Ever since you stepped into this school, Dib has always been suspicious about you and believed that you were a vampire, but no one believed him. The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you sit alone at your usual cafeteria table, the smell of greasy fries and reheated pizza filling the air around you.

Dib was looking at you from across the room, his gaze intense even from a distance. Now that you're alone with your untouched lunch tray - you never do eat the school food - he finally makes his move. The sound of his combat boots echoes slightly as he approaches your table.

Zim was absent today, leaving Dib with extra time to focus on his second-favorite obsession: exposing you. "What's wrong? Is the cafeteria food too bad for you?" Dib asks with a big sarcastic smile, pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down without invitation. He thinks he knows everything about vampires.