One of the old elevators within the depths of Zim’s (Dib’s?) base clunked open as a whole pile of garbage tumbled out, with one dirt-covered Dipper shuffling out and shaking an old CRT shell off of his leg. He whipped out his cellphone and grimaced a little as he waited, and he sighed in relief when he saw connection bars pop up in the corner.
“Okay!” he wheezed as he put his phone away. “Note to self: tell Dib that his basement is locked into some sort of time-void.” As he dusted himself off, he mused a little: “How long have I been down there... a week?”
He yelped when something bumped into his back, and stepped away to see one of the dog-sized disco wasps hovering around behind him. It gave two buzzes, and Dipper blinked in response and pulled his phone back out. “Two weeks? It didn’t feel like two, but... yeah, you’d probably know more about this place than I would,” he said, narrowing his eyes at his phone’s glitched-out date.
As he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and started to walk off, he felt a small tug on his leg and turned around, looking a little concerned when he saw the wasp waiting for him. “Hey, you gotta go home, man,” he said sort-of-feebly, trying to let it down gently because sure, it was nice enough, but it was kind of off-putting, and even if it wasn’t then it’d probably get fly-swatter'd by someone anyway. “You know, wasp reasons or... something.”
The wasp’s head drooped down as it let out a dejected buzz, and it disco-danced back down the elevator shaft.
Dipper gave one last confused look back as he headed onward, glancing up at the mesh ceiling above the hall and taking note of the room just past it. As he looked back down towards the ground, his thoughts on what he’d tell Dib all tumbling around and piling up in his brain, he yelped as something hot and viscous splattered him from above the grate... and he looked down at his red-covered arms and screamed. His vision shot back up to the grate, and he saw several fast-moving silhouettes-
“Dib?!”
