A/N: Oh! My GAWD! Fluffy's writing a real story?
Indeed. -gasp-
And it's angst. Shoooooock.
Title: For What You've Done
Genre: Angst
Rating: T (M later?)
Summary: Dib succeeds in getting Zim captured and taken away For four years, he hears nothing of the alien, until one day Zim breaks loose. Mentally and physically broken, he goes to Dib for a strange combination of shelter and revenge.
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Every morning, he awoke with the strange feeling like he'd lost something.
Something--something--was absent from the shelves. From the hard disks. Some little piece of him was kicked under the bed and forgotten.
He couldn't tell quite tell how he'd lost it, but it was gone. The spot where it had once been ached with lost in solitary moments, like phantom pains from a lost body part. It was a hollow place deep within him, a hole in what should have been a complete life.
His thoughts flickered to Zim less and less. It was over. There had been no recognition, no great reveal. He'd given them Zim's location, and Zim never came back. His base deteriorated and was destroyed by the town after some time. He hadn't been dubbed the greatest person ever to live. He was still Dib Membrane after four years. Still the son of the greatest scientist on the planet. Still large-headed and hated...
Just minus one stubborn green boy.
Just minus one purpose.
Standing, the tall teen rubbed sleep from his eyes, pulling on the same, round-lens glasses, peering through them to see the world without the distortion of vision issues. Pivoting on the spot to head for his door, to deal with his younger and hormonal teen sister, amber eyes widened upon the sight.
An emaciated figure stood before him, stiff and stained with a deep emerald blood. Hands reached out for him, grabbing his trenchcoat. The gloves were torn and bloodstained, leaving marks on the dark fabric. Sharp, Irken teeth grit with pain and anger.
"Fuck you," The alien hissed in an acidic, weak voice, pulling Dib towards him in a sudden motion. Antenna pinned backwards a minimal amount in distress. His eyes dangerous for a moment, before the glare faded and he pressed his head into the shocked Dib's chest, holding onto him like a passenger to a lifeboat. Claws dug into him and the fabric of his clothes; needing the other boy. "Fuck you, Dib-human."
Somehow, the spot ached more.
A/N: Did you hate it? -gasp- I don't want you to hate me.
Obviously, this is a very brief prologue. I promise it'll be lengthier than this in the future.
And, to all my irritated Titans buddies that keep mailing me...and stuff...
I DO VICIOUS SPITE JIG.