Sharp Sided Pencil
Originally posted to ff.net on 7/15/06. Reposted on LJ now.
Title: Sharp Sided Pencil
Genre: General
Rating: low PG-13
Paring: slight ZADR (Zim/Dib)
Summary: Which path will you choose? Or was it chosen for you? If so, are you able, and willing to jump off the road?
Disclaimer: I could only wish.
Sharp Sided Pencil
They stood back-to-back. One was Human, the other Irken. Race didn’t matter, however. It did other places, other times, but not then, not there.
A savior, a destroyer. Both would-bes. Both betrayed and ridiculed for trying their hardest to please who they cared for and loved.
Common ground is said to make the bitterest of enemies comrades…friends, even. It was an insane theory to Humans and Irkens alike, so of course the Defect and the Reject believed it, embraced it. How could they not?
There were three choices: One, commit suicide. Two, live together (on earth, seeing as they really had nowhere else to go), shunning everyone else. Or three, exact revenge. The first would bring them to a dark, tranquil abyss. The second would give them time to heal each other’s wounds as best they could. The third would cause them bittersweet moments, constant fear and pain, and most-likely end up getting them killed in the most painful and excruciating way in the cosmos. The choice was clear.
So there they stood, back-to-back. Both were lost in thought. Soon they would be getting ready for their journey to the Massive; Earth had already been taken care of.
Title: Sharp Sided Pencil
Genre: General
Rating: low PG-13
Paring: slight ZADR (Zim/Dib)
Summary: Which path will you choose? Or was it chosen for you? If so, are you able, and willing to jump off the road?
Disclaimer: I could only wish.
Sharp Sided Pencil
They stood back-to-back. One was Human, the other Irken. Race didn’t matter, however. It did other places, other times, but not then, not there.
A savior, a destroyer. Both would-bes. Both betrayed and ridiculed for trying their hardest to please who they cared for and loved.
Common ground is said to make the bitterest of enemies comrades…friends, even. It was an insane theory to Humans and Irkens alike, so of course the Defect and the Reject believed it, embraced it. How could they not?
There were three choices: One, commit suicide. Two, live together (on earth, seeing as they really had nowhere else to go), shunning everyone else. Or three, exact revenge. The first would bring them to a dark, tranquil abyss. The second would give them time to heal each other’s wounds as best they could. The third would cause them bittersweet moments, constant fear and pain, and most-likely end up getting them killed in the most painful and excruciating way in the cosmos. The choice was clear.
So there they stood, back-to-back. Both were lost in thought. Soon they would be getting ready for their journey to the Massive; Earth had already been taken care of.