Aww, has it been a while? Have you guys been sad? Did some of you go into remission when I didn't post immediately? … If you answered 'yes' to any of these, seek treatment from Dr. Felm. XDDDDD
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Reep rubbed his antennae and growled softly in annoyance. It had only been a couple of hours since he had kidnapped his smeet, but the little Irk had refused to stop screaming. Eleven's wail pierced the air and even sent a shiver throughout the ship, who had turned off its audio recognizer only a few minutes after it realized the smeet was not going to stop.
Reep sighed heavily, trying to get the child's attention, and maybe even quiet him down a little, but it was all for naught as he quickly realized that this action made Eleven shriek louder. The smeet was currently harnessed back into the highchair, but the chair itself had then been welded and bolted into the floor after Eleven's little escapade. And to top it all off, Reep was trying to feed him.
"You know this'll," Reep growled, trying to raise his voice over the screaming, "You know this'll only prolong what I'm trying to accomplish! You're going to be fed, one way or another!"
Eleven simply continued his screaming. He was getting tired, but he wasn't ready to give up yet. The smeet wanted Reep in as much pain and discomfort he was in.
The monster snarled and shoved a spoonful of food in Eleven's openly screaming mouth. Reep smirked when the smeet gagged and spit the food out. At least the screaming had stopped.
"Now that you've stopped screaming," the monster pursed his lips, readying another spoonful of the food, "how about you allow yourself some nourishment?"
Eleven growled, wiping his mouth on the bib Reep forced him to wear, "No! That's baby food! 'm not a baby!"
The monster presented another spoonful to the smeet, "Well, you could have fooled me. Now say 'ahh', nicely, mind you, and we'll be done with this in a few minutes."
Eleven shoved the spoon away, fighting against Reep to keep it back, "No! 'm not a baby an' baby food tastes NASTY!"
He screamed the last word, starting up on a new round of shrieking to anger his captor. Hopefully, Reep would give up and leave again, maybe even let him out to take a nap or something. Anything other than being force-fed baby food would've been better.
Eleven noticed the monster just waiting around for the screaming to stop, so the smeet tore off his bib and threw it at him, slamming tiny, angry fists into the highchair's tabletop. At this rate, he would be exhausted and with a headache in no time.
Reep seemed to take mercy upon the smeet when he finally sighed and unlatched the back of the harness. Eleven's screaming had turned into a wailing cry and the monster lifted the tired, crying smeet from the chair, coddling and hushing him in a sweet manner. This scared Eleven.
"Hush, my little smeet," Reep murmured, "hush, you're safe. I'm keeping you safe. There's nothing to fear."
Eleven's wailing didn't stop, the fear within him rising. There was much to fear, starting with the monster holding the smeet captive.
Reep smiled, thinking his tactic to be working when Eleven paused a moment to get a little breath, "That's it. Calm down. You've nothing to be afraid of, my little smeet. We're going to help each other, you know. And once this mess is all fixed, I'll protect you, and care for you, and raise you…"
Eleven's breathing suddenly hitched and his eyes grew wide. The light blue orbs surrounded by the darker blue became pinpoint and the smeet hissed, baring his fangs. He shrieked in anger, thrashing about, and sunk his teeth into Reep's arm, snarling and tearing as he dug his claws in. The monster let out a surprised yell and tried to yank the angered smeet from his limb, but Eleven was stuck fast.
Reep stumbled out of the little kitchen area and nearly tripped over the bed that was in the immediate area. Falling back on it, the monster reached a foot up and peeled the smeet off with his heel. Eleven fell to the floor with a loud thump and snarled, diving under the bed.
Reep growled and took a look at his arm. He was bleeding profusely, the teeth having severed through muscle and veins. The monster peered closer and saw that the smeet had grazed the bone. And he hadn't even been trying.
Reep scowled at the wound, but smirked when the tissues closed and the bleeding stopped. Granted, now that the wound was healed he'd have to fix or replace the shirt he was wearing, but that could wait.
The monster's purple eyes glistened and he spoke calmly, "Smeet? Smeet, where are you?"
There was silence.
"Smeet," Reep began again, but then he stopped, "… Eleven?"
He was rewarded with a very un-smeet-like hiss from under the bed, then a loud shrieking roar. Reep sat straight up and made sure to pull his feet up on the bed before peeking over the side.
"… Eleven?"
Another alien-like shriek.
Reep took in a breath and slowly set a foot down. Eleven's little smeet claws latched on and his little teeth sunk in, biting right through the material of the boot and into the monster's foot. Reep let out a yell and he lurched back, pulling his foot back up.
The smeet cackled from under the bed and scurried in further, growling and snarling as he made himself comfortable.
Reep breathed heavy as he waited for the pain to stop and heal over. This boot was also ruined. The monster growled and settled himself better on the bed, pulling both boots off and peeking over the side again. He heard an annoyed, gruff-sounding huff rumble from under the bed and then a flurry of dust was pushed out from under it. With each wave of dust came the huff. Eleven was cleaning out his new abode.
Reep growled softly to himself and held the boots out over the edge, "Eleven," the shriek followed the name, and the monster sighed, "you must stop this. It is foolish and it is late," he smirked to himself, "I know you're very tired."
The smeet answered back with a cough and Reep held the boots out a little farther. He waited a moment, then dropped the boots. Eleven shot out from under the bed, snatching both boots and tearing into them mercilessly, growling and shrieking as he bunny-kicked and decimated the boots.
He rolled around for a moment, getting dust on his clothes, then tossed the discarded shoes across the room and dove under the bed again. Reep was stunned. His little smeet had become a demon.
Eleven growled angrily and shoved the last of the dust out from under the bed. It wasn't too low of a bed, so he had a lot of room to move about and this was to be useful if he was going to make it his new base. Rule number one, as ZiM had told him, was to establish a base of operations when in foreign territory.
The smeet heard Reep shuffle around again and he shivered. He didn't want to be raised by a monster and if he had to act like a demon to prevent it, he was fully ready to do so. Eleven whined softly to himself and shivered again, now cold in his new 'base' and spotted part of a large comforter hanging over the bed.
Reep was trying to assess the best way to get off the bed without getting bitten when he felt a slight tug on the comforter he was sitting on. There was another small tug, then the comforter was ripped out from under him and the monster fell to the floor with a pained yelp, rolling to the side with a growl.
The comforter was pulled under the bed and the smeet let out another cackle. He inspected his prize, then squealed happily, wrapping himself in the comforter, and laying it out a bit like a nest. Eleven nuzzled into the giant blanket and let out a mew, nestling down.
Reep growled again and peeked under the bed, watching his smeet settle down for the night. A sneer crossed the monster's face and he crept slowly and quietly as he could under the bed to the smeet. His face was mere inches away from the smeet's back when Eleven suddenly whipped around and slashed Reep across the face.
The monster let out a roar and tried to retreat, hitting his head roughly on the ceiling of the smeet's new 'base'.
"Get out!" Eleven shrieked, "Get out, get out, get away from me!"
Reep snarled and pushed himself out from under the bed, leaving the smeet to nod in satisfaction and go back to his current task of taking a nap. The monster watched Eleven, hissing quietly as his face healed, and waited for the little demon to fall asleep.
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A couple hours later, Reep woke with a small start. He was still lying on the floor facing the underside of the bed. His smeet was now fast asleep, curled up like a kitten in his prized comforter. The monster sneered and crawled to Eleven, wrapping the smeet and comforter in his arms and carefully pulling them from the safety of under the bed.
Eleven whined softly, curling in a little more, then relaxed letting out soft little breaths.
Reep chuckled deeply, "Even demon smeets need their rest…"
The little Irk didn't respond and the monster simply stood, setting the bundle of smeet and blanket on the bed. Reep carefully got onto the bed slipped over to the other side, laying down and hugging the bundle close. Eleven whined again, but didn't stir.
The monster stroked the smeet's cheek, "You don't seem to realize, my little Eleven, that you are mine now. No matter what you do or how you act, you will become what I want you to become."
Eleven shivered in his sleep and moved away from the contact, but Reep held him close, "I can see you hide your true potential, but it won't matter once I've finished what was started," the monster nuzzled the top of the smeet's head, "I'll have the gifts that rightfully belong to me and then I'll keep you as my apprentice," he chuckled deep again, "You'll be my little smeet forever, my little Eleven…"
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Geez, Reep. Possessive much? I think Reep needs an a$$ whoopin'! And don't worry, he will. But much later. R&R… Just humor me.
