you're never coming back

[zib]

Who: Zib and maybe even you! This is an OPEN log for everyone who wants to get involved /o/
What: Mostly studying butterflies and skeletons, and then beast hood shenanigans thanks to the portals from the event
When: During the month of April
Where: Tends to hang out around Disaster House, but the prompt with beast corruption will be throughout Trench, see inside for further details

Content Warnings: despair/potential suicidal ideation because of the butterflies, skeletons(???), paranoia/hallucinations, obsession, insect/alien body horror per beast hood corruption, parental neglect, will add more if they come up



[So Zib has been... well, not well. He's been showing some signs of undergoing the corruption that others have here and there in the form of the extra green arms he's been walking around with lately, and with some strange lines that have formed against his face, arms, anywhere that he allows any skin to expose that take the shape of something reminiscent of spider-web cracks.

Like as if his body is merely a cocoon and something is bursting at the seams waiting for the right type to hatch.

But, thankfully, Zib had started out being at least semi-aware that he was very much stretching the definition of being "okay" in any way, shape, or form. He's told a few people about it rather than hiding it, at least, and has tried to find things that he actually enjoys to see if it helps any or at least serves as a nice enough distraction for now.

However... it seems that April has other ideas.]

[ooc: Toplevels with what's happening with Zib will be below with their own headers! They're all mostly related to the event, but if you want a closed thread with Zib that falls outside of the prompts offered, hit me up and I'll make it happen! I've also got Zib's plotting stuff for the event over here that you're free to go to for info or hit me up on as well!]

Comments

[zib]

Oh...

[For a moment, he wonders if maybe that right there was the exact reason the other Dib he met before arriving in Trench had ultimately turned on him: because Zib was the jaded, bitter, jealous one in comparison to them.

And maybe Dib had actually been afraid of turning out to be like Zib someday too, like how Luz had been afraid of that other version of herself she described.]

[imaglyphwitch]

[Luz noticed that look and was concerned].

Penny for your thoughts, Zib.

[zib]

[He hesitates for a moment, before he relents.]

I was just thinking... that I might understand how both of you felt. You and the other one that you described, I think. That maybe I'm the one who has been jealous this whole time. At least, based on my own interactions with other versions of me.

Is that bad?

[imaglyphwitch]

Not really.

I admit I felt pretty reluctant to be anything like that older version of me, but at the same time? She existed to serve the purpose of keeping the Sleepers safe, even if meant warping her a little bit. You, you're trying to make the world safer without having Zim be a threat to it. That means getting closer to him in a way you might not want, but its still admirable.

Of course you might feel jealous that other version of you got to stay "untouched." You had to go through things he'll never know.

[zib]

Yeah, exactly.

[A pause, before he gives one of those self-deprecating smiles of his.]

Maybe if we're lucky, the one I met that's still alive won't end up like me now that he's gotta know what kind of future he might have.

[imaglyphwitch]

[Luz was beginning to understand Zib a little more, and now she wanted to make sure that he valued himself as much as he ought to. It was hard, to go to a world where your very own purpose was thrown into question.

Oh boy. That smile looked way too familiar].

That's his own timeline. If I know you, you don't get to have that luxury, and you have your own goals to worry about.