#the whole ‘Zara thought it would be funny if you were the REAL demon of vyrantium’

[silverhalla]

alright single digit days so it’s time for last-minute baseless + unfounded veilguard theories!!!!!!! I’ll go first: the reason spite can’t take over lucanis’ body is because that body is ALREADY being possessed by lucanis, who was in fact dead and buried in the wake and rebound to a new form in the ossuary

[cdarkheartzero]

Today’s theme-

“Diary of a security guard part 3- Incubation room”

It’s another long one. I apologize for the images being so rough this time around... I was waiting on a shipment of Sharpies and I had to make the ones I had last.

Data log entry 6552 (Dear diary)

3 days had passed since the “Snack Heist”. The rest of the security staff have been breaking my chops relentlessly. I also had to take a 2 day course on “improving myself to meet the standards of the Irken Empire”. It was nice getting away from the smeetery for a bit, to be honest. But the worst part about it all.... THAT LITTLE SHIT LIVED. *sigh*

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So, I walk in today to start my shift. It was fairly uneventful. Broke up a random fight between two smeets... pulled Skoodge off a tall shelf he had accidentally got himself stuck on... answered a ton of questions about PAK legs to Tak (which is real weird. I don’t think she has seen them yet and shouldn’t know about them but hey, whatever floats her boat. Wasn’t bothering me none.)

Things were going too well. Then it hit me. WHERE IS HE?”

I hurry over to a smeetery caretaker and ask her where “THE LITTLE SHIT IS”. She laughed. “If you are speaking of Smeet Zim, he is in the incubation chambers. He’s been there for 2 days.” I was stunned. “WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM IN THERE?! SO HE CAN BLOW UP THE UNBORN SMEETS!?””

She was caught offguard by my sudden outburst but once I composed myself, she let out a small laugh. “Shockingly, he hasn’t done anything bad in days. Maybe his behavior is all your fault.” “THAT AIN’T FUNNY. And I don’t trust him in there. I’mma go get him.” I said as i turned around and made my way to the metallic doors.

I always hate coming in here. This place always feels so... hmmm.... industrialized. Like, ain’t a lick of warmth anywhere. I mean, the room’s temperature is fine but...The smeets are born into this world and then thrown out to die for the Empire. These youngen’s... have no idea what’s in store for them and it always depresses me. Then I see him. I walk on over and he is just sitting on the floor patiently waiting for something.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

“It’s gunna happen soon. I know it.”

“WHAT?”

“Someone is going to hatch.”

I swear I felt my organic brain smoking. How does he know that someone will hatch? Why is he waiting here? To kill the smeet? To taint it right out of the tube with his evil demon ways? WHAT IS HE PLAYING AT? I do the only thing I can do. I sit down next to him and wait. I could have picked him up and dragged him outta here but... I was so curious. He is so unusual. I had to see what happened next.

About 20 minutes passed and my ass is sore from the floor. I’m outta here. I stand up and brush myself off while he stares at me. “Let’s go.” I say reaching for him. He attempts to get up and run but my hands were a lot faster than he was. I was able to grab his little frame but he DID NOT make the task of ME KEEPING MY HOLD easy. He squirmed and yelled to “let him go” “he wants to stay!”. I got a door to watch and I have wasted too much time already.

I turned around, taking a few steps when an alarm sirened. Noise filled the area, bouncing off its smooth, metallic walls endlessly. Then silence. I will be DAMNED. He was right. A smeet is hatching. I turned around to grab the new smeet too. Might as well bring them both with me.

I have never actually seen this process unfold. It was kinda surreal. The canister in the wall lit up with a holographic smiling face, indicating the smeet was ready. There was a metallic clinging from above. We looked up to see a thin, robotic arm emerg from the darkness. It was right then Zim really started to give me a hard time. He wanted out SO BAD. And he finally weaseled his way from me, jumping out of my arms like he was gunna fly or something.

He hit the floor and ran towards the arm as it was cracking the tube open and releasing a limp, newborn smeet. Pretty much as soon as the smeet hit the floor, another arm emerged, piercing the smeet’s back with two holes, attaching a PAK and giving a jolt to activate it. The newborn smeet started to stir and stood upright.

“WELCOME TO LIFE CHILD. REPORT FOR DUTY.”

All I could think as I was running to intercept WHATEVER Zim was running toward us “REALLY? THAT IS THE FIRST THING THEY ARE GREETED TO?”

Zim jumped over the glass from the broken container. I thought he was going to attack the smeet but he latched onto the robotic arm instead. I was officially confused when he smiled and rubbed his face against it.

“COLD UNFEELING ROBOT ARM! I MISSED YOU!”

.... ...... EH?

I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I just stared in confusion as Zim giggled and laughed and cling onto the robotic limb for dear life. I have never seen him so happy. It was... warm.

“GREETINGS SMEET ZIM”

“HI ROBOT ARM. I MISSED YOU AND I WAITED HERE FOR YOU AND I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! I LOVE YOU!”

Wait a sec. “Love?” What the hell does that mean? Did he make it up? I have never heard it before.

I walk over and gently pull Zim off the cold limb. He releases his grip and just sits in the palm of my hands staring at his “robot arm” with stars in his eyes. A second passes and the newborn smeet and I just look at each other with not a single sound breaking this deafening awkward silence.

“FAREWELL SMEET ZIM.” It said as it retreated back to the abyss from once it came. Zim waved and smiled yelling a few more times that he “LOVES” it. The literal second it disappeared from sight, the smile melted off his face and he turned to me with a “We can leave now.” THIS LITTLE SHIT.

I scoff. “Oh. So now we can leave? Because YOU want to? Not how the world works, buddy.” Ya’ll he dead up looked me in my face, the smug smile of his and stabs me with “don’t you have a door you have to fail guarding?”

I wanna strangle him. But instead, I hold him facing me, pressing him against my chest so he is looking over my shoulder. I don’t wanna look at him. I bend down and look at the newborn smeet- who has been silently staring this whole time. I smile and extend my hand “Howdy, I’m Zara. Sorry about all that. Imma take you to the next room, okay? Watch out for the glass.” She carefully walked over and held onto my hand. I scooped her up, checking to make sure she didn’t step on glass in the process and started heading out of the room.

As the two medal latches were closing, I felt Zim wiggling and waving to the door behind us. He is still saying goodbye to that arm? Making up words. Stalking the hatching equiptment? This smeet is so weird. I couldn’t help but smile. At least he didn’t do anything bad... still... I’m going to have to look up what that word means... LOVE, huh?

Zara signing off