Father of Mine
(sort of a short part 1)
pairing: PM/D (pro membrane/dib)
warnings: im planning nothing bad till chapter two ^_^
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Some kids have normal families. Some kids can go to
bloaty's on the weekends without fear of some
mysterious appointment that proves itself more
important. Some kids come home from school an hour or
two before their father or mother, who greet them with
varied amounts of enthusiasm, but, nonetheless, with
love.
Why couldn't he be normal? What curse of the vengeful
and angry gods placed his soul with a Gameslave
zombie, and....Dr. Frankendad over there....
He glared down the basement steps at his father, Pro
Membrane, working on his latest
experimenty......thingie..that of course had nothing
to do with his family, or his children and everything
to do with nameless, faceless executives Dib never
met.
As Membrane shuffled upstairs Dib continued the visual
DOOMING of his father. He was brushed by without so
much as a "hey."
A noxious smell wafted up from the basement, and Dib
shuddered to think what Membrane might be concocting
down there. Suddenly, he was struck with brilliance!
Frankendad had shuffled into the bathroom (another
shudder from Dib) but thus gave him time to exact his
revenge.
Sneaking down the creaky steps, he lightly tapped one
slender beaker full of.....well full of
something.....the contact made it wobble from side to
side, then fall to the floor! The inevideble glassy
crashing sounds made him cringe at first, for fear of
being found out before he had finished. But, one by
one, liquids were spilled, test animals released, and
progress logs ripped up, in one flying hurricane of
pent up neglect and isolation.
Dib was panting when he finally slowed to a stop, but
then heard an astonished gasp behind him.
He turned around slowly, his eyes widening as he saw
Pro Membrane standing on the stairs, staring with
narrowed eyes at him....
"Dib...." Membranes voice barely contained his anger,
"what IS THIS?? Why have you DONE THIS!" With the last
two words he didnt shuffle, but rather glided toward
his son at an alarming pace, and lifted the smaller
boy off the ground.
____
That's all my tired brain can produce for tonight, ill
write more on monday....that is, if anyone wants me
to.
Drea
(sort of a short part 1)
pairing: PM/D (pro membrane/dib)
warnings: im planning nothing bad till chapter two ^_^
______
Some kids have normal families. Some kids can go to
bloaty's on the weekends without fear of some
mysterious appointment that proves itself more
important. Some kids come home from school an hour or
two before their father or mother, who greet them with
varied amounts of enthusiasm, but, nonetheless, with
love.
Why couldn't he be normal? What curse of the vengeful
and angry gods placed his soul with a Gameslave
zombie, and....Dr. Frankendad over there....
He glared down the basement steps at his father, Pro
Membrane, working on his latest
experimenty......thingie..that of course had nothing
to do with his family, or his children and everything
to do with nameless, faceless executives Dib never
met.
As Membrane shuffled upstairs Dib continued the visual
DOOMING of his father. He was brushed by without so
much as a "hey."
A noxious smell wafted up from the basement, and Dib
shuddered to think what Membrane might be concocting
down there. Suddenly, he was struck with brilliance!
Frankendad had shuffled into the bathroom (another
shudder from Dib) but thus gave him time to exact his
revenge.
Sneaking down the creaky steps, he lightly tapped one
slender beaker full of.....well full of
something.....the contact made it wobble from side to
side, then fall to the floor! The inevideble glassy
crashing sounds made him cringe at first, for fear of
being found out before he had finished. But, one by
one, liquids were spilled, test animals released, and
progress logs ripped up, in one flying hurricane of
pent up neglect and isolation.
Dib was panting when he finally slowed to a stop, but
then heard an astonished gasp behind him.
He turned around slowly, his eyes widening as he saw
Pro Membrane standing on the stairs, staring with
narrowed eyes at him....
"Dib...." Membranes voice barely contained his anger,
"what IS THIS?? Why have you DONE THIS!" With the last
two words he didnt shuffle, but rather glided toward
his son at an alarming pace, and lifted the smaller
boy off the ground.
____
That's all my tired brain can produce for tonight, ill
write more on monday....that is, if anyone wants me
to.
Drea
