'IB' - Chapter Five'IB' - Chapter Five2 years ago in Horror More Like This
As Dib stood outside of his home, he couldn't help the overwhelming loneliness that washed over him. After the neighbours reaction, he highly doubted anyone would take him seriously. Not like they had taken him seriously before anyway.
On top of the extreme aloneness, the boy was feeling a massive amount of paranoia. His house had proven to be just as dangerous a place to be now, and after seeing how easily and quickly Zim could infiltrate it, he realized he would never feel at peace inside of it. He would always be looking around himself, checking to make sure he was truly alone.
Dib took only small, slow steps towards the house now, his eyes flicking everywhere as he scanned for any threats. He was quite jumpy now though, so when a small leaf flew by him he jumped backwards a step and let out a high pitched scream. He began to breathe rapidly until realizing it was just a leaf before taking a deep breath and staring forward again, his eyes continuing to scan his environm
The Psycho and the Psych-Thursday March 24, 1992-The Psycho and the Psych4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Shawn! Quit trying to lick the icing off of Gus's cupcake and get your own!" Henry yells as he watches Shawn stick his tongue out at Gus's outstretched arm, the awkward and rather scrawny boy unaware of the impending danger his confectionary faces due to his (Gus's) best friend's love of all things sugary and pineapple flavoredlike the icing on the cupcakes.
"Shawn! I can't believe you! That's disgusting!" Gus quickly jerks his cupcake towards his chest, but it's too late. The cupcake has been contaminated by Shawn's saliva.
Gus glares at Shawn in disgust and throws the cupcake in his face. It was one of Gus's finer moments.
"Gus! Dude! So not cool! This was my favorite shirt!" Shawn yells after the cupcake fell from his face to smear all over Cap'n Crunch's hat.
"Yeah, just like icing is my favorite part of a cupcake! You know that Shawn!"
"But it wasn't my fault!"
"Shawn, if you're going to say the gremlins made you do it, then don't! I'm tired of you
Burn It DownBurn it downBurn It Down3 years ago in Horror More Like This
| Mt. Justice
| March 23, 21:30 edt
Nightwing slowly got to his shaky feet, the pain from the shock still evident in his facial features. He looked to see Conner still on the ground, he ran as fast as his wobbly legs let him, stumbling as he went. Kneeling down, he began to shake Conner. "Come on Supy, you have to wake up!" he desperately said, he deactivated Conner's collar, and his own as he tried to rouse Conner. He knew that the whole 'I let go of this button you all die' was a hoax, but he didn't doubt that Kaldur would actually blow up the Mountain. After all, Kaldur was a double agent; he needed to keep up an appearance.
He needed to get Conner out of here, he wouldn't leave anyone behind. Running towards the entertainment room he quickly saw Sphere and Wolf; both were looking at Nightwing oddly Nightwing ran over and deactivated Wolf's collar. "Sphere, Wolf, come on hurry!" he didn't know if either could understand him, but he had to risk it. He started going back
Shocked and NumbShocked and NumbShocked and Numb4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A friend once told me that you don't always need a gun to take down the unsub and from that point on my words became my own secret weapon; I had a degree in psychology after all and my eidetic memory helped me to have a wide vocabulary, but something happened today that hasn't happened in a while. The case had been simple enough, or as simple as they can be since we're normally called in when the LEOs can't solve the case themselves: two teenaged girls, best friends in fact, had been kidnapped and one girl was dead before we arrived and the other was still alive. As we began to dig through the girl's life we discovered that her and her father had been put into a witness protection program because her father had once had a rather questionable occupation that involved some very powerful crime families. I could explain every single detail of the case if I wanted to; I could even repeat it from memory, from the time Hotch called us into the conference room until I lef