Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Dexter and Mandark Trip the Realm Chapter 5

Invasion

I
dont think getting hurt gets us out of these worlds, Mandark
finally said as the two of them wandered down a lonely, dark alley. A
cat swished out of sight, and hazy, blue smoke plumed over their
heads. It was vaguely reminiscent of being stuck in an Eighties music
video, with a decidedly more sinister edge. Dexter grunted, which
Mandark took as a sign of agreement. The lanky boy opened his mouth
to speak, but Dexter cut him off.

Obviously
it doesnt, Mandark, Dexter sneered. Ellen pummeled you, yet
here we are. Something else in the Arabian world got us here.

Excellent
job on the set design, by the way, Mandark complimented, almost as
an aside. For whatever reason, Dexter valued the compliment, and got
all riled up.

Well,
I used a lot of literary and cinematographic settings as starting
points for my designs of each world, save one, but I wont tell you
about that yet, let you find out for yourself. Dexter, in his
gloating, was so passionately happy that even the humid air and the
depressing surroundings couldnt put a damper on his mood. For
example, this world was inspired by those post-apocalyptic science
fiction movies and dystopian gothic comic books.
A mixture
of the two? Mandark clarified.

Yes,
a mixture.

So
where does the science fiction come in? Mandark wondered before he
heard the ever-familiar sound of a gun cocking. It rang behind his
ears. Dexter jumped backwards and stared up at a gangly woman, who
was standing on a fence behind Mandark. Her frame stood straight, but
the wind was blowing her backwards like a cat-o-nine-tails by a
river. The wide full moon cast a sickly light upon her person.

Mandark
narrowed his eyes at Dexters recognition. Its Nora, isnt
it?

Use
my real name, fool, and DIE! the girl screeched, pounding him with
the butt of the gun. Dexter watched Mandark crumple into a heap,
thinking about how truly ironic it was for his nemesis to be felled
in the exact same manner twice in a row. The thought made him
snicker.

WHATS
YOUR PROBLEM, THEN?! Nora screamed, aiming the gun at Dexter. And
this time she looked like she wasnt going to bother with the gun
butt. The bluish smoke around her black hair created a haze about her
eyes, which were coated with spider-webbed red veins completely
and utterly bloodshot.

N-no
p-p-problem, Miss Miss, ah, um

Nora
dropped the gun on the ground angrily, swallowing spittle. Ah,
youre just a kid. A stupid kid, out with a stupid friend. Stupid,
stupid, stupid

Dexter
raised an eyebrow. Howd he manage to program such a
passive-aggressive AI unit?

Recalling
that Nora was probably the key to escaping, Dexter smiled at her. We
were actually looking for you, Debu.
Within seconds the gun
was pointed back in Dexters face. The barrel touched the nosepiece
of his glasses, pushing them into the bridge of his nose.

Calling
me so FAMILIARLY, eh? Youve got guts, kid, BUT YOURE NOT SMART
ENOUGH TO KEEP AWAY FROM TROUBLE, ARE YOU?!?
Nora bellowed, her voice alone sending Dexter scurrying away.

Nora
sighed, watching the disproportionate youth barrel down the alleyway.
Shouldve killed him.

She
turned her attention to the lump of a boy at her heeled feet, the
blood on her shoes rubbing off on his face as she nudged him.

Why
didnt he take this SACK OF A MAN?! Nora yelled at herself
before turning to her right. No, Im not going to kill this,
whats your problem? She whirled around behind her. Youre
lying to me again. This kid is good, I can tell. Pause. I DO
need the blood. Its needed, oh, so badly, so badly Nora
shook her head. No, Im not listening to you. Mimis correct,
you arent! YOU ARENT AT ALL! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!

Youre
a schizophrenic!

Nora
whipped around. Dexter stood there, frightened beyond belief.

The
screaming I heard it a street away! You really DO need to be
locked up! Dexter murmured, his voice cracking just as Noras
brain did the same. She slammed into Dexter, pinning him into the
wall.

I
dont care what you think! Nora whispered, an inch away from his
face. I NEED TO KEEP IT AWAY FROM ME!

Whats
IT?! Dexter screeched. WHAT IS IT?!

Nora
was busying herself with a bag of nails. One swift motion BAM!
Dexters skin was effectively punctured, his left palm attached to
the wall behind him, his arm at a 90-degree angle. Dexter shrieked,
dissolving into a mess of a person.

My
God, oh God, Im TRYING TO HELP! WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF?!
Dexter babbled.

Mandark
twitched on the ground behind Nora, evidently roused by the
screaming. His fingers clawed up the dirt below uneasily. Dexter was
able to smile through the torture at this. He began to make choked
noises, trying to hold back pained yelling as Mandark doubled over on
the ground, trying to stand.

Nora
whipped about and noticed this. Immediately she ripped the nail out
of Dexter he screamed yet again. The blood pouring from his hand
splattered down his shirtfront and onto the ground, mixing with the
condensing stagnant water and forming a reddish vapor low to the
ground. Dexter ripped fabric off of his shirt to create a makeshift
tourniquet for himself, trying to figure out HOW he could have
programmed torture into his device.

Meanwhile,
Nora was clutching her head and moaning in anguish, occasionally
punctuating the whimpering with angry statements directed to people
Dexter couldnt see. Mandark had finally stood up, weak in the
knees and paler than the moon above him. His hands clenched and
unclenched rapidly, and his eyes were focusing in and out.

Mandark!
Dexter grinned. Mandark, oh thank God youre alive we have
to get out of -!

NEITHER
OF YOU ARE LEAVING! Nora suddenly roared, seizing Dexter by his
good arm and pulling him to her side. Especially YOU, my short,
rotund friend.

Dexter
began to hyperventilate, and Mandark was in such a state of shock
that he couldnt do anything. Without warning, Nora slammed the
backside of her fist into Dexters temple. Dexter fell with a
deafening thud, a trail of blood leaking onto Mandarks shoes.
Mandarks eyes darted from Dexter to Nora, who was laughing in a
disturbing way.

Mandark
pressed himself to the blood-splattered fence behind him. He gaped at
Dexter. There was no way Dexter could be living. None at all He
was basically swimming in his own blood. So why wasnt anything
happening?

Mandark
had no choice but to look up at Nora. He willed himself to believe it
was her a version of her. They had the same face, freckled and
thin. And the same hair, albeit it was usually nicer kept. Her eyes
were still dazzling pools of green. Mandark swallowed uneasily and
took a cautious step forward.

Why
cant we go, then? Mandark inquired gently.

Nora
stared at him. I cant tell you that.

I
think you could, if you wanted to, Mandark noted, his voice calm
and collected. He couldnt let his emotions show right now
Dexter did that and ended up dead. Besides, if it was Nora, Mandark
would know how to get to her.

Nora
stared at him confusedly, eyes narrowed. If I wanted to?

Yes.
You just want to hide behind the two friends in your mind.

You
dont understand, Nora whimpered. She was breaking. Theyll
hurt me if I dont listen to them. Theyll tear apart my
head!
Have they ever done that before? Mandark
questioned.

Nora
drew herself up to her full height, staring, wide-eyed, at Mandark.
Shed never thought about that before.

No,
Nora responded shakily. My heads never I dont get
headaches.

Seeing
Noras trademark innocence finally made Mandark relax a
little. The face staring at him was just Nora, albeit a
blood-splattered, disturbed version of her. Mandark could ignore the
blood. One of the reasons he fell for her was her unflinching love of
darkness, anyway.

He
stepped towards her. Whyd you kill my friend, then?

The
thing. The things going to come

Nora
cut off. Mandark was standing over her. She twisted her neck upward,
clutching a blood-coated nail in her right hand. Nora stared into his
eyes, the same vacant expression occupying them.

She
dropped the nail.

A/N:
If you, like my beta Rachel-prue, reacted to the last line with a
WTF?!, dont worry. I intended it to end like that. If you
somehow think that youve revealed the secret of the entire story
with that line, chances are that youre wrong.

DISCLAIMER:
I dont own Dexters Laboratory. Maybe I should say JTHM, too, as
it was a big inspiration for this chapter.