ZADR - :Taste:More Like This
It was an accident.
Really he hadn't meant to do it. Something had come over him, and he didn't know what.
He hadn't always wondered what Zim tasted like…
Dib banged his head against his locker in monotone, trying to expel the memory of that goddamn event that had happened earlier. A few fellow students walked past, attempting to give the obviously insane teen as wide a berth as possible.
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn.
It had started out simply enough. Normally. He had been watching Zim as he always did, studying the alien, trying to figure out his weaknesses, what made him tick, the best possible way to expose him, dissect him etc.
And then his thoughts had shifted suddenly, with no warning. Flowed naturally from one thing to another.
What did Zim taste like? Dib had been startled by his thoughts and more than a bit disgusted – hello! This was the freaking alien space boy he was thinking about! Can anyone say xenophile?! – but his thoughts continued on their skewed ra