Nose twitching and ears swiveling this way and that, a little mouse boy scampered through the expanse of foliage before him. Now and then as he ran, he’d stop and straighten up on his hind legs much like a human. He’d cast glances around him, sniffing the air before he dropped back down to all fours – it was much easier to run this way, after all. He’d break back into his usual scamper after this, sniffing and keeping an eye out as he moved on. While his tail was pinkish

The trio of children scampered this way and that, desperately snatching up any spare parts they could that were strewn about the wasteland of their world. Two boys and one girl going by the names of Pavel, Ivan, and Irina, had gone out in hopes of scavenging for parts to bring back down to the Metro. Located underground, the Metro provided shelter for the three of them and countless other humans who sought out protection from radiation, along with the monstrous creatures that roamed the world ab

It happened again. 2D’s heart twisted, like it did the first time, but more so now than ever. He thought he’d gotten over Paula, but a part of him hadn’t - a part of him still tossed blame and frustration at Murdoc. This time, it had been 2D himself who had found his tiny bandmates having sex all over again; as if he knew the bastards would keep in contact after all this time - why hadn’t they fired Paula yet, anyway? He thought Murdoc wouldn’t screw him over again;

An irritable growl escaped the bassist’s lips as he tilted his empty bottle of beer, agitated that there wasn’t a single drop of liquor left; then chucked it aside, letting the glass bottle shatter on the ground. Murdoc already had drunk up the last bottle he had on him; an annoyance for the grumpy fellow, who often sought out a collection of alcohol to guzzle down if he could after a successful concert. The band had finished playing about an hour ago, but he and the rest of the gang

Chef Octo sighed as he roamed his kitchen, using his multitude of tentacles to assist in putting the cleaned pots, bowls, and pans away. The giant octopus had been working hard throughout the day at the orphanage as the head chef, providing the best meals possible for the children who resided here. On this day in particular, he had worked rather late into the night; overtime wasn’t something he was ever fond of, but he was able to let it slide. His work was for the sake of children, after

As he made his way to school, a broad
smirk curled at Zim’s lips while he dragged a covered red wagon
behind him. Today was show-and-tell, and he had invented something
rather special for the occasion - a grey tarp had been draped over it
to conceal the odd device. With a pleased, quiet chuckle, Zim
couldn’t help but feel his anticipation growing by the minute; with
Gir’s assistance - well, the little robot had at least tried to
help, so he supposed it counted - Zim had created a shrinking

Pacing back and forth, a grin curled at
Jackle’s lips as he realized night had finally come - the night
brought sleep, and with sleep, it brought dreams. Giddy at his own
plans for tonight, Jackle licked his lips in evident anticipation; he
was feeling a little snackish, and what better to satisfy him than
humans? Better yet, children; lost in their subconscious dream state,
waiting to be plucked up and devoured, only to awaken with a jolt at
their voracious nightmares. It wouldn’t be the fi