By StarWolf
7/18/2005
Title: Deoxyribose
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Invader ZIM
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, drug use (?), and sliiight slash
Pairing: Kinda ZimxDib.
Genre: Uhhh. 8D Horror. Maybe.
Disclaimer: Jhonen would kill me for this. I'm not profiting, though. :D;
Distribution: Don't even think about it.
Summary: Yaaaay, brains!
Author's Notes: For NeoFox. Prompt: "saccharine."
Dib has never felt so claustrophobic in his life.
Beneath a canopy of crisscrossing cords and misshapen metal, he pretends that the glow of countless computer terminals is akin to late-afternoon sunlight. If he keeps up the optimism, he won't notice its likeness to the bloodstained-colour of collapsing stars.
Zim (has no choice) (can't let him live) (must exterminate now) (thinks he's a fool) and straps him to a panel pockmarked with furiously-blinking lightbulbs. For a split-second-too-long his vision is blurred by zoomed-in green and he's being hissed at and Zim's breath smells like stale pancakes and unbrushed alien teeth. Harsh clawfingers clasp painfully on his shoulder and oh my god his nails are cutting through the fabric and for some reason he can't feel his muscles anymore.
It's too late to swallow his fear, pride, or anything of the sort, because he's being forcefed his own demise. Gritty granules cling to his tongue and esophagus and he's choking he's choking--
A spoonful of sugar helps bring him (down and (out) of his mind.)