Dec 9, 2020
Anyone else enjoys drafting in bold text?
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from India
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from Canada
Anyone else enjoys drafting in bold text?
“Shame this was abandoned” it isn’t abandoned, it’s only been seven months since the last chapter, during which time there’s been this slightly stressful little thing you might’ve heard of called covid-19, along with the phenomenal terror of the accelerated rise of global fascism and the destruction of the planet’s ecosystem, I can barely even function as a human being most days, I wrote over one million words in ninety chapters over the space of four years so I’m sorry for your sake, Commenter, that I couldn’t keep up that pace to suit you, I’ll try to think of your needs next time
Ruin or Redemption Chapter 6: Progress
It was the afternoon now, and it had started raining outside. Zim was in the lair, Gir was in the kitchen, and Kay and Bhir were talking in the living room, while Krest was still asleep on the couch. Thunder echoed through the sky outside. Krest pulled the blanket covering him tighter around himself.
“...Did you find a place for him to live yet?” asked Kay.
“There’s a cheap apartment building not far from here. I’ll make it work,” Bhir answered.
Kay glanced at Krest.
“I’ve never seen an Irken sleep for so long,” she said.
Suddenly, the sound of thunder exploded through the sky. Krest quickly woke up, startled by the sound.
“Oh, you’re awake” Kay said.
Krest stared at the rain pounding outside for a moment, then got up and walked to the kitchen. He had a lot more energy now, but his movements were still slow and weak. Gir was making waffles, and had managed to not burn anything or spill batter everywhere. Krest’s antennae raised and he quickly reached for a waffle, realizing he hadn’t eaten all day, but stopped, not wanting to take something without permission. Gir put a few on a plate and pushed it towards him.
“Th-Thanks,” he mumbled, taking a bite out of one.
Kay and Bhir walked in.
“Hey Krest, how are you doing?” asked Kay.
“Still tired.”
She looked at him for a second and carefully said, “Well, I’ve been talking with Bhir, and... she found a place for you to live, and I’m looking into getting you into school. I work at one in the city.”
He looked up at her, surprised that she’d already figured out what to do with him.
“We’ll have to start preparing you for living around humans. I can get you a disguise whenever you want, and... Well, I’ll just let you rest today. Tell me if you need anything.”
They walked out. Krest sat at the kitchen table, slowly eating his waffles. He’d have to get used to Earth’s food. Although he still felt quite weary and drained from the past few days, he was happy to still be alive. He’d never thought an Invader would think his life was worth saving.
By the next day, Kay was ready to teach Krest how to live as a human.
“The first thing you need to know is how to act around humans,” she told him. “For the first few days, avoid them as much as you can. Don’t talk to people unless you have to. Just observe— Watch how they act.”
Krest stared at her, listening carefully.
“You’ll inevitably have to talk to a few people at school... just don’t blow your cover or make people suspicious, and you’ll be fine.”
Kay lectured for a few more minutes about the school, the city, the people, and lying about personal information. Krest listened, taking in as much information at once as he could.
Next, she showed him how to activate a holographic disguise, the same type she used, and how to customize it. After several minutes of deciding, he activated his disguise: he had pale skin, jet-black hair that partially covered his face, and hazel eyes.
Later, Kay called Krest down to the lair with Bhir. Zim could be heard working in another room.
“I just wanted to test your combat skills to see where you’re at,” Kay said, smiling. “I want to train you, since your instructors on Irk didn’t. So, pretend Bhir is an enemy. Show me how you’d attack.”
“W-W-Wait, I can’t just—“
“Just pretend Bhir is someone you hate. Show them how they made you feel; show me your real strength.”
Krest looked at Bhir. He thought about how he was exiled, and tried to feel angry, but nothing came to him. He then imagined being on the planet he was exiled to, and a new instinct took over. He quietly stepped towards the robot and let out a coarse growl, sounding unnaturally like an animal. Then, he ran up to Bhir and threw her to the floor. His small, thin body could move a surprising amount of weight. She quickly got up, pushing him away. He grabbed his imaginary prey, twisting her head back with one hand and her arm with the other. When he looked up at Kay, he let go of Bhir and timidly stepped back. The flare of action was gone as quickly as it started.
Kay smiled at him.
“You don’t realize your own strength,” she said.
As Krest settled into life on Earth, so did Slyx. Hidden near the edge of the city was a large, run-down warehouse. No one used it, or really thought about it. Sitting in the back was his Shuvver ship, made invisible from the outside by a cloaking device, just in case someone looked inside. The young assassin sat in the pilot’s seat, typing on the ship’s built-in computer. On the screen was all the information he had about Zim: coordinates to his base, his address, a map of the city with the route from his base to the Skool marked.
Slyx said to himself, “I just need to find him at the right time...”
He switched off the screen and sat back in his seat, thinking about how to make his next move.
hey!! I saw your tags on my drabble. i absolutely loved when i was writing passing ships, you were one of the first people to always comment! it's a memory that i miss a lot. guess i should just write another longfic! ;) hope you're doing well<3
Omigosh I’ll be the first in line to read ur next fic! I absolutely love ur writing & the care that u show our beloved charas🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️💜
I hope ur doing well too even tho ur really busy🤗💜
Seriously, guys, take care of your fanfiction writers. Favoriting or Kudosing multiple stories from an author but not leaving one word of thanks or encouragement is not right. It's just not.
An author spends hours and hours writing a story and you can't take one minute to leave a review? Really? Also, keep in mind that most people who write fic probably do it to escape a RL that is not all sunshine and rainbows. Just be kind to people.
okeyy
yes