'IB' - Chapter Five
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
Suicides Learning To SpeakIt’s 6 a.m. A girl is beginning the journey back from Oz, anchored to life by the whirr and beep of machines and tubes. Above her emaciated body, nurses pace, write on clipboards, click their heels and purse their lips. She is oblivious. Her mind drifts in freefall, stuck in an eggshell skull wrapped in nasal gastric tubing and an oxygen pipe forced down her throat like a synthetic umbilical cord. Somewhere, neurotransmitters are sewing themselves back into conscious awareness. There is a person lost somewhere in that body. There is a mind overboard in a black sea, sending up a flare. The nurses are afraid that she will stay in there forever. A family jostles at the side of the bed in the cramped, generic hospital room. All the King’s horses and all the King’s men… I don’t need ruby shoes to find my way home. My name is Ruby, the nurses click their heels and my family makes the wish.More Like This
I’m finding my way back to consciousness through the sound
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I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. Puffs of my breath were visible in the cold of the winter night. I was late, late again. I would miss the bus if I didn’t hurry. I clutched the shopping bags tight in my hands. I had decided to do a little last minute Christmas shopping. And when I say last minute, I really mean last minute. It was the night before Christmas Eve and I was not prepared for Christmas. None of my family was…
I panted as I reached he bus stop. It was lightly snowing but I was still sweating under my winter coat. With a slight sigh of relief I slumped onto the bench, setting my bags of gifts beside myself. I looked down at my cold hands and rubbed them together. It was late but I could still hear the faint sound of the Nutcracker playing in the distance.
I felt a knot form in my stomach as my lips turned to a frown. I wasn’t looking forward to Christmas. No, not this year. It would be the first Christmas without my little sister Amy. No, she
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It was a cold winter afternoon.
There sat the blonde boy,curled up against a wall,trembling violently.
"Why can't they see me?Why?"He whimpered quietly as fits of laughter erupted from downstairs.He slowly crawled out from his spot in the corner,peeking through the door only to see his parents laughing with some neighbors.He watched them intently as they ruffled the child's messy golden locks before them that had belonged to the quests.His purple eyes scanned their faces,filled with pride and joy at this boy..This boy that wasn't even their son!Rage coursed through his body as he stomped down the stairs furiously.The two adults whipped their heads only to see the child stomping down the stairs."L-Laura can you please take care of..him?"The man whispered to the brunette woman.She nodded,and stood up to
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After several minutes of just staring at the computer in complete terror, Dib turned to the platform and headed towards it. He shut off the lights on his way out, the computer’s bright monitor illuminating the room now. His head turned to look back at it, nodding once as if to thank it before stepping onto the plate in front of him. The platform rose again for him to take him back upstairs into the wreckage. Now he had an answer as to what happened and why Zim was behaving like he was. The better question was, would he regret seeing that though; seeing the complete self-destruction of his now former worst enemy and now current worst nightmare?
The thing that made seeing that video so traumatizing was that he had actually grown to some what care about Zim. Yes, they were enemies both out to stop each other at every turn, but before Zim, he didn’t have a reason to get up every day and go to school. Zim was everything he had always wanted; an alien that had found
For Some Reason I Think HomeHe staggered to the ruins, soaked with sweat. Blood dripped into his eyes in crimson rivulets. It was over. He was home now. Fatigue and nostalgia meshed together in a haze of memories and reality. The thick clouds above him blurring and molding together into a dreary gray sky matched his mood.More Like This
How long had it been since he had seen this place: Weeks, months, ages? He ran his hand over the remains of a house wall. The craggy mortar and soft moss beneath his fingers seemed strange. Had this been his home? The toppled chimney behind him was growing a wild garden in the fireplace. Was this really home?
It had been a long journey, there and back again. He had fought and even loved it at times. He had the scars to prove it. He squeezed his arm tighter. More blood seeped through his fingers. The last battle that plagued him was finally over. Disapproval was the only thing that had spared him. The dense air popped his ears, muffling everything but his thoughts.
He ground his teeth at the memo
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This evening as I came back from work, I saw that a note hung on my door. Slowly I moved to the door and ripped the note from it. I looked at the note. “Scat!” stood on the note. With the thought that someone was just a joke, I balled it up and threw it away.
“HE is still here…” said a strange voice. My breath stopped for a second and I turned around. I saw a old lady standing next to my car.
“Who is…He?” I asked hesitantly, looking suspiciously to the lady.
“The one who had killed the family which lived here before.” she replied and slo
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In 1925, a girl named Mary was just like every other 6 year olds, had wide imagination and always wanted some attention. Though this was quite a gloomy time, Mary didn't have so much friends considering her single mother was so strict with other families and their children. Plus Mary's mother, Katherine, was a very cautious mother over her child, she didn't want anyone to harm her and she didn't trust much people. She even home-schooled her never wanting anyone to harm her, or catch any diseases. Mary was playing one day in her room alone, playing with her toys and having fun. Her mother passed by her room, but she wasn't feeling quite right. Yet it felt like she wasn't alone
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NOTICE: This story constants events the Jeff the Killer himself would normally do. If you're not ok with Blood, swearing or other things of the Nature this isn't the story for you.
on a side note sorry its so long....I got carried away...
She reviewed the notes from the notorious killers file from the SCP's data base, walking down the hall to the questioning rooms. She had a terrible gut feeling about this interview but her superiors were pushing for it. She stopped for the pat down and was instructed to remove anything that had any metals, Leaving her with only the ear piece and papers with the interview questions.
"Remember, the only thing you need to do is ask the questions or actions we request. Understand?" The voice say into her ear.
She reaches the room where the interview was to take place. Two guards stood outside the door, one opened the door to let her enter. She gulps as
ZaDr- The CoatDib's alarm went off. He sighed to himself. He knew that it was time to get up, get dressed, and go to that Hell hole they call school. But that ment seeing Zim. Zim. He kissed Zim, yesturday, right? That wasn't just a dream? He hoped it wasn't. He began thinking about the kiss again. It made his heart flutter and he smiled to himself in the dark.More Like This
As Dib was putting his black trench coat on, he found something in the pocket. He smiled again once he relised it was a note from Zim. He must've slipped it in as the hugged the fina time before they parted and went into their homes. He began reading it. "Dib-love, I do hope you are aware that now that you have violated my space and taken advantage of my lips, you are now my mate for life. I shall see you tomarrow at school. And what was that thing you said...oh yes, I love you. Zim" Dib kissed the note, put it back into the pocket, and walked out the door.
As Dib walked into the world he felt rain his is head and face. He looked up and saw t
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It started like any other normal day...um, or as normal as a day can get for you at least.
You were walking home from another boring day of school, honestly it was past boring, sitting all day in class writing an essay after essay about things like: Happiest moment in your life, Worst moment in your life, Most inspiring moments in your life...
‘Pft, like I can remember? I would have forget my own head at home if it wasn't attached to my body.’ You grimaced inwardly, the streets in your neighborhood where empty, not a human or a car in sight. This you found a bit strange, yet didn't think to much about it.
Something cold dripped on your head, you looked up at the sky, the clouds where black and they looked quite menacing. It was going to rain. Soon. You decided that you didn't want to spend the rest of the week with a cold, so like any normal person would do, you sprinted thre
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.More Like This
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M
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Grell calls you to the middle of the room to pick out an item from his purse. You feel around, picking a small item as yours. It's a piece of candy baring the Funtom label. Even though you know Ciel ran the Funtom company, you weren't sure if he was the one who put the candy in the purse. "Is this your item master Ciel?" You held the small item between your thumb and pointer fingers for him to see.
Ciel didn't look pleased that you were holding his item. He nodded. "Yes, unfortunately it is. I thought with an item as small as that, my chances of getting picked were rather slim. Apparently not." He scoffed and stood up, reluctantly heading for the closet.
"Oh my, he doesn't seem happy at all now does he? You'd better hurry along now before he get's impatient with you." Grell giggled as he walked you to the closet. "I'll be back for you two in seven minutes now." He winked and blew you both a kiss. "Have fun." The door now shut and locked, you sat in dar
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Giggling at Dib's teasing, Zim merely nudged Dib lightly. "Awww, come on. It can't be that bad." he urged Dib to tell him the rest of his dream.
Giggling himself at the small nudge, Dib finally sighed out lightly. "Alright... Well, to tell the truth, I don't remember exactly what you were doing to me in my dream, but whatever it was, you seemed to be enjoying yourself...a LOT...I figure you were finally having your way with me. Heh...But I could be wrong....Because...You promised you'd wait until I was ready, and I have a hard time imagining that you would go against your word...Even if only in a dream..." he smiled to himself, a small blush gracing his cheeks as he told Zim all this.
Sighing to himself, Zim looked away at that answer. "Yeah...I wouldn't want to lose your trust..." his voice came out in a whisper as he was slowly beginning to w
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Setting up the lab was done very quickly and after barely a few hours, it was good to go and able to accommodate two or more 'guests'.
They had modified one of the already existing cells – or was 'cage' a more appropriate name for it? - to be secure even from an Irken's abilities. Despite Zim's claims that Skoodge was a rather useless specimen of his species, they figured it was better to be safe than sorry.
There was no need to bother much with higher security or strengthening the restrains for a human. No human being would be able to break out of the highly advanced Irken technology. Leave some damage? Maybe. But not enough to bother with.
An Irken invader, however, no matter how incompetent, would have the equipment to break out of a simple cell. So in order to prevent that, there were some upgrades needed. Dib had his doubts that the minor alterations Zim made to the cell's programming and the odd little device he had placed just outside of it would suffice, but the seriousne
PrussiaxReader - Perverts and CrushesAn academy that had no boundaries, or discipline. That is what this academy was. Students from all around the world attended the famous school, in hopes of becoming great one day. Yet, there were also students who attended just to be there. It wasn’t a contest on who could join; it was just a place for people from everywhere to be brought together.More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt was one of those people who didn’t go to the academy to be great. He didn’t even like going to school, but he did it for his younger brother, and his friends. But there was another person he went for.
As he walked the halls with his two best friends, Antonio and Francis, he looked over his shoulder at his brother, Ludwig and his friends, Feliciano and Kiku. They were talking among themselves about something to do with homework. He turned around and walked backwards, watching the three, his eyes narrowed.
“Who cares about homework! You guys need to party more often.” Gilbert laughed at them, i
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It all happened when they were kids... in that orphanage...
Yuki always played with the boys, never with the girls. Football, trading cards and other kind of games only boys play. At the time, Yuki had very long hair and used skirts only sometimes. Even though she had this delicate, fragile and girly look, the boys didn't mind having her tagging along in their games. Heck, they even liked her, how she wasn't such a winey crybaby or her voice wasn't as squeaky and annoying as the other girls'. And of course, Kaneda was happy to see his sister happy.
Even though they all looked great, a group of girls, on the other hand, weren't that happy. They were starting to despi
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It was survival to first forge his vital instincts. The urge to end the day without bloodstains on his rags — it was the wings on his feet and the frantic breath, the blaze shooting through his muscles.
For years, he never made it; he was crashed against the dead ends of alleys, as his skin painfully turned to black. The humiliation grew, steady, with each time his nose was broken. The one solution he had left was crying – he was the little creep, the one out of any gang, alone and defenseless.
But one shouted name is all it takes, when he is not enough for himself. He calls one name, and the whole gang rushes to him – it is their signal to run and to crush bones, to chase the bastards, if necessary, to the end of Neo Tokyo.
As they lie on the ground, so young and so lost already, his bullies now bend to forward the message. Kaneda’s fury does not spare anyo
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Oh God... I should really cover those windows before I go to sleep. Even if it's winter, It's still bright as fuck! And since when did my pillow started gaining weight? It's so damn heavy all of the sudden. And..... since when did it grow hair... and.... abs... hot damn . Oh yes... I remember. Since yesterday. When this 'pillow' offered me the best day of my life. I should open my eyes to see 'it' better. Ah yes. My gorgeous albino pillow. My pillow has the silkiest hair ever. And it smells so nice.Like the softest perfume. He's sleeping so peacefully. Lips slightly parted, petal-like eyelids closed. Shirtless. Arms hugging my torso lovingly. All I want is to hug him even harder and to bury my face in his soft pale neck. Now I remember how I have gained such a wonderful pillow. A snowstorm hit and we stopped at his place. We were so tired we fell asleep as fast as we lied in bed. He hugs me closer to him. I hop
Sit in Basement + Get Fat DayIt generally went without saying that Valentine's Day was a meaningless term in the Beilschmidt household. Ludwig was always busy on that day (it certainly didn't help that this particular one fell on a Monday!), and of course his stance of having "better things to do" than contemplating romantic relationships still stood. As for Gilbert, there was no Valentine's Day. There was only Sit in the Basement and Get Fat Day.More Like This
He would stock up on at least one box (often more than that) of Valentine's Day chocolate and some beer and then spend the entire day drowning his sorrows in sweetness and booze. Valentine's Day (or, as it shall be hereafter referred to, Sit in the Basement and Get Fat Day) was basically a day that existed to shove several things that Gilbert didn't have in his face, and he needed some way to fill the void left by those giggling couples practically attached at the hip as they walked down the street.
This Sit in the Basement would end up being a bit different that the oth
100 Manjuu ChallengeAfter a certain infamous incident, Gilbert had returned to ask Kiku if he wanted help cleaning the house several more times. Each time Gilbert asked, Kiku knew he really wanted one thing, or rather many of one thing: manjuu. Previously, he had been able to simply say "No, I apologize, there is none in the house at this moment" and get away with it after some prodding from the gluttonous Prussian, but today he was out of luck.More Like This
Today, he heard a knocking, and opened his door to find a familiar pair of red eyes staring back at him. "I'm here to clean again today, Kiku," Gilbert announced with worrisome glee, and strode right past Kiku into the house.
"Th-thank you for offering, Prussia-kun, but as usual, the cleaning has been done long before. I'm sorry." Kiku watched Gilbert eye the house for even a speck of dust he could claim to clean, or possibly for any food he could gorge himself on.
"Nonsense! If I learned anything from West, it's that there's always somewhere to clean. Now, how ab
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Gilbert wakes up late and alone, like he does every weekday. Ludwig is long gone by the time he wakes up, which is almost always around noon. This is, of course, because his brother has a job and actual work to be done. He can get away with just about anything while Ludwig is out. He doesn't get in trouble till his brother gets home, if he gets in trouble at all. He can cover his tracks pretty well.
One of Gilbert's favorite things to do when Ludwig is away is to make his favorite delicacy: pancakes, drowned in maple syrup. They're not quite as good as the ones Ludwig makes (then again, to him, nothing can top any of Ludwig's cooking), but they're serviceable. He can't decide how many he wants; he starts out with three, then considers four, then shrugs and makes six. He's really hungry this morning. Then again, he's really hungry every morning. He doesn't have to eat all of them if he doesn't want to, but that doesn't change the fact that he gobbles them al
Filling the VoidOne lonely day, Gilbert devours, munches, gobbles, gorges, gluts, gulps, guzzles, takes in, tucks away. He eats and eats and eats, then eats more. Nothing is safe from his voracious appetite.More Like This
During a short break, Gilbert rests his hands on his rounded belly and inspects it as if it were a foreign object that somehow attached itself to him. Somehow, it has grown from a slight and inconspicuous roundness to a very, very visible and very, very big bulge. Why hasn't Ludwig called him out on how big he's getting? Of course; Ludwig is too polite and too afraid of setting him off. Furthermore, he has been away on a business trip for over a week now. He's not around to stop Gilbert from growing.
Gilbert is growing, alright. He is quite aware that he is gaining weight, and if this habit of gorging himself every time he feels empty inside continues, he will only continue to gain even more weight. However, Gilbert is finding that he doesn't care that his belly is bigger and bigger every d
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Letting his nose lead him along the path of an utterly delicious scent, Gilbert enters the kitchen just in time to see Ludwig set a tall stack of pancakes on the table. The sight makes him so happy that he practically skips to his seat, plopping down with a huge smile on his face. It only gets better when he sees the large bottle of maple syrup and the dish of strawberries. Then his eyes go to the dish of whipped cream, and it's all he can do to keep from squealing in joy. Whipped cream! Ludwig never lets him have whipped cream. He wrote his name on the wall in whipped cream once and was never allowed to live it down.
At last, Ludwig sits down at his seat across from Gilbert, serving himself three pancakes in quick succession, for it's important to grab food before it all disappears down Gilbert's gullet. "Enjoy," he says with a slight smile.
With absolutely no hesitation, Gilbert does so. His stom
Chubby!GermanyXReader-Happy birthday!It was (name)'s birthday. She was excited, but her German boyfriend, Ludwig, was even more nervous. He was going to ask her to marry him. Ludwig was an odd man. He was foreign, which already made him have a social disadvantage with the Americans. He was also very quiet and shy. (Name) loved that about him though. Finally, the thing that made him the most insecure was his weight. He weighed a good 345 pounds. He wasn't always like this. When he moved to America 7 years ago, he was thin and trim. Now, with the endless supply of good food, especially sweets, he had ballooned to his current weight of 354 pounds. Most of it accumulated when he met his (name) in his sophomore year of college. He loved her more than anything and wanted her to be his forever.More Like This
Ludwig was "running" on the treadmill trying to trim back down to his thin self. It was hard to lose weight because of all of the food that he could ever have was accessible to him. One time he had to literally leave the room