#thunderoux

[aliienation]

@thunderoux

It was pitched black in the base, the only light source was slivers of moonbeams tracing the outlines of the array of furniture scattered around the room and the glowing cyan of GIR's optics as he wildly scanned the room for their Master.

“Nya!” Minimoose floated by and narrowly missed hitting his nubs on the bottom of their coffee table, but as GIR snatched the robotic moose back his antler snagged the molding of the leg and caused the table to crash down against their linoleum flooring.

“Shh!” GIR squeaked frantically as he ducked away from the downed table and searched, breath heaving to see if he could spot Zim anywhere, terrified he heard the disturbance. He flattened himself against the side of the couch and tried to see if he could spot menacing crimson gleaming at him from the dark.

“Tonight's objective: avoid being spotted. See if you two have what it takes to survive an enemy in pursuit...WHILE BEING PLUNGED INTO TOTAL DARKNESS!”

His cackle had been all the two had heard before the upper level of the base had been encased in the blackness of the night and they were given only a minute to flee and hide before Zim started to search.

Now remaining uncharacteristically silent, GIR scanned the room a final time. “....I think it's safe to go,” he told Minimoose and finally sidestepped out into the open.

[huntsaliens]

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❝ ... does anyone else hear anything?? i feel like i’m hearing the sounds of babies crying, but it’s too faint to make out. sure hope dad didn’t decide to test out his shrink ray at a daycare! ❞

[parancrmal-investigatcr]

@thunderoux:

Zim screws up his eyes with the tiniest of flinches when Dib touches his face. He doesn’t know what he expected when he agreed to get drunk with Dib, but it wasn’t this. Human alcohol isn’t as potent as Space Booze, so it would take a bit more than he’s already had for Zim to be as hammered as the human is right now. When he drinks for the enjoyment, Zim paces himself.

But now he’s frozen in shock, nearly speechless.

❝ W– Wha– ❞

Oh man, you didn’t expect his face to be so squishy. So pink and green and squishy and warm in your hands. Look at all his lil’ freckles! Speckled across his face like a band of stars… You keep finding more and more different shades of pink and red in his eyes the longer you stare.

Zim glares, an unrecognizable flurry of emotions in his those glowing eyes. He jerks his head to the side to shake off one of Dib’s hands.

❝ What’s that supposed to mean…? H-Have you completely lost your mind? ❞

Dib pouts a little when his hand is shaken off, but quickly recovers. A pity. He’d been having fun squishing Zim’s face. Instead, he moves the remaining hand down to the irken’s chin, brushing his thumb across his bottom lip in what looked to be a sort of drunken fascination.

“Maybe. Dunno. Can’t really.... think straight.” No pun intended. “But 's not sso bad..... I can do more without..... hating m’self...”

He trails off, staring into those magenta pools of glass once more. He could get lost in them, he thought. How drunk was he?

....Ah, fuck it. He didn’t care.

With an unsteady hand, he pulled the other’s chin up to be level with his own before mashing their lips together in what was probably a kiss. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but Dib wasn’t exactly in the right mind to actually pay attention to how well he was doing.

It was over quickly, lasting only a second or two, but it was enough to satisfy the urge for the moment. The boy was too hammered to care that he just kissed his nemesis--all he could think was that his lips were a lot softer than he thought they’d be.

“Hahahahh.... guess I can cross that off my bucket list.” It was on his bucket list???

[zimisnotdefective]

Thunder and Lightning - Closed for @thunderoux

@thunderoux It only took Zim a split second to realize that coming to this dimension today was a BAD idea. As soon as he arrived, he was hit with a TERRIBLE BURNING PAIN as be stood out on the sidewalk, rain pouring down over him. Shrieking, he scrambled towards the strange little house, and began to bang on the door, steam rising from his burning green skin. "LET ME IN! LET ME IN QUICKLY!" He shouted, slamming both fists as hard as he could against the door- the only thing blocking him from warm, dry safety, "OPENTHEDOOR!! LETZIMINLETZIMINLETZIMIN!"

[paranormallydetermined-blog]

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[aliienation]

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GIR gives a happy little squeal as he hugs his Master’s fall-jacket clad waist (his own puppy body is bundled for the chilly weather). He pets the large gourde lovingly.

“Yaaay, I always wanted a pumpkin!” He clambers up and rests happily with his little puppy butt on the pumpkin. “Ah’m gonna sit here ‘til it hatches into a pumpkin baby!” Someone should explain biology to the little darling.

@thunderoux

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His anger fades into guilt but it’s only for a fleeting moment as his tear stained face hardens again and he glares furiously at the tiny little box in his claws.

He’s a simple creature but one that forms attachments so easily so it’s little surprise he fell in love immediately with a tiny little bird that he found injured. No one knew how he’d react seeing the bird. He’s unpredictable and either loves something or...loves to eat it.

This time he took in and nurtured the tiny little bird, but love wasn’t enough to save it from its mortal injuries.

GIR wipes away his tears as they stain the shoe box but he scowls again, lashing out like a grieving child.

“W...Well yous suck at it!”

@thunderoux

[parancrmal-investigatcr]

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When he finally found out that he was a clone of his father, Dib at first felt numb. He mulled over all the implications of that fact for hours---he didn’t have a mom, which meant there was no possibility of a family member that might love him. That alone diminished his hope of ever being cared about, but then he realized something else.

He was meant to be like his father. A clone. He was a failure.

No wonder the only look he got from the professor was disappointment; he’d failed to become his father, failed to be what he was created for.

Packing was a blur. He vaguely recalled taking the polaroids he’d taken of Zim off his wall and stuffing them into his bookbag. All the medications his father had put him on were left behind. He wouldn’t need them.

Taking one last look at his mostly-empty room, he exited through his door and rushed down the stairs. He passed Gaz on the way to the front door, but she didn’t notice him. That was fine. He hoped she would be treated better without him around to weigh her down.

The wind whipped at his face as he ran down the street, not slowing until he could no longer see that wretched place he’d once called a home. He was out of breath, but he didn’t stop until he reached his destination:

Zim’s base.

Paying no mind to the garden gnomes guarding the pseudo-house, he walked up the sidewalk leading to the front steps, a part of him hoping he’d be shot before he made it. Unfortunately, he reached the door in one piece, so he shrugged and rang the doorbell.