Amaturasu

     Her fingers were crossed, not to protect her from any promises, but for good luck. The long red hair she had possessed from her mother fell over her shoulders. The cold wind would caress it now and then, and behind her back he knew that she was crossing her fingers. But for what, he had already begun to think.     "So what did you want?" she asked, lowering her head but still peering at him through the bangs. The question wasn't as life threatening, as it normally would have been if she said anything to him at all, but even as inviting as it sounded he still felt taken aback. Her full pink lips parted, and he could picture her breaths

     “Check.”     Ray smiled a victorious smile, as if she’d already won the game, while Zim scanned the instructions to figure out just what ‘Check’ meant. Her jagged antenna’s twitched every now and then, more often than they should, every time a piece on the game board was moved. Earth Chess was so far Zim’s worst nightmare as every time a piece took a new place on a square, either black or white, he was getting fucked over. “Why are you so good at this?” he muttered, looking from the instructions up to her weak gaze, her features starting to sink in and making her look like she has parasites.

     “Huh, it just started raining again,” Dib murmured, looking out the glass window after it closed behind him. “It’s just an experiment we’ve been performing, to uh...” Tenn retreated in thought for a moment, “...see if one of our old voots could last in it,” she laughed nervously. “Wow,” she breathed, looking now upon the huge room full of games, a ball pin, and an area where people sat to eat pizza. “This looks fun!” she said, “On foodcourtia, everyone hogs up the register and just throws their trash everywhere. People look like they’re actually enjoying themselves her

     Zim sat in the dark for over an hour, staring blankly at a fuzzy screen, listening silently to the white noise.     Happy Birthday!     It all made sense now...     That’s just stupid.     But he still felt no different.     She’s useless to me!     He growled, and yanked a wire from his Pak, throwing it away from him and sinking back into his position on the chair. “Zim feels bad for nothing. Invaders need no one,” he sighed out loud to himself.     Go! I’ll find another way out!     She never did.     Ray died that night.     Then who was upstairs in his living room?     Zim wanted to just

     Tak sat at the computer, elbow rested on the side of the keyboard with her head held up by the heel of her palm, while her other hand rapidly pressed keys, windows popping up and being executed or pulled aside while more and more information seemed to come up on screen. “So Mimi’s repairs are good,” she assured herself out loud, looking down at the SIR unit’s now blue eyes as it sat at her feet. “But her eyes change color with her mood... I should probably look up-”     “Ma’am, the folder for subject ‘Schizophrenia’ is full and ready to be checked.”     Tak jerked up for a moment