A/N: Before Reading
This is a "Planet Sheen" fanfic meaning that this coincides with the show's events. The setting is at night where in the show's case, it is after the screen fades to black and the episode is over. This, however, does not coincide with any episode of Planet Sheen; you can consider this in-between 2 episodes (I would say presumably between Boy Next Dorkus and the one after that, since that is when Sheen obtains his house).
The term "Sorua" is what I call Dorkus' species.
In the dark of night, everyone in the Zeenuian Kingdom was heading to bed; the Emperor retired to his chambers and Sheen and Dorkus were relieved of their duties for the day.
Sheen went with Nesmith back to his temporary home on Zeenu until they can get the rocket functioning again so that they can return to Earth, which would probably lead to the dismay of the Emperor since the latter had taken a liking to the alien boy.
Meters away from Sheen's home, Dorkus and Pinter retired to their bedroom with Dorkus sitting on spikes, which the Sorua had gotten used to sleeping on over the years; he did have a regular normal bed with cushions and everything else, but it seemed that he did not want to lie in that bed for reasons unknown. Every time Pinter would bring the subject up, Dorkus would get upset and he ended up being squished in his master's hands.
Dorkus wanted nothing more than to see the alien child leave Zeenu forever or have him be executed by his superior for simply being a nuisance to him. At least that was what Nesmith thought of him; the Emperor and the rest of the Zeenuian citizens were completely oblivious to what Dorkus planned for the alien every day; they would think nothing of it due to them simply not caring for the casually robed Zeenuian man.
The Sorua lied back on his spiked bed and sighed as he looked up at the awning that kept the ceiling from falling on top of them. Of course, his house falling on him practically on an everyday basis did not matter to him for the time being. If he was to be killed in his sleep, so be it; it was not like anyone was going to miss him, that was for certain.
'The Emperor doesn't give a damn…so why should I? All he cares about is that idiotic alien; if I were to die in my sleep, he wouldn't care, not even if…'
Dorkus shook his head to interrupt his own thoughts; he was thinking of those times again, times in which he would rather forget than to remember and be in pain for the rest of his life.
"How long has it been, Pinter…?" Dorkus turned his head slightly to look at his small winged companion. They had been together ever since his mother had given Pinter to him under the instruction that he look after her son when she could not. At first he thought it was a burden to be caring for such a "pet," but for over one hundred years, Pinter had earned his keep.
Pinter opened his eye and looked up at his master, knowing what he was asking him. "Tomorrow would be eight years, my liege. Why do you ask?"
Dorkus sighed again and got up from the spikes. He walked over to his nightstand to open it and brought out a curved dagger, its steel blade glimmering in the violet moonlight. "I have something that I need to do, Pinter, and you are not to stop me from doing it."
Seeing the dagger that Dorkus held in his grasp, Pinter began to worry. Knowing Dorkus, he would not dare to do something like this as a last resort even if everything else proved to be a failure. Dorkus even told him over the years that killing oneself without reason is weak and senseless. Pinter flew up to Dorkus' face, "Sir, you honestly wouldn't dream of…"
Dorkus simply looked at Pinter and scoffed, "You've known me for over one hundred years, Pinter, and you honestly think I would resort to something as weak as killing myself?"
Pinter was quiet for a moment, a sense of relief washing over his small orange frame; if he was not going to do that, just what was he going to do with that dagger? The only times Dorkus would have had to bring it out would be if he was threatened or if he was going to do something regrettable.
Dorkus pulled his violet hood over his head, his eyes void of emotion as he looked towards Sheen's home. He thought that now would be the best possible time and he had no time to waste.