[Welp, this is happening. Fern's jaw drops and he starts looking around again, this time taking in what defenses and weaponry is in the room. Of course, regardless of what he's actually seeing it doesn't feel like enough.
He forms a sword, the weight a comfort in his hand.]
Okay. Okay, this is fine, that's just one Zim that we gotta kill. One Zim with a gun.
no subject
He forms a sword, the weight a comfort in his hand.]
Okay. Okay, this is fine, that's just one Zim that we gotta kill. One Zim with a gun.