Dib really didn't want to sleep at all. He had more energy than he had ever had. Yet, he managed to sleep through the rest of night.

The next morning, he woke up feeling edgy but other than that, he was himself again, just as he predicted. He continued his normal morning routine but during all this he noticed that he was a little more jumpy than he should be. He also didn't really like the taste of his cereal for some reason, though he had eaten it before just fine, he got this nasty, bitter taste from it though. Dib just shoved this off as nervousness and walked to skool like normal with Gaz.

Entering the classroom, the first person (or thing) he sees is Zim. The alien flashed him a glare and Dib did the same, not unusual at all, another part of the morning. But Dib felt something off today, besides his anxiety and new "condition." Zim had been eyeing him more, like he was trying to figure something out about him. The hours passed and it was time for lunch.

From the second Dib walked into the cafeteria, his nose was stung with a horrible stench. That's normal as well, but what was not normal was that the stench was like 10 times stronger than before. It was absolutely revolting! Dib was appalled and covered his nose.

"Gah…what are they serving today?" No joke, Dib hated disgusting smells of any kind more than the average person but this stink was unbearable. He looked around and saw everyone eating, talking and looking just fine. No one was complaining about the smell.

"What's wrong with these people?" then he remembered his senses are incredibly heightened now.

Dib walked over to the table which he usually sits at with Gaz. The stink was so bad he didn't want to eat at all. Gaz came around with her bag lunch and sat down next to him.

"Gaz, do you smell something funny?"

"Yeah, always." She replied coldly.

"No, I mean, like really smell it…" he truly hoped that he wasn't the only one noticing.

"No. Be quiet." She took a bite of sandwich.

Dib expected her to say that, he turned away from her and was immediately shocked to see Zim marching towards the table. 'Oh no…' Dib wasn't in the mood to bicker at all.

"Well, well Dib-stink…" the alien narrowed his contact-covered eyes at Dib. Dib just groaned he was suddenly in a bad mood.

"I know it was you."

"Know what?" he asked.

"I know that you stole my mini-generator!" Zim took a step closer and Dib abruptly felt claustrophobic.

"Go away, Zim."

The Irken was infuriated to hear Dib tell him off like that.

"How DARE you speak to me like that!" Zim got even closer. His elevated voice didn't help Dib's aggravated feeling either.

"You will listen to ZIM!" Something about Zim's behavior was intolerable. "It was YOU who snuck into my base!" What he was doing exceeded the meaning of the word offensive. "Retched meat child!" Something inside Dib was pushing him. "Filthy slug!" And it was pushing him over the edge. "You will pay Dib, PA-!"

Zim looked down to see a pale hand grab on to his Irken uniform. Dib stood, pulled Zim up and threw him across the room, landing on someone's tray and rolling off the table. Agonizing screams of pain filled the room as the food burned Zim's skin. Everyone watched Zim squirm, no one helped him. Gaz opened her eyes a little wider, since when could Dib do that? She turned to face him but Dib had left the cafeteria, the doors were swinging back and forth behind him.

"Humph, maybe he isn't such a little push over anymore." Gaz kept eating her sandwich.

Zim limped away from the scene of the accident. A sign of pure confusion was all over his face. The Dib-human had just thrown him several meters from where he was standing easily. 'How did he do that?'

In the boys' restroom, Dib was recovering from that incident as well. That was so unlike him. "Why did I do that? How did I do that?" Dib looked in the mirror at his reflection. "It's the curse!" Even in human form the spell has full effect.

For the rest of the day, Dib looked troubled; he couldn't look at Zim without feeling anxiety run through his veins. Zim was also feeling uneasy around him, not that he was afraid, it's just that it's not everyday you get thrown across the room by a puny human. Zim made a mental note to keep a close eye on him.

Later that evening, Dib ran into his bathroom, for fear that he would change in front of Gaz or his father's floating monitor. Inside, he suddenly felt his teeth change shape. He pulled his lower lip down a little to discover that his canine teeth were fangs.

"Ugh…" he moaned to himself before the tremors began.

Holding his breath at the discomfort, Dib nearly fell to the floor again. The fur was sprouting, his bones were morphing, the tail was growing…wow, it sucks to be a werewolf.

As the transformation was completing, he let out a howl of despair, literally a howl. He looked up and realized what he has done.

"Well, that was embarrassing."

Dib listened carefully for any movement around him. He only heard Gaz's game play downstairs in the living room. The coast was clear. He opened the door quietly and hopped into his room on fours, closing and locking his door. Then he ran over to his desk to search more on the curse, especially the meaning of "Fenris."

"A Fenris is a mythical wolf monster from Norse mythology." Dib read on, "I really should do more research on those terms…"