Zim Omo- Summer Camp

The skool children ride on the bus as they drive to their summer camp program. 'Why did we have to go to this stupid camping trip?' Dib thought as he sat in his seat, alone as always. 'I can't believe the skool forces us to do things like this. And why would a skool even do something for the summer? Don't we see enough of our teachers during the year?' Dib continued to think through his thoughts as he began to talk to himself quietly as always. But no matter how quiet he talked, someone could always hear him. "Look, he's talking to himself again!" shouted popular skool girl Jessica as the other children watched him and some laughed. Dib sighed and looked over to Zim. Zim was staring at the window, just looking at the forest and the trees that blurred from how fast they passed by. Dib observed him, wondering if he was thinking of ways to take over the earth. 'Wait, why am I focusing on him?' he thought. 'Why do I always focus on him? Why does he have to be the only thing in my life that I actually care about?' he asked himself these questions inside his head as they arrived at the campgrounds. Many kids cheered and jumped off the bus with their packed bags, ready for their three week summer camp fun. Lots of the children saw this as an oppurtunity to go canoeing, make arts and crafts, and sleep in cabins with their friends. While the two boys Zim and Dib, had just found it as a place to be bored because of having no friends, and having no interest in any of the activities. Although, they knew they had to participate, so they just had to suffer.

All the children were assigned in their cabins, as it came down to Zim and Dib as the final two children. They were assigned in the last cabin on the way far side of the campsite. 'Ugh, staying in a cabin with the Dib-beast? Just great' Zim thought. 'What!?! In a cabin with Zim?! No way! No fricking way!' Dib thought. But, the boys headed to their cabin that they were assigned. They walked in and took observance of the room. Pretty small. Two beds, two dressers. Not much, really. They began to unpack, filling the dressers with all their clothing. And resting on top of them, their hygenic products. Zim yawned and pulled an Irken magazine out of his bag. On the front cover was a photo of the Tallests, posing to look cool. Zim layed on the bed next to his dresser, claiming it as his own as he opened up the magazine to begin reading. Dib watched Zim as he read. And how Zim's eyes began to shut. Dib was about to say something, until there was an announcement from outside on the speaker pole. Both the boys perked up and listened. "Welcome Children! To our summer camp program!" Mr. Elliot cheered. "We have some extremely and totally fun activities for the next three weeks! So be prepared to have so much fun!!! But before we start all our fun, we have lunch as you can see that it is 12:15 now. So everyone come to the mess hall!" Mr. Elliot finished. Everyone began walking to the mess hall, grabbing trays as they walked throught the line. Zim grabbed a tray and walked up to all the food choices. He grabbed a sandwhich and a few other foods. Then, he noticed he was extremely thirsty. So he grabbed a large bottle of soda. Once Dib chose his food, he sat at the same table as Zim. The table that no one sat at but Zim.

Dib sat accross from him. He thought he'd say something, but didn't. Dib began to eat as Zim just picked at his food, disgusted. But he began to focus on how thirsty he was. He grabbed that huge bottle of soda and began to sip it down. He was extremely thirsty, so he began chugging the entire thing down. Once he finished the entire bottle, he set it back on his tray. He licked the little bit of soda off his upper lip and went to go throw out his food. Dib finished eating and put his tray back on the stack of trays that needed to be washed. All the children headed back to their cabins. Zim and Dib read a few books and magazines. Although, Zim felt a weird feeling in his bladder, noticing he had to pee. Zim put his magazine down and put his hands to his crotch, trying to hold it. He struggled. Dib saw this. "Hey Zim, are you okay?" he asked. Zim perked up. "Uh....um...um, no. Zim is fine, thank you." he lied. "You sure? Because you look like you have to-" Dib said but was interrupted by Zim. "Yes, I know, I have to pee, horribly bad." Dib watched Zim as he struggled. That's when Dib got and idea, an evil idea. A smirk grew accross his face. Zim looked over and looked at Dib's sinister facial expression. "What are you smiling about, Dib-thing?" he asked. "Oh nothing..." he lied. "Well, I'm heading to the port-a-pottys." Zim got up and approached the door to leave. "I dare you to hold it." Dib smirked. Zim turned around and looked at him. "What?" he said. "You heard me, I dare you." Dib repeated. Zim thought about it for a moment. 'Hmmm.....should I accept it? Okay, let's think. If I say no, I'll be able to go pee and everything will be better.' Zim bounced up and down a little. 'But then, I'd just be showing the Dib-beast that Irken bladders are weak and delicate. I can't let him learn any information like that! He'd torture me forever!' Zim bounced harder now, hands tight around his crotch. "Fine. Zim accepts this challenge Dib-thing. But just so you know, Zim will NOT fail, HE SHALL SUCCEED!!!" he shouted and held his bladder tighter. "We'll see, Zim. We'll see." Dib smirked.

Later, Mr. Elliot brought all the kids on a walk around the forest. He blabbed on and on about "forest safety" and not to leave the group. Zim and Dib were at the back of the group, with absolutely no interest in learning about the stupid things animals did in the forest. Zim held his crotch tightly, making sure he didn't pee himself. Dib giggled and chuckled at how funny this was, seeing how Zim struggled. The group began to walk towards a small stream. Zim twitched and struggled. He watched and listened as the water trickled and how it splashed when frogs jumped into the water. Oh, how it tortured him as he struggled in pain. Dib was having trouble holding back his giggles. He leaned in close to Zim. "About to wet yourself, Zim?" he whispered to him as he smirked, about to laugh once again. "Of course not! I am going to win this!" he whispered back. Zim jiggled in pain. When the walk was over, all the children took a bathroom break. But Zim continued to hold. He made small whimpers as he heard the lake waves close by begin to crash upon the rocks of the little shore. Zim whimpered a little louder, although no one noticed but Dib. The boys began to walk back to their cabin as Zim still held his bladder in pain.

Dib watched how Zim sat on his bed, doubled over in pain. Dib got bored, and decided to have a little fun with this. Dib pulled out a water bottle he had packed. Zim saw this and twitched. Once Dib knew that Zim was watching, he opened the bottle and began to sip out of it. Zim watched the bottle as the water flowed into Dib's mouth. Dib took a few extra long sips, just for the entertainment of watching Zim suffer and cry. Once Dib finished, he screwed the cap back on and put it on top of his dresser. Zim watched that bottle, he didn't want to look at it, but he just did. Even without the water moving around it tortured him. He squeezed his legs together, but he couldn't sit anymore. He got up and felt so embarassed as he began to do a potty dance. Dib began to giggle, but couldn't help himself as he rolled on the floor laughing. "Ooooh! That's it! I don't care about winning anymore!" Zim exclaimed. "I can't take it anymore! I gotta go and I'm gonna go now!" Zim ran out the door and ran to the other side of the campsite to the port-a-pottys. Dib ran outside and ran after him. "Yes! Yes, I win!" he cheered. He came to the port-a-potty Zim climbed into. Zim began to unzip his pants. But it was too late. He had already began relieving himself, he cried as his pants darkened. He sat on the floor of the port-a-potty and continued relieving himself in his pants. Dib was standing with his ear up against the door with a smile on his face, trying to hear Zim in there. Although, his smile was wiped off his face he began to hear sniffling and weeping. He also noticed a huge puddle of urine leaking out from the bottom of the door. 'Wait.....no.....he didn't-' Dib thought. 'Did he?' he opened the door, and was splashed by a big puddle. The pee soaked his pants and dripped into his boots. But he didn't care. Zim didn't notice Dib. He continued to sob.

Dib sat in the big puddle of pee surrounding them. He didn't care about the pee that soaked him. He felt so bad for Zim. 'Poor guy.' he sympathetically thought. He wrapped his arms around Zim. Zim looked up at Dib and sniffled. "What're you gonna do? Make fun of me?" Zim sobbed and went back to bawling. "Actually no, I feel kinda bad for you, Zim." Dib said. Zim looked up. "W-what?" he asked. "That's right, I care about you. I'm not here to make fun of you for wetting your pants. Accidents happen, it's okay." Dib gave Zim a little smile and continued to hug him. "Now come on." he helped him up as they walked out and to their cabin as Dib covered Zim's pants. "Let's get you into some clean pants.........buddy." Dib smiled and so did Zim. They walked back to their cabin together, to get ready for dinner tonight.