Alt ZaDR Bitch3z- May 28th- Edge
Trigger warning- blood, guts, dismemberment, major character death, implied torture and gore.
For the always wonderful @aperfecttimeforscreaming @alt-zadr-b1tch3z
It was strange how somewhere deep down- Zim always kinda sorta enjoyed The-Dib’s company, even in their youth. Their relationship changed and altered many times throughout the many Urth rotations. With every sunrise and set, added a series of complex feelings and emotions weaved through each complicated layer that was “them”. None-the-less, the pair spent almost every waking moment together. Most were enjoyable. Some were painful. A few ended in brawls (old habits were certainly hard to kill).
It took some time for him to pinpoint what it was about the meat-creature that enticed Zim so. Not Dib’s laugh. Or voice. Or the stunning intelligence found in dirty human brain meats. Nor their similarities and long history. No. It was the urth-boy’s internal warmth that kept the invader coming back time and time again like a moth to a flame. And with the evolution of their “feelings”, physical touches evolved as well. When (disgusting) bare skin touched flawless Irken anatomy, even just a tap to the forehead, it sent primal urges surging through the elite’s core. The desire- the need- to own this creature. “I WANT THAT”. Zim chanted to himself obsessively. “THAT WILL BE MINE”.
He had done his studies of human biology, taking careful time to prepare beforehand on so many unsuspecting souls so this one night with Dib would be nothing but perfection. He only had one chance, after all. He only had one Dib. Every microsecond had to be cherished.
He crept through the window, as he had always done, into the paranormal paradise that was his human’s domain. He was greeted with with snark comments and teases, but overall acceptance. They chatted. They hung out. They laughed. The atmosphere was so calm, Zim struggled to contain the feelings fluttering inside of him . What a magnificent way to end this irreplaceable moment.
They eventually moved from mattress to the computer chair as his human carelessly typed away on Internet forums causing fights with other urthlings. The soldier’s small body plopped on lanky lap, curled into the human’s chest peacefully. The heat was even more blinding in this moment. His Dib’s biological core gently ticked away, counting down like a timer to his doom. The term had come, all of the planning and patience all leading to this. He savored for just another second… then struck.
He reached up, swiftly placing a collar around the investigator’s neck. Dib was utterly surprised and shortly recovering from the sneak attack, confusingly made jokes about being kept a pet. But the Irken did not laugh. Bug eyes fixated on the target and the switch of power- how alluring his Dib was like this. Chains ejected from the neck piece, tying the human’s limbs to the chair, piercing into the ceiling to keep the wheeling furniture in place.
Dib begged for his life. Of course he did. But words fell mute to the antenna. PAK legs deployed, carefully slicing to cloth, flesh and bone. Zim was a master of meticulous detail, doing the work the most skilled surgeons could ever accomplish in a fraction of the time. His obsessive desires drowned out the rest of the world.
He hadn’t even realized but at some point, the human’s body had stopped resisting. His Dib was fading and what remained was a hollowed shell and the glistening radiation that completely enveloped the elite. Every involuntary movement of the innards further blanketed the small frame in intoxicating lust. Each pulse and twitch was even more beautiful than the last just seconds before. It was such a satisfying high- far better than he could have imagined.
Was he sad that his human was perishing? Sure. But no one said he would give Dib permanent rest. Now that Zim had tasted the sweet crimson of hot life, there was no way he was going to lose his nemesis turned friend again. Dib’s house wasn’t far from the base after all, he’s sure there was more than enough time to stitch the creature back together before his biological frequencies ceased.
Until then, he would just sit just a few more moments. He really did just adore his human’s warmth for as long as it would last and hoped that next time, the satisfaction was be tripled.
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