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He had them back.
They were safe. They were safe. All four of them, free from their prisons, in a new home on the Satellite of Huug. They were safe in one of its massive spires. A new home. Even if the furniture was slightly aged, it mean a real bed. With real blankets. No more slabs. No more bare, thin sheets.
The array of alien life taking refuge from the Irken Empire meant a massive array of choice for real food. The former Prisoner 777 could find other Vortians (besides Lard Nar, who rescued him and his children). He could finally speak his real name.
All this on top of what he had wanted the most. After months of separation, he could finally hold his tiny children again. He could finally cuddle them, give them the attention they sought whenever Zim spoke to him from a screen. The biggest relief of all (especially in a physical sense), was being rid of the square milk pumps he was limited to on Moo-Ping 10. He didn't have to hope his energy on those horrid things would go to waste due to Zim's careless neglect.
It almost felt like some spiteful god rewarding him for enduring suffering. Prying away his freedom twice, tearing him away from his home world, his flesh and blood, stripped of every comfort and dignity until he shattered like an ancient amphora on hard tile.
He was rescued at his most hollow. Lard Nar lead his resistance to ambush Moo-Ping 10 specifically to break him out. He immediately brought him to Earth to free his children. And from there, rushed him to the Satellite of Huug for refuge.
He found proper clothes. He burned the prison jumpsuit.
He relished the first soft bed he had seen in years. After struggling on a prison bed or chair, he didn't have to struggle to nurse comfortably. He just had to make sure he had a shirt that made it easier.
It wasn't a perfect start for putting together the pieces. But it was a start. A soft reset.
So long as he had his freedom, the rest would fall into place.</i>
I don't even know what happened with that story, I just needed something to go along with the image. But I do think about how absolutely terrible 777 has had it, so a ficlet along with the art seemed appropriate
They were safe. They were safe. All four of them, free from their prisons, in a new home on the Satellite of Huug. They were safe in one of its massive spires. A new home. Even if the furniture was slightly aged, it mean a real bed. With real blankets. No more slabs. No more bare, thin sheets.
The array of alien life taking refuge from the Irken Empire meant a massive array of choice for real food. The former Prisoner 777 could find other Vortians (besides Lard Nar, who rescued him and his children). He could finally speak his real name.
All this on top of what he had wanted the most. After months of separation, he could finally hold his tiny children again. He could finally cuddle them, give them the attention they sought whenever Zim spoke to him from a screen. The biggest relief of all (especially in a physical sense), was being rid of the square milk pumps he was limited to on Moo-Ping 10. He didn't have to hope his energy on those horrid things would go to waste due to Zim's careless neglect.
It almost felt like some spiteful god rewarding him for enduring suffering. Prying away his freedom twice, tearing him away from his home world, his flesh and blood, stripped of every comfort and dignity until he shattered like an ancient amphora on hard tile.
He was rescued at his most hollow. Lard Nar lead his resistance to ambush Moo-Ping 10 specifically to break him out. He immediately brought him to Earth to free his children. And from there, rushed him to the Satellite of Huug for refuge.
He found proper clothes. He burned the prison jumpsuit.
He relished the first soft bed he had seen in years. After struggling on a prison bed or chair, he didn't have to struggle to nurse comfortably. He just had to make sure he had a shirt that made it easier.
It wasn't a perfect start for putting together the pieces. But it was a start. A soft reset.
So long as he had his freedom, the rest would fall into place.</i>
I don't even know what happened with that story, I just needed something to go along with the image. But I do think about how absolutely terrible 777 has had it, so a ficlet along with the art seemed appropriate
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Alien (Other)
Size 540 x 579px
File Size 195.9 kB
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