2 new drabbles!
A drabble series! They're connected! AND ALL ONE HUNDRED WORDS!
://086. Choices.
It was a beautiful day, and the end of the world was coming. Red ships buzzed like locusts through the sky. Greasy smoke choked the air.
Zim slammed Dib down, grabbed his ears, made him hold still. "What do you want?!" he snarled. "Tell me! Choose now, whether you want to live or die! HURRY!" The human couldn't hold still, he kept glancing convulsively upwards with his eyes huge and pupils dilated. Zim shook him harshly. "DECIDE!"
Dib gaped at him. Tears filmed on the boy's eyes. "I want to live," he breathed. It was the absolute and final truth.
://078. Where.
“Where am I?” Dib snarled, turning his head quickly. Zim staunched him with a hand in the small of his back and scowled.
“Quiet.” The alien looked out at the fleet - his people’s fleet, spreading in a maelstrom of red. “We’re above the atmosphere. I pulled you off before the organic sweep.” He didn’t turn the space station to show Dib the cracked brown remnants of earth - he didn’t want to deal with that.
The human looked suspicious, flexing his muscles, constrained by enemy bonds. Zim just smell him thinking Where do I stand here? and couldn’t entirely blame him.
://003. Ends.
Zim gave Dib anesthetic before he broke the boy's hands. He went from thumbs to pinkies, not looking at Dib’s face. He could hear the human taking deep, rapid breaths; he wasn’t feeling any pain but his bones were being crushed to powder. When Zim finished with the slim bones in the meat of Dib's hands he set them at the human's side and turned away. He’d declawed his enemy, broken him in two - a favor to keep him safe. He looked away to allow Dib’s breathing to steady, and reached for the tools to start on Dib’s legs.
://029. Birth.
"A remote link." He held it out to Dib, turning the delicate bundle of wires, allowing the human to see it from every angle. "I can put it in your head, and put you away, and you can control an Irken pak. Want it?" Treasonous words - his jelly-red eyes twitched nervously up and to the side. Contact with Dib was a monumental risk.
Blank stare. Zim observed him, not obviously. The boy was close to snapping. Dib had to say yes.
"Don’t make me a girl," the boy said. "Or shorter than you."
Zim snapped his teeth and grinned.
://074. Dark.
“You’re sure this will work, right?”
Dib turned his head, tracking Zim’s footsteps, expression anxious - blindness had ruined his good facial control. The Invader smirked at his unseeing charge, grabbed a thick handful of hair (Dib gasped at contact), turned his face down again, into the mask dispensing gas. “Of course,” he cooed, watching Dib’s muscles slacken. “Trust Zim.”
He reached over Dib to key in a code on a touchpad - in front of the human a black hole dilated. Sightless, sleeping - no trouble hiding Dib here. The boy fit easily into the long hole, neat, quiet - Zim’s best secret.
Will be continued... sometime. =3
EDIT: Realized that if Dib had been blinded, he couldn't look at the remote link... but I'd already written dark with Dib blind so it was hard to change... assume blindness came in somewhere between those two. Maybe I'll write it. Actually, maybe I should rewrite dark from a blind Dib's perspective.
EDIT EDIT: the blind thing is fixed now. Dib gets to be blind in a different drabble! Even though we don't actually SHOW him getting blind...ed.
New stuff:
://072. Fixed.
Dib touched his face awkwardly, inspected his purple eyes and antennae with his fingers, not used to seeing again yet. Proud of himself, Zim grinned wide at the human-Irken. “See! It worked, and you smell much better now!”
The other coughed, tried talking. The voice was different but his intonation remained. “Zim, you JERK, I said don’t make me shorter than you…”
Zim laughed. Already his internal spring of dementia and glee was bubbling over - it never took much. “In spite of your TININESS this form is immeasurably superior to a human’s!”
Dib growled. “Do you actually have a PLAN?”
://040. Sight.
“No.” Dib lifted one arm, turned his face away. “No, I said no! You can’t do this to me!”
Zim snarled, grabbed Dib’s hand, forced it down. “Be quiet, human, this will keep you alive. If you seem like a threat in any way you’ll certainly die. You didn’t want to die, right!?”
The boy was frantic, his eyes that wouldn’t be working for much longer wide. “You don’t understand,” he gasped, painfully vulnerable. Zim snarled at the weakness and stood up, forcing his superior height on Dib. “No,” the human continued desperately - “If I can’t see I’ll die inside.”
://086. Choices.
It was a beautiful day, and the end of the world was coming. Red ships buzzed like locusts through the sky. Greasy smoke choked the air.
Zim slammed Dib down, grabbed his ears, made him hold still. "What do you want?!" he snarled. "Tell me! Choose now, whether you want to live or die! HURRY!" The human couldn't hold still, he kept glancing convulsively upwards with his eyes huge and pupils dilated. Zim shook him harshly. "DECIDE!"
Dib gaped at him. Tears filmed on the boy's eyes. "I want to live," he breathed. It was the absolute and final truth.
://078. Where.
“Where am I?” Dib snarled, turning his head quickly. Zim staunched him with a hand in the small of his back and scowled.
“Quiet.” The alien looked out at the fleet - his people’s fleet, spreading in a maelstrom of red. “We’re above the atmosphere. I pulled you off before the organic sweep.” He didn’t turn the space station to show Dib the cracked brown remnants of earth - he didn’t want to deal with that.
The human looked suspicious, flexing his muscles, constrained by enemy bonds. Zim just smell him thinking Where do I stand here? and couldn’t entirely blame him.
://003. Ends.
Zim gave Dib anesthetic before he broke the boy's hands. He went from thumbs to pinkies, not looking at Dib’s face. He could hear the human taking deep, rapid breaths; he wasn’t feeling any pain but his bones were being crushed to powder. When Zim finished with the slim bones in the meat of Dib's hands he set them at the human's side and turned away. He’d declawed his enemy, broken him in two - a favor to keep him safe. He looked away to allow Dib’s breathing to steady, and reached for the tools to start on Dib’s legs.
://029. Birth.
"A remote link." He held it out to Dib, turning the delicate bundle of wires, allowing the human to see it from every angle. "I can put it in your head, and put you away, and you can control an Irken pak. Want it?" Treasonous words - his jelly-red eyes twitched nervously up and to the side. Contact with Dib was a monumental risk.
Blank stare. Zim observed him, not obviously. The boy was close to snapping. Dib had to say yes.
"Don’t make me a girl," the boy said. "Or shorter than you."
Zim snapped his teeth and grinned.
://074. Dark.
“You’re sure this will work, right?”
Dib turned his head, tracking Zim’s footsteps, expression anxious - blindness had ruined his good facial control. The Invader smirked at his unseeing charge, grabbed a thick handful of hair (Dib gasped at contact), turned his face down again, into the mask dispensing gas. “Of course,” he cooed, watching Dib’s muscles slacken. “Trust Zim.”
He reached over Dib to key in a code on a touchpad - in front of the human a black hole dilated. Sightless, sleeping - no trouble hiding Dib here. The boy fit easily into the long hole, neat, quiet - Zim’s best secret.
Will be continued... sometime. =3
EDIT: Realized that if Dib had been blinded, he couldn't look at the remote link... but I'd already written dark with Dib blind so it was hard to change... assume blindness came in somewhere between those two. Maybe I'll write it. Actually, maybe I should rewrite dark from a blind Dib's perspective.
EDIT EDIT: the blind thing is fixed now. Dib gets to be blind in a different drabble! Even though we don't actually SHOW him getting blind...ed.
New stuff:
://072. Fixed.
Dib touched his face awkwardly, inspected his purple eyes and antennae with his fingers, not used to seeing again yet. Proud of himself, Zim grinned wide at the human-Irken. “See! It worked, and you smell much better now!”
The other coughed, tried talking. The voice was different but his intonation remained. “Zim, you JERK, I said don’t make me shorter than you…”
Zim laughed. Already his internal spring of dementia and glee was bubbling over - it never took much. “In spite of your TININESS this form is immeasurably superior to a human’s!”
Dib growled. “Do you actually have a PLAN?”
://040. Sight.
“No.” Dib lifted one arm, turned his face away. “No, I said no! You can’t do this to me!”
Zim snarled, grabbed Dib’s hand, forced it down. “Be quiet, human, this will keep you alive. If you seem like a threat in any way you’ll certainly die. You didn’t want to die, right!?”
The boy was frantic, his eyes that wouldn’t be working for much longer wide. “You don’t understand,” he gasped, painfully vulnerable. Zim snarled at the weakness and stood up, forcing his superior height on Dib. “No,” the human continued desperately - “If I can’t see I’ll die inside.”