|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:32:24 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:32:24 GMT 10
Ziggy sighed as Krusha finally left Amy’s room to go into his own room across the corridor and down to the left. "Boy, talk about takin’ yer time." the head grumbled. Krusha didn’t even notice the human head waiting in the corridor. There was a look of almost unearthly happiness on the lizard’s face as he glided into his own room and closed the door. The door to Amy’s small room had been left ajar, and Ziggy was glad of it. He often had a problem when it came to opening doors.
But it was now or never for Ziggy’s bad news, and he had to tell her. Either this, or he might be tempted to do what he was going to do without even telling his friend. But not even Ziggy wanted to stoop to doing that. He gently pushed the door further open and peered into the room. Amy was resting on her back on the bed, looking somewhat exhausted. Ziggy didn’t even dare to imagine why.
As the head hopped through the doorway, Amy turned her head to look at him. She blinked slowly and smiled. "Oh…hi." She really sounded tired out. The human head stopped when he reached the side of her bed, and looked up at the female kremling. She looked so happy. But he HAD to do this, no matter what.
"Toots, can I…can I talk to you for a minute? Please?"
A look of concern crossed Amy’s face, and she sat up. She had sensed the worry and tension in Ziggy’s voice. This wasn’t a good sign. "What’s wrong?"
"I…I…" Ziggy stammered, and then he gave up. This was too hard for him to do. "I…tink you’re happy. Did ya have fun wit’ dat blue freak out dere?"
Amy could tell that this wasn’t what Ziggy had come here to say. But a change of subject seemed promising. She was NOT in the mood for bad news, and Ziggy was clearly hiding some from her.
"Yeah…we had fun. We always do when we’re together."
"I…er…I wanna hear more, toots." Ziggy stammered. He was close to sobbing with frustration.
"We didn’t…well…we didn’t…do THAT, if that’s what you’re thinking. We never have…we just…kiss one another a lot. But we don’t do THAT."
"Oh…dat’s reassurin’." Ziggy said, breaking down slightly, "Savin’ yerselves for marriage, eh?"
Amy nodded and sighed. "That’s the way Klump seems to want it. He doesn’t like it when we kiss too much, or something. I mean, it’s none of his business what Krusha and I do, but we have to live with it." She looked down at the head. He looked as though he was going to explode with tension. "Ziggy, tell me what’s wrong."
The head whined with worry. "I…I…I know I promised I’d stay wit’ you forever…but I…I…"
Amy leaned down closer to him, staring at him. She wanted him to continue, but part of her didn’t want him to continue. It was a confusing feeling.
"But I…I gotta leave ya, toots. I HAVE to." the head sobbed, blinking back a few dead tears as he did so, "I know you’ll probably hate me…but…"
"WHAT?!" Amy yelled, cutting Ziggy off in the middle of his emotional speech, "You promised!"
"I know, I know…but I…at least dat blue guy’ll be happy, eh?" he said, trying to comfort her.
Amy stood up off the bed, slightly groggy. "Ziggy, you said that you’d…you can’t just leave us like this!"
"Er…leave YOU, don’t ya mean? Nobody else’s gonna miss me…"
Amy bent down and scooped the head up in her arms. She held him close to her chest and looked down at him, pleading him to change his mind. "I’ll miss you, and that’s all that matters. You can’t leave me…"
"Yeah, I can."
"I won’t let you!" Amy shouted, digging her claws into Ziggy’s cold flesh, "I’ll hold onto you!"
"Toots…I already booked my ticket outta here. I’m gonna hafta go."
"But how did YOU book a ticket?"
"Dey only charged me half price because I’m jist a head, babe. I was in two minds about wheder I was gonna tell youse at all…but I’m definitely leavin’ ya."
"Whatever for?!" Amy questioned, hoping that if she asked enough awkward questions, he would change his mind.
Ziggy sniffled. He had been smart enough to think of a reason beforehand, and he was thankful that he had bothered to do so. "Toots…dis place ain’t my home. I belong back in New York…in da city."
"What’s the point of going back? It’s not as if anything will be the same as you remember…" Amy said. Her voice was drifting into some kind of whisper, and she held a claw to her face. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
"I need to go back dere, dat’s all. It’s where I grew up, toots, and I wanna go back. I’m sure I’ll manage fine, so dere’s no need to worry-"
"What chance do you stand in da big- er…the big city? You’re just a head. I don’t know if you forgot or something…"
"Toots, I’m not stupid. O’ course I know I’m jist a head…but if I can find me body…wow…den stand back, ‘cause Lawrence Ziegfeld will be takin’ over New York!"
Amy tightened her grip on the head. "I won’t let you go, Ziggy. You’re staying with me."
Ziggy squirmed in her grip and she let him drop onto the floor. "Ow…tanks for bein’ so understandin’, toots." he said, struggling on the floor. He rolled over and made himself upright again. "I want youse to know dat I’m really gonna miss ya."
Amy hung her head and sighed. She sat down on the floor, hugging onto her knees, head down. She was sobbing. The fact that he was going to miss her hadn’t been much of a help. Ziggy was alarmed at this, and hopped right up to her. He touched her ankle with his nose, and she looked up (down, actually, but…oh well) briefly. Tears were trickling out of her eyes, and she tried to blink them back. But it didn’t work, and this made her sob louder. "Wow…*sniff* I’ve gone from being desperately happy…to being drop-dead unhappy…I’m sure that wasn’t healthy."
"Toots…I’ll be fine. Don’t worry…"
"You betrayed me…you’re my…my best…one of my…best friends…*sniff* I feel…so betrayed…"
Ziggy sighed and turned away from her. "I’ll…leave you in peace, den." he said, softly. As he said that, Amy stood up and wiped her face, getting rid of the tears. She looked very angry, and Ziggy’s eyes widened. "Is it sometin’ I said?"
"You can’t just walk out on me!" she screamed, clenching her fists to appear menacing, "I’ll walk out on YOU!!" With that, she marched out of the door and slammed it as hard as she could, taking a good deal of negative karma with her. The whole room seemed to shake with the force she had applied to it. Ziggy’s ears were ringing with the shriek-like yelling of her voice, and he felt quite dizzy. He shook himself to try to get rid of the sound in his skull, and then looked at the closed door, saddened.
"I don’t tink she took it dat well…"
***
"Krusha! Krushaaaa!" Amy yelled, slamming her fist against Krusha’s door, "Let me in!" A slight groan was the reply she got, and she shrugged her shoulders. "Can I come in, sweetie?"
She heard the sound of shuffling clawsteps, and the door swung open in her face. She was greeting by Krusha, looking very pleased about something. He leaned up against the doorframe. I guess he was just trying to look ‘cool’.
"Duh, hi. What brings you here?"
"Well- huh? Why are you speaking like that?"
Krusha scratched his head, thoughtfully. "Duh…I dunno."
Amy turned around to look back at the door of her room, and then back to Krusha. She sighed, and clasped her hands together. "Look…I’ve got some news about Ziggy…"
"Grr…" Krusha groaned, crossing his arms, "I don’t like him very much."
"I know you don’t. Can I come in?"
Krusha did a little hop on the spot, a smile on his face. "Of course! Welcome to my…er…room."
Amy smiled slightly as she walked past him and into his room. At least it was nice and warm in here. Krusha hopped over to his bed, excitedly, and sat himself down on it. He placed a claw next to him on the bed. "Coming?"
"Oh…yeah." Amy walked over to where he was and sat down next to him. She crossed her arms and her legs, still upset about what Ziggy had decided. He was so…mean…and heartless. Well…he didn’t actually have a heart at the moment…but anyway.
"Duh…so, about Ziggy?" Krusha looked concerned. This was not concern about Ziggy. This was concern about why his girlfriend looked so upset.
"He’s…he’s leaving." Amy whispered, feeling some tears form in her eyes again. She hugged onto herself, suddenly feeling cold and deserted. It was as though a cold draught had entered the room suddenly. Her scales prickled like icicles. That’s what it felt like, at least.
Krusha tried his hardest not to smile – he knew that if he did, it would make Amy feel worse. But this was wonderful news! The annoying little head that they picked up in the museum was leaving! Krusha hoped he would be going far, far away. Like…to Japan or somewhere.
"Uh…oh dear…how sad." Krusha said, putting an arm around Amy. She exhaled and shivered, the sudden coldness getting to her. She knew that Krusha didn’t really feel that way. It was common knowledge, and she could feel it. The coldness suddenly materialised as a dreadful headache at the base of her skull, and she groaned loudly.
"This pain…it never ends..." she whined, holding her head. If only she could just…rip her head off and get rid of it…so there would be no more pain.
"Duh…where’s he going?"
"New York." Amy replied, shivering again.
Krusha tightened his grip on her and touched his snout against her neck. Poor New York… was all he could think.
"I heard that." Amy sighed.
Krusha pulled away from her slightly. He hadn’t opened his mouth at all…he’d only thought of it. He wouldn’t have dared to say it to her. "Uh…heard what?"
"I heard you say ‘Poor New York’. Don’t deny it…but I know you don’t like him, so I suppose it’s Okay." Amy was talking as though it was really nothing, but Krusha was surprised. She had just heard what he had been thinking. He closed his eyes and thought of something else, just to test her.
Amy glared at him. "What?!"
Krusha stared back at her, eyes as wide as…something big and wide. "Oooookay…you CAN read my mind."
"Right on. So be careful with what you think…but I haven’t…heard your thoughts before…not that I remember."
Krusha sighed and leaned back on the bed, closing his eyes gently as he began to relax. He had his claws resting on his stomach, and he breathed deeply. "Duh…and what about…Tobias?"
"Oh, don’t talk about him…I don’t want to think about him. I’ve got enough to worry about already. So kindly leave him out of the conversation."
Krusha was beginning to wonder if she’d allow him to do ANYTHING. He couldn’t think, and now she was telling him not to talk…oh well. Females will be females. "Duh…wanna change the subject?"
"Okay. I wonder if my sister went back to work or not. She always seems to have to work. I don’t think Klump’s happy with things as they are. He’d probably like to spend more time with her."
"Duh…yeah. I mean, we get to spend a lot of time together, yeah?"
"Uh huh. But…we DO work together, I guess."
"Yeah."
"Except that you’re a bodyguard, and I’m a…cleaner…"
"Duh…you’re more than that."
"I am?"
"Of course. You’re…a…you’re Amy!" Krusha said, almost in triumph.
Amy grinned. "Ah yes, I be an Amy. And I’m a pirate, too. I’m glad to have my license. Though I don’t really use it."
"Uh huh…but at least you, duh, don’t have to go away to get one again. Duh…it was a disaster when you left."
"Whoa, yeah. I’m amazed my sister was able to forgive me. I thought she’d be mad forever."
Krusha smiled and got himself deep into his ‘relaxing’ mode. He had been able to get Amy’s mind off Ziggy, and she seemed much happier for it. He was very proud of himself for doing so, and he felt like he was the cleverest lizard on earth. He wasn’t, of course, but he felt like it right now. He opened his eyes again when he felt a small, cold hand touching his arm. He looked over at Amy, who seemed very much happier than she had been when she first came into the room. He was glad to see that she was smiling. He smiled back at her as she got into a more comfortable position on the bed. She hugged onto his arm again and closed her eyes, thoughts of Ziggy and Tobias far from her mind.
***
That night, everyone was sleeping peacefully. Ziggy was sleeping in the corner of Amy’s room, Krusha was in his room, Klump was snoring away in his room…and up in King K. Rool’s room, the king was sleeping soundly, as was his son next-door. Everyone was sleeping without a care in the world.
Except Amy.
She wasn’t asleep, but nor was she awake. She was somewhere in-between those two states of mind. She was sitting up on her bed, head hung forward, claws resting in her lap. She was staring forward, but she couldn’t see anything. Her eyes were foggy and dead, but she was…somewhat awake. She was awake, but her mind was asleep. It was as though she was sleep-walking, but without the ‘walking’ part. "Where…is he…" she whispered in a monotonous voice, "He won’t stop us…he’s going to pay for what he did to…me." She groaned deeply. Even though she wasn’t actually awake, she could still feel a throbbing pain in her head.
She stood up off the bed rather shakily, and staggered over to the door, arms held out in front of her. She looked like a zombie going for a midnight prowl. And she was…sort of.
The female kremling opened the door slowly, and ventured out into the corridor. Into the dark corridor. But since she couldn’t actually see, it didn’t really matter. Keeping close to the wall, she wandered down the corridor in the direction of the elevator. She knew her way around this place like the back of her claw, despite that she wasn’t completely awake…strange, I know. Her eyes were open, and she couldn’t see where she was going, but she knew her way around.
I’m painting the roses red, painting the roses red…
She found herself singing gently as she staggered up to the elevator. The songs didn’t really mean anything…they were just songs she had picked up and was absent-mindedly reciting. Her soft voice drifted down the corridor and came back to her, making her smile, sleepily. She actually sounded quite good, and she was proud of herself. She stumbled onto the rising platform thingy that counted as their ‘elevator’, and prepared to ascend to the main factory hall.
‘Cause nothing compares…nothing compares to you…
***
In a small tomb-like cavern beneath the island, Tobias gazed forlornly into a pool of rancid water. He was crouched over it, looking at his reflection. He extended a claw down to the water and touched the surface with the tip of his right index talon. "Show me not my reflection…show me my raven." he whispered, flicking his tail impatiently. The ripples that had formed on the surface of the water gently subsided in the darkness to show a clear picture of Tobias’ ‘raven’. The dark lizard smiled slightly and rested his elbows on his bent knees. "She’s just as lovely as ever. And when I see her again…I don’t know what I’ll do. But I’ll tell her of my dream, and what it means to me…" He stood up, holding a claw to his back. He groaned in agony as his bones scraped against one another, causing a dreadful back-ache. "d**n…I’ll have to take care of that, also."
He stepped quietly over to what looked like a stone coffin. He used it as a table. At the moment, this was his little home. He wanted his little room in the factory, and was determined to get it back. He also wanted to get Amy back. And he was so hungry…there would be plenty of kritters in the factory for him to terrorise.
He picked up a small bottle off his ‘table’ and removed the lid, sniffing the contents. He tilted the bottle upside-down and caught a few drops of blue liquid that trickled out on his tongue. He then replaced the lid and coughed, wiping his tongue. This liquid helped him to recover whenever he went through one of his little ‘feel sick and throw up’ sessions. He had felt one coming on, and didn’t want to risk coping with a full one. Those little sessions had become so frequent that he now went through as many as five each day, and it was sheer Hell every time. And the liquid that helped him tasted exceptionally bitter, and he didn’t like it. If you’ve ever tasted Myrrh, it’s something like that. I actually liked that taste somewhat…but too much is enough to make you vomit anyway.
"And I wonder whatever became of that traitor of a bird…wretched Harpy. I always thought he would be faithful to me…I feel so betrayed." Tobias muttered to himself as he gathered up his various bottles and other oddities. They were all arranged on a large piece of skin (don’t ask) that served as a table-cloth, and as he bundled the skin up, it became a nice little bag with his collection of things already inside. It was very handy, that much was certain. "Tomorrow will be the day...I must approach my raven then. I wouldn’t want to…chicken out. Not that I would…After all, I am the great Tobias. I fear no-one. NO-ONE!!" As he yelled, the ground seemed to rumble. If anything, he was yelling to any spirits that might be lurking somewhere near. This little tomb of his was situated deep underneath a graveyard, but this did not bother him. In fact, he quite liked it. Nobody bothered him. He had the whole area to himself. This was where several of his ancestors had been buried, so he felt he belonged there…especially as he was never going to die.
***
By now, Amy had arrived up in K. Rool’s living area. She was staggering down the corridor, still not seeing anything in front of her, heading for the king’s room. She clutched onto the material of her nightdress as she neared Kevin Rool’s room. The pace of her breathing sped up, but she didn’t know why she was going there. Not that she was wondering, either. She was just going there, no questions about it. She couldn’t even remember who she was. Around her, two forces were pulling at her, trying to get her over to their side. One was dragging her back into her waking life with the ones she loved, and the other was dragging her and keeping her in her sleep-walking state. This latter force was Tobias’ force. Everything was dark and humid to her, making her feel sick.
At last, she reached the king’s room. Grinning for no reason, she reached out to open the door.
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head…
You’d really have thought she ought to be dead…
And who would ever suppose that that…was Grizabella…the glamour cat…
The door opened, and she stepped into the warm bedroom of her king. Normally, she would stand around admiring the things in this room, but since she wasn’t really herself, she didn’t. She just saw Kevin Rool sleeping in his bed. He was keeping to the one side of the bed – his side. He never used the other side, as this had been his wife’s side. He liked to go to sleep believing that she was still alive and with him.
Amy placed a claw on her hip and strode over to the bed, smiling sleepily. She had felt a sudden jolt when over by the door, and she had been ‘told’ to go over to where the king slept so peacefully. She stood by Crystal’s side of the bed and looked down at K. Rool. There was a slight smile on his face, and he groaned gently in his sleep, turning over to face away from her. He actually looked quite sweet.
Amy smiled again…as she began to remove her nightdress. She wasn’t paying it a thought. She was just doing this by instinct, almost. There was some kind of static in her brain, but something was controlling her to do this. She gently placed her nightdress on the floor, and then proceeded to remove her underwear as well. Something was really driving her as she did so. It was as though there was a battle going on in her head, and at one moment one side was winning, but then the other side had the lead, and so on. She was being ‘pushed’ from one side to the other, being told to do different things. She actually didn’t know WHAT to do…she was simply following her instincts. Her underwear joined the nightdress on the floor in a neat little pile, and then she turned back to the sleeping lizard in the bed.
She then lifted up the blankets and got in next to him. She faced away from him and closed her eyes. It was as though she was actually getting into proper sleep at last. Then maybe she would be able to wake up properly. She didn’t think of these things. She was resting.
She felt a large claw on her hip. K. Rool had turned around in his sleep, and was cuddling up to her. She was still somewhat confused, and she turned around to face him, putting her arms around his neck. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her body, sighing happily. "I love you, Crystal…" he whispered, kissing her face.
It was at that moment when Amy woke up. Maybe it had been the mention of the name ‘Crystal’, but whatever it was, it had helped her. Sort of.
She began to shiver as she realised that she was in her king’s arms…and oh God, where had her clothes gone? She was trying to hold it back, but she couldn’t. She screamed with shock, pulling away from K. Rool’s grasp. This noise woke him up, of course, and he was equally as shocked. "Oh God, what are you doing in my bed, Miss?!"
"I don’t know!" Amy yelled back, squirming around, trying to get out of the bed without making herself even more alarmed. It was hard to tell which one of the two was more surprised.
K. Rool had backed away from her, and as a result ended up on his back on the floor from falling out of the bed.
Amy grabbed her pile of clothes and held them in front of her, looking frantically for the door. As soon as she spotted it, she was off like a bolt of lightning. She didn’t even bother to close the door. She just darted out into the corridor, desperate to get away before anything else happened.
But before she had hardly gone anywhere, she crashed into something. This corridor was basically dark, and she wasn’t sure what she had crashed into. Whatever it was, she ploughed right into it and over it in her hurry to get away. What on earth had she been doing there? What would K. Rool do to her? What would Krusha say? Now she had even more things to be irritated about.
***
"Huh?" Krusha exclaimed as his door was flung open and then slammed shut again. Amy was standing with her back to the door, trying to hold it shut. Krusha got out of bed and walked up to her, not really sleepy. "You Okay?"
"No…I’m not…" Amy stammered. She looked exhausted, and she was only wearing her underwear. Her nightdress was tucked under her arm. She had been able to get her underwear on as she ran from K. Rool’s room, thankfully. She walked over towards Krusha’s bed and sat down on it. She looked very worried. "Krusha…can I stay here for the rest of the night, please? I…I need to…"
"Duh, sure." Krusha said, joining her over by the bed. He climbed in under the blankets and lifted his arm up, inviting her to join him. She did, and she felt more secure when he was there with her. He put his arm around her and switched into his ‘relax’ mode again. Amy looked up at him, and then over at the door.
"Krusha?"
"Uh huh?"
"Will you do me…a favor?"
"Anything for you, my darling." he said, now switching into ‘relax and be romantic’ mode.
"If anyone asks…especially King K. Rool…tell them that I’ve been with you all night. Please?"
"Of course. Duh, I won’t ask why, though. Goodnight." Krusha sighed, closing his eyes.
Amy sighed and snuggled up to him, feeling suddenly cold again. What on earth was happening to her? And if Tobias was doing this…what reason would he have to do THAT? Oh well…tomorrow was going to be another day. A day of sorrow and frustration.
TO BE CONTINUED…
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:33:04 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:33:04 GMT 10
Tobias II : Part 3
By Klumpy
The next morning, feeling dizzy and rather confused, Amy bumped into Klump in the kitchen. For once, he wasn’t carrying a cup of coffee, and so he didn’t get a boiling hot shower for a change. He was rather pleased about that, and was about to mention it when he noticed that Amy didn’t look well. On the contrary, she looked rather ill. She had only been able to open one of her eyes that morning, and she was leaning forward as she walked, causing her to stagger forward slightly more than she intended on each step.
"Er…hi. How are ya?"
"Tired…" she groaned, moving over to the table and sitting down in one of the chairs. She fell forward onto the table with a loud thump, but she paid no attention to her little injury. She closed her eye and sighed, trying to think of what she had done the night before. She was actually quite frightened – every time she tried to think too hard, she ended up with a pulsing headache and had to stop. This had happened before, but Tobias wasn’t even in the factory yet. She must be very sensitive to him, she guessed. He was affecting her without even being there.
Klump groaned and crossed his arms, looking over at the near-dead female slumped on the table. He grunted in an effort to say something to her. Finally, some words came out. "Would ya take King K. Rool’s tee upstairs for me? I mean, I’ve got some other things to do, and since you ain’t doin’ nothin’…Amy? Did you hear me?"
Amy had squealed at the mention of ‘King K. Rool’. She definitely remembered now…and she was NOT going to be taking his tea upstairs.
"No…I’m not going to…I’m busy. I have to…babysit…" she groaned, mumbling the first things that came to her.
Klump waddled over to where she was and looked closely at her. She was clearly not well at all. At the same time, she didn’t look well enough to babysit for anyone. "Who are ya babysittin’ for?"
Amy groaned in reply and turned her head to face away from Klump. By this, he could tell she wasn’t telling the truth. He didn’t like being lied to. If she didn’t want to, why not just say so? Oh well.
"Will ya just take the tee? Honestly, I gotta be busy-"
"I’m not taking it for you…just because you’re lazy and don’t have any grandchildren…"
Now Klump WAS confused. What had grandchildren got to do with this? She was probably just trying to confuse him by talking absolute nonsense…and she was suceeding. He heard her sigh deeply, as though she was completely fed up of life. She almost was.
Klump looked up when he heard clawsteps, and found that Krusha had just come into the kitchen. He was rubbing his eyes, and looking genuinely very tired. He yawned loudly – his mouth seemed big enough to swallow a dishwasher.
"Mornin’, Krusha!" Klump said, very glad at having someone else to talk to, "How are ya today? Need coffee? Tee? Anythin’?" It was clear from the way Klump had said it that he had said ‘tee’ and not ‘tea’. He often preferred to do that.
"Duh, I’m fine." Krusha said, smiling at the General. He grabbed onto a chair and dragged it over to where Amy was. He sat down on it and copied Amy’s slumped position. She didn’t even notice that he was there, breathing on her. She didn’t even hear him when he greeted her with ‘Duh, good morning!’. After waiting ten seconds for a reply, Krusha looked back over at Klump, who shrugged. Krusha nodded dimly and looked back at Amy, who had her face buried in her arms. She really looked a sorry sight. And the yelling which followed next didn’t help her feel better.
"Hi, Krusha!" came a voice from over by the door. Amy could recognize that voice by now, and she wasn’t going to acknowledge this particular lizard. And it wasn’t Tobias.
Krusha stood up, pushing against Amy slightly as he did so. " Hi!!" he replied, slightly louder than the first lizard who spoke.
There was a slight pause, and then "HI!!", to which Krusha replied "HII!!!"
Amy still didn’t look up. She hoped that if she didn’t look at them, they wouldn’t pay any attention to her. She wanted to be left alone. But she didn’t get that.
Somewhat admitting defeat, Khris Rool looked past Krusha to where Amy lay, slumped over the table. She was either ignoring them…or she was dead. Either way, she wasn’t going to join in the conversation, and none of the other lizards forced it on her. "What’s…the matter with her?" Khris asked, almost forgetting what he was going to say. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world to have a possibly dead lizard on the kitchen table.
"Oh, she’s just ill again." Klump said, as though he was exhausted of her acting like this, "No need to worry."
Amy still didn’t do anything, so Khris continued anyway. Amy wasn’t really listening…until she heard him mention the words ‘last night’. He was talking about what had happened, and she knew it. She jerked her head up and looked over at the three other lizards, involved in a conversation that she was certain involved her too. She pushed the chair away from her and darted over to the kitchen counter, grabbing onto King K. Rool’s cup of tee (I wanna call it ‘tee’, Okay?). She ran over to the door, and over to where the other lizards were. "I’m taking King K. Rool’s tee, so bye!" she snapped, and then she zoomed past them and out of the door.
The three lizards remained silent, staring at the door for about half a minute before resuming their conversation. Khris shook his head and leaned closer to the other two lizards, who seemed eager to know everything. "I’m not sure…but I think it was her. Although I didn’t think she’d actually be able to knock me over…but still…I can’t think of any other females in the factory…"
***
"K-king K. Rool, Sir?" Amy said timidly through his bedroom door, "I’ve got your tee here…can I come in?"
"Certainly." came the reply. Amy almost fainted. She could have sworn he sounded…happy. And after what had happened? He often wasn’t too cheery in the morning anyway…but this was weird. She took a deep breath and let herself into the room, quietly. She looked around the room, and found that her king was still in bed, reading a book. He looked up from his small paper-back book and smiled. She wasn’t sure if he was smiling at her or the tee that she still clutched tightly in her claws. She felt really nervous. "Come along then." he said, placing a red bookmark on his current page and placing the book onto his bedside table. He didn’t actually look as though he was about to rip Amy apart, so she approached him. He was still smiling that strange, slightly fixed smile.
Gingerly, she placed the cup and saucer on the bedside table, and then turned slowly to leave.
"Wait right there, Miss."
Amy went numb. NOW what? As if things couldn’t get any worse…she felt so stupid. She stood a few feet away from her king, rigid with tension. There had been a slight hissing in his voice this time. She was doomed…maybe he’d be kind and let her work down with the kritters or something. There was no way she’d want to be fired. She’d rather be dead than fired.
"Now…I must tell you that I don’t approve of you running around in the dark. You could cause an accident. Well…you DID…but just be thankful it was nothing serious."
Amy nearly died. Why didn’t he just mention what had really happened and get it over with? She almost wanted to yell at him, but she didn’t dare. She could only barely manage a whisper. "What do you mean, Sir?"
"I do believe you crashed into my son last night." K. Rool said, picking his tee up from the table and resting it on his stomach. His smile had gone by now, but he didn’t look angry. He just looked…harmless, but still…royal…or something. She knew he could be deadly when he needed to be, but he actually looked quite gentle. Maybe she had been lucky…maybe K. Rool didn’t remember anything about what she had done last night. Her heart thumped.
"I…did?" she said. She guessed that big thing in the corridor had been Khris. If she had known it was him, she wouldn’t have crashed straight into him. But she was thankful that the corridor had been dark enough for her to get away.
"He wasn’t hurt, you understand. Heck….it would take a bomb to injure him…but I don’t want you to be dashing about in the middle of the night. Why weren’t you in bed?" The king took a sip of his tee as he finished speaking.
"Oh…bad dream." Amy said, rooted to the spot. She was raving happy inside – she had gotten away with it, and she wanted to party. Despite that she wasn’t a party lizard, she still wanted to go to a disco right now to prove how relieved she was. But she didn’t even dare hop on the spot – K. Rool might question her.
As she spoke, K. Rool placed his tee back on the table and smiled at her again. This time, it was a very contented smile. At this sight, Amy couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was some kind of instinct. "I had the most wonderful dream…" he sighed at last. He looked over at the crystal collection on the mantelpiece, glistening in the morning sun which entered through a window. It sent shafts of rainbow colors around the room, making the whole place more relaxing and attractive than before. K. Rool seemed so proud of the collection. "I always feel so good when I dream about my wife…she’s still here, looking after us. She was the most wonderful female that ever walked on earth. I loved her so much." For a change, K. Rool wasn’t crying while speaking about her. Instead, he seemd to be getting happier and happier. Amy smiled, and then turned back to the door.
"And you know, Miss Croc…"
Amy turned around again, and K. Rool looked slightly curious about something. Amy dreaded that he was beginning to remember about the previous night. He sighed, and smiled again.
"Remember when you asked me a while ago…if you were like my wife?"
Amy nodded.
"Well…you are. You really are…and it’s quite…creepy. I just thought I’d say that…I think you were in my dream, too."
"Oh, how nice. Well, I must be going! Au revoir…" Amy snapped this at him and then was gone from the room like…something really fast. She didn’t want to risk him remembering what had happened. But things had gone much smoother than she had thought. Maybe this was actually going to be a good day.
***
"Hey, have ya seen toots?" came a voice from down on the floor. Klump, Krusha and Khris stopped talking immediately and looked down at their feet – Ziggy was standing in the middle of them, looking up nervously. "I jist dragged me suitcase in here, an’ I wanna see her before da plane goes." As they looked over to the door, they saw a medium-sized suitcase that Ziggy had dragged all the way upstairs from the lower factory area to the main level. It had taken him a fair while to do so, of course, and he looked quite tired.
"Her name is NOT ‘toots’…" Krusha growled, glaring down at Ziggy, "It’s ‘Amy’, Okay? I know it might be hard for you to say her real name…" Seeing Krusha’s angry expression, Khris decided to scowl down at the head, also. Ziggy wasn’t very welcome with anyone except Amy.
"Look, will youse jist tell me if you’ve seen ‘er?"
"Leave us alone, head." Khris said, grinning. He had never really met Ziggy properly before, but he felt like joining in with Klump and Krusha – there was just something about this head that made you feel irritated just by looking at him.
"Look, don’t YOU tell me what ta do!" Ziggy snapped at him. It was actually quite amusing to watch – Ziggy looked really pathetic and helpless as he yelled up at King K. Rool’s son. Khris kept smiling, trying hard not to burst into a fit of laughing.
"Just leave us alone, will you?" he replied, "You’re making me feel queasy."
"Oh, I’M makin’ YOU feel queasy?! Have you smelled yerself recently?!" Ziggy yelled back, getting a good deal of volume in his voice at last.
"Is that the best you can do?" Khris asked, determined not to let the head win. Klump and Krusha kept glancing at Khris, giving him support.
"Oh boy, if I had my arms right now…" Ziggy grumbled. He was about to make some form of physical attack on the spectators, but all the attention was drawn away from him as Amy entered the kitchen, singing in a happy way. It was quite a contrast from what she had been like earlier on. She finally looked alive.
"Duh, hi!" Krusha shouted over at her, grinning so much that it looked quite scary. Klump expected Amy to still be in a bad mood somewhat, and he slowly walked over to where the kettle sat on the kitchen surface, ready to make a cup of tee for her. Khris didn’t do anything, but he and Ziggy weren’t arguing any more.
"Hiya, toots." Ziggy said, softly.
As he spoke, Amy tripped over the suitcase by the door and tumbled forward, only just able to get her balance before ending up on the floor. She looked quite irritated as she glared back at the suitcase before setting eyes on Ziggy. As she looked at him, her happy mood suddenly melted away.
Klump saw this, and began to hop up and down on the spot, yelling at the kettle: "C’mon, c’mon! She’s comin’ closer!"
But she didn’t look angry now – she looked very upset. Something had clearly just dawned on her. "I forgot…" she whispered, placing a claw to her mouth. Ziggy looked up at her, and, suddenly feeling very guilty, turned away from her. She heard him sigh, and didn’t realise that she was only a step away from crying. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t want to cry them.
"Sorry, toots…" said Ziggy, nervously, "It’s…time fer me ta say ‘goodbye’…I’m so sorry."
"Yeah…me too." Amy said in reply, and Ziggy thought he could sense a bit of anger in her voice. She wiped her eyes and shook her head, weakly. "When are you going?"
"I’ve gots ta leave in a half-hour."
Amy snapped like a glass rod. "What?! That soon?! Why didn’t you TELL me?!"
"I ain’t seen youse dis mornin’, remember?"
Amy growled. She wanted an excuse to yell at him. He was abandoning her…how could he? "Fine. Just go."
A chill spread in the room as she spoke. The way she had said that…so harsh, so cruel. Even though she had been speaking to Ziggy of all people, the other three lizards in the room felt slightly sorry for him. The head was sobbing as he looked around at her, not getting any sympathy. "Toots, I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here-"
"Why not? You promised me, Lawrence Ziegfeld!"
She was really angry if she was using his proper name. He felt hurt and abused, and he was able to turn these feelings into his own anger as she glared down at him, stabbing him with the anger in her eyes. He wasn’t going to fight. He just wanted her to calm down.
"Toots…I wanna talk to ya outside. Like NOW."
"Fine!" Amy turned around and marched towards the door, tripping over Ziggy’s suitcase as she did so, ending up flat on the floor. She growled again, making herself angrier. The head hopped over to where she was.
"Toots, you Okay?"
"I was Okay…a few days ago…before you said you wanted to leave…before Tobias grabbed onto my brain again…I can feel him…he is very near…he’s frightening me…" Her voice turned into a whine as she felt a dreadful pain at the base of her neck, boring into her spine like a drill. She was crying with the dreadful pain, and at the same time she couldn’t feel the pain at all. But she knew it was there…and she knew that it wouldn’t go away anytime soon. She opened her tightly-closed eyes and saw a concerned Ziggy looking at her face through the tears. If she had turned around, she would have noticed that the other three lizards were watching her with worry.
"Toots…I gotta go. If youse don’t wanna say goodbye, den I’ll leave anyways."
"You…promised…" Amy gasped, trying to get up again, but failing. Pain ripped through her body, and she felt as though her veins were throbbing in her head, ready to burst and blow her brain to pieces. She whined with the pain as it began to pulse between her eyes.
"Toots…can youse step outside fer a minute? Please, can you-" Ziggy was cut short when Krusha advanced over to where Amy was. He bent down next to her, lifted her off the floor and rested her head on his knee. Her eyes were half-closed, and her pupils were dilated. The whites of her eyes looked slightly more gray than usual.
Angrily, Krusha glared down at the head. "Can’t you understand that she’s not well? If she doesn’t want to get up…she doesn’t…have to…" As he spoke, Krusha looked back at Amy, who had closed her eyes. She looked a really sorry sight.
"But…if I go…I…I gotta go an’ catch me plane. I don’t wanna jist leave her like dis…"
Amy stirred and struggled slightly, pressing a claw against Krusha’s stomach, trying to push herself away. "I’m…getting up. I won’t just let Ziggy leave…" Once again, she seemed to be speaking to herself. She pushed against Krusha as hard as she could, and she landed back on the floor. Krusha looked down at her as she tried to get up. Using her boyfriend as a balance, Amy slowly got to her feet again. She was still a bit unsteady.
"Er…I guess it’s out o’ da question if I asked youse if youse could carry me suitcase, huh?"
"I’LL take it!" Krusha yelled, dashing over to Ziggy’s suitcase and picking it up with one claw.
Ziggy was silent for a moment or two, and then he looked back at Amy. He smiled, weakly. "Are ya comin’?"
"Be patient, Lawrence." she snapped. She wasn’t even calling him by his nickname any more – this was serious.
Sullenly, Ziggy hopped out of the room, followed by Krusha and Amy. Khris and Klump watched them leave, and then were silent.
***
Once Krusha had gone back to his room, Amy and Ziggy had only the suitcase for company. It was a very depressing moment – every now and again Amy glanced at Ziggy, trying to tell herself not to cry. She wasn’t very successful in doing this, and she began to sob again. Filled with sadness, she leaned up against the wall and sat down, covering her face with her claws.
"Aw, toots…please don’t cry…"
The head, very concerned, hopped right up to his scaly friend and nudged against her with his nose. This was his way of tapping her on the shoulder. Her eyes sore from the crying, she looked up from her claws, then down at him, and her crying got worse.
"Toots…please…"
Without warning, Amy grabbed the head and lifted him into her lap. She hugged him tightly and continued to cry. "I’m going to miss you so much…"
"Right back at ’cha, babe. But I’ll be fine, dere’s no need ta worry."
"Yes there is." she sniffed, "I might never see you again…I want to see you again, I really do."
"Toots…I promise dat, no matter what, I’ll come back someday. I dunno when, but-"
Amy closed her eyes as tight as she could to get the tears out of her eyes. The thought of him coming back made her feel slightly better. Ever so slightly.
"I jist hope I can find me body…den I’ll be able ta give youse a hug!" the head said, grinning.
Amy smiled and stood up, still keeping a tight hold on Ziggy. She looked down at him, still smiling. "Just remember…" she said, softly, "~’Amigos para siempre’ means you’ll always be my friend…~"
"Okay, I’ll always remember…" Ziggy sniffled, quite amazed that she had been able to sing while feeling so unhappy, "I’ll miss ya, though."
Amy placed Ziggy on the ground, quite shocked that he had pronounced a ‘th’ properly. He looked very upset, and his voice wasn’t leaping all over the place as it usually did. It was a Ziggy that she had never seen before.
"How are you getting to the airport?" she asked, watching as Ziggy grabbed onto the handle of the suitcase with his teeth. It didn’t look as though he would be going anywhere fast.
"I’m jist gonna drag dis suitcase to da airport-"
"Oh no you’re not!" Amy yelled, scolding him, "You’ll never get there in time! Let me…oh, I know. You need some help there…" Amy took a deep breath, and then called out at the top of her voice "GROOVY!! A little help is needed!"
Ziggy was shocked enough at her loud voice, but when a strange-looking creature appeared on the scene, he felt even more confused. This weird creature looked like a turtle without its shell or something, or some kind of frog or amphibian. It had blood-red eyes, but it looked quite sweet at the same time. Ziggy didn’t have much of a clue as to what it was.
"Ah, good boy, Groovy. My favorite human in the whole world is in need of some help. Can you carry his suitcase to the airport? And…could you maybe carry HIM to the airport as well?"
"Machop!" replied Groovy, and he picked up the suitcase in one hand and Ziggy in the other. Ziggy was very flattered that Amy had called him her favorite human in the whole world, and forgot for a moment that he was about to leave her behind, probably for a very long time.
"Toots!" he yelled as Groovy began to march away, "I’m gonna miss ya so much! Good luck wit’ dat big blue guy, and t’anks for everything!"
"Bye, Ziggy!" Amy yelled, waving. She was trying to look cheerful, but it was very hard to do. She had to bear in mind that this was what Ziggy wanted, so she should be happy for him.
Ziggy was feeling a mixture of emotions – more emotions than you would expect of a severed human head, anyway. The ride in Groovy’s grasp was quite relaxing, and it wasn’t uncomfortable, but for now he couldn’t enjoy it. He swiveled himself around in Groovy’s grip and looked back at Amy longingly. She was making no attempt to follow after him, despite how much she wanted to. Somehow, Groovy was holding Ziggy by the base of his skull. He couldn’t carry Ziggy by his hair…Ziggy was bald. "Bye, toots! Look after yerself! Be careful! Don’t get hurt!"
"Of course, Ziggy! I’ll be Okay! You take care now! New York’s a dangerous place, you know!"
"O’ course I know dat, toots! Ya sound like me mot’er! If I gets da chance, I’ll send youse a postcard!"
By now, Ziggy was nearly out of the factory and into the desert, and he looked like a blur to Amy – she was short-sighted, which is why. Thankfully for him, she couldn’t see how much he was crying, although some of his sadness was visible in his voice.
"I love ya, toots!"
"Love you, too! Come back someday! God bless you!"
She heard Ziggy sniff loudly, and then he was gone. Out of sight – Groovy had marched off to the right, out of the entrance and into the desert. Lawrence Ziegfeld was gone. Pretty soon he would be back in New York, seeing how everything had changed…trying to find out about the people he used to know…trying to find where he belonged.
Amy knew where he belonged, and so did he, really.
He belonged back in the factory with Amy, annoying the other lizards at every opportunity, getting in the way and making everyone trip over him.
Now that Ziggy had been escorted away, an eerie silence filled the main factory hall. There was nobody there…no-one except Amy and the darkness. She felt as though the whole world was becoming a starless night, turning plants and animals and houses…turning everything into a shadow. An unknown something ready to spring out and grab you by surprise…ready…and waiting…to kill you.
"Is he gone?" Krusha asked, walking up to where Amy was. She hadn’t realised whether or not he had been watching her for long, and she didn’t look up at him. Everything had finally hit her. Ziggy, one of the best friends she had ever had, was gone. He was going back to live his old life. He would probably like it so much that he would never want to come back. How did she know he would keep his promise? He promised to stay with her forever, and he lied. Was he lying this time? She hoped he wasn’t, for everyone else’s sake, as well as her own. She felt like she was about to go mad.
"He’s gone…" she whispered, putting a claw to her mouth.
Krusha had forgotten that Amy actually liked Ziggy, and felt slightly bad about bringing the matter up. "Duh…don’t worry. He’ll be Okay."
"I need to go to bed." Amy groaned, ignoring Krusha’s attempt to comfort her. Krusha nodded – he understood. Ever since Tobias had first appeared, she had been wanting to spend more and more time on her own. Klump explained to Krusha that this was ‘how women are’. Krusha just took Klump’s word for it.
Amy walked stiffly in the direction of their elevator, hugging herself. She felt a sudden chill in the room. Was there something else with her? Something cold and mysterious following her? She prayed that it was only her imagination. As if things could get any worse.
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:33:26 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:33:26 GMT 10
Amy gently closed the door and leaned up against it, as though she was trying to keep her fond memories out of her room and out of her life. How in Heck had she been able to appear so cheerful as Ziggy left her, possibly for good? She wanted what he wanted, whether she intended to or not. Who ever would have imagined that one could get so attached to a human head? It had broken her to pieces to say goodbye. Oh, all the good times they had spent together…Krusha had always hated him, and Ziggy knew this, so he would enjoy annoying Krusha as much as he could. Amy was the only one who never felt annoyed or angry at Ziggy. Except when he mentioned leaving. She felt so deserted and so alone. As if she was standing in the middle of a desert in the moonlight, looking for any signs of life but finding none. She felt so unwanted.
She then realised that her thoughts of Ziggy had come back to her, and were tugging at her heart-strings, making her want to cry. And she did.
Sobbing, she sank to the floor into a sitting position. She embraced her knees and wiped her snout on her skirt, causing the silky material to become damp. She would have to give it a thoughrough washing later on before the mucus made the material go crusty and horrible.
She wiped her eyes with her scaly arm and tried to calm down, but she couldn’t. Would she ever see Ziggy again? What made the matter worse was that nobody else was going to miss him, so she was sure to end up missing him on her own with no-one to share in her sorrow. Now that Ziggy was gone, she had a chance to let all her sadness out. And she definitely did.
"I…m-m-must calm d-down. I’m…n-not a kid any m-more…" Her last word trailed off into a high-pitched miserable whine. The more she tried to comfort herself, the worse she got.
Still sobbing and wailing at the loss of her friend, the female lizard attempted to stand up. That attempt was a total flop, so she ended up crawling over towards her bed. She felt cold and exhausted, and she couldn’t keep going. She felt like something was holding onto her and pulling her back towards the door. And a pain struck her – a sharp headache right above her eyes. She had clearly been crying too much, and she just needed to lie down.
Scratch scratch scratch…
"H-huh?" Amy gasped, once again failing in her mission to get up onto the bed. That was a strange noise. If Amy had been expecting any sound at the moment, it would have been Tobias’ voice addressing her as ‘raven’. She knew that Tobias was going to come back to the factory, but this sound was not a sound Tobias would make. He would sooner break the door down and come in holding his velociraptor blade towards her. It was like a rat scratching away in an attic, but it was coming from outside the door.
Scratch scratch scratch…
She heard it again. This time, the soft sound was followed by what sounded like a miserable whine, rather like the one that Amy had just emitted. It sounded as though something was pressing gently up against the door, and then it came again:
Scratch scratch scratch…
It was like something out of a horror movie. A murderer waiting to rip her intestines out? A monster with long, curved fangs, waiting to tear her head off? Or just some silly little rat playing a joke on her?
Amy’s chest heaved, and she changed her mission. She wanted to reach the door. This time when she attempted to stand up, it was more than an attempt – she was able to. As soon as she was on her feet, she tumbled backwards and landed roughly on the bed, slamming her shoulders up against the wall. She winced from the brief moment of pain, and then stood up off the bed, trying to keep her balance as constant as she could.
Scratch scratch scratch…
"I’m coming…hold on…" she groaned. She felt really sluggish and tired right now – this exact feeling hadn’t been part of her in a long while. But she knew it well, and she despised it. All her joints felt stiff, and the throbbing in her head and seemed to spread further into her skull, moving down to her brain. She placed a claw to her head, feeling sick as the room seemed to move around her.
She reached out with her other hand and slowly opened the door. She closed her eyes as the pain shot through her like a migraine from Hell. She blinked, and the whole action of closing her eyes and then reopening them quickly seemed to take up the rest of her energy. She slumped sideways against the doorway, still holding her head. There didn’t seem to be anyone at the door until she looked…down…
Looking up at her from an innocent sitting position sat a shaggy-haired black dog. Its coat of fur wasn’t necessarily thick, but in certain places on its body there was hair hanging down loosely (at its ‘elbows’, along its stomach and at the backs of its hind legs, mainly), although it didn’t seem like just any old mongrel. It was similar in some ways to a Saluki, Amy thought. It just looked like a larger version. A ‘kremling’ size, as most dogs seemed tiny to kremlings. But it wasn’t a strangely large Saluki, if indeed it was one. It stood about 28 inches tall, maybe. The size of a usual large Saluki. It looked up at her, saddened, with beautiful deep blue eyes, and Amy was certain that she had seen those eyes before. She had. And she suddenly realised where. She should have guessed…
The dog yawned loudly and stood up, wagging its tail, keeping its eyes completely focused on her. To be fair, it was a really wonderful dog. So sleek and beautiful, despite its slightly shaggy hair, and those eyes would capture anyone’s heart.
Amy sighed sadly as she looked down at the dog, which was clearly doing its best to ‘impress’ her. Or rather, not to appear like some dirty old dog that had just climbed out of a trash-can. She was only a few steps away from baring her teeth. "Hello, Tobias." she said, growling gently.
The dog thingyed its head to one side and its tail stopped wagging. It looked at her, narrowing its eyes slightly.
Amy, suddenly getting most of her senses and balance back, crossed her arms defiantely. "I know it’s you, Tobias. I can feel your emptiness in this poor canine’s form. All dogs have a soul, and all dogs go to Heaven. I can tell that this dog standing before me has nothing truly canine about it."
She grinned inside herself at saying something so dramatic. She could sound very dramatic when she felt like it. She hoped that her dramatic little speech had been caught on the security camera that lurked in the corridor.
Sighing, the dog gently bowed its head slightly, but it continued to stare up at her. It was as though the blue eyes were completely fixed on her face. She quite liked that feeling. The canine whined and slowly began to edge forward. He clearly wanted to go into her room.
"Tobias, don’t deny yourself. I know it’s you. I can feel you."
The dog growled gently, still trying to get past her, but Amy wouldn’t allow it. She glared down at the dog, growling herself so as to show that she was going to put up a fight.
"Tobias, don’t bother trying." she hissed.
The dog stopped growling, and turned to look up and down the corridor. Amy knew that he was checking to see if Krusha or Klump were anywhere nearby. Satisfied, the dog looked up at Amy, its eyes glittering. "Let me in and I’ll explain." he whispered, in a more gruff voice than Amy had expected. He certainly sounded like a dog, but since normal dogs wouldn’t talk at all, she knew it was Tobias. It may seem obvious, but Amy had begun to feel slightly stupid talking to a dog in the most dramatic way she could manage.
Staring down at her visitor, Amy stepped backwards into her room, allowing the dog to follow her in. Once both of them were in the room, Amy closed the door and locked it. She didn’t want anyone to barge in right now. One of the main reasons for the very efficient lock was Krusher – Krusha was nervous about his cousin getting out of prison again and coming after Amy. It was strange, but Krusher’s anger seemed to be very much directed at Krusha’s friends rather than Krusha himself. But…hang on, this isn’t a Krusher fanfic…it’s a Tobias fanfic…sorry.
Amy refused to sit down on the bed. She remained standing, looking down at Tobias with a slight anger in her glare. Tobias realised how she felt, and whined.
"Come on, then…show yourself."
The dog jerked his head up to look at her. His watery eyes were burning with a blue fire as he looked into her face. He blinked, and then whined again. "You hate me…" he said in his hoarse voice, "Why you don’t just tell me to leave?"
"I don’t know any black dog like you." Amy said, still glaring, "I DO know, however, a kremling called Tobias. If he was here, I might like to speak with him. Since he isn’t…"
"Raven…" Tobias growled, "You have no idea how dangerous this is for me…I don’t want the Rools to know that I’m here."
Amy, feeling rather confident, crossed her arms and turned away from him. "Goodbye, Mr Dog. Tell me if you find my fr- er…I mean, tell me if you find Tobias."
"Okay, Okay…" he growled. On hearing this, Amy turned around again. She was grinning with what could have been a kind of triumph. It was clear to him that she wouldn’t co-operate with him unless he co-operated with her first. Amy was slightly surprised that Tobias hadn’t put up more of a fight. After all, this is TOBIAS we’re talking about. Maybe he was feeling tired or weak. Mind you, he looked in perfect health. For a dog.
Tobias got down into a sitting position, and his gaze left Amy. He now seemed to be looking through her, far away, like how a cat looks when it’s sitting on its litter-box in the corner of the kitchen, trying to ignore everyone else in the room. Tobias groaned slightly as his eyes moved closer together and his long ears were ‘sucked up’ into his head. Some yellow fur appeared along the back of his neck, and he showed some other signs of changing color. His paws became claws, and all the fur along his tail vanished as red and yellow stripes began to form along it. Amy didn’t know how, but his yin-yang pendant suddenly appeared around his neck. She didn’t even want to ask.
By now, Tobias the kremling was crouched down on the floor in front of her. The spikes on his head were all in place, the red and yellow markings had appeared all over his body, but his eye pupils remained the same, as well as the irises surrounding them. The beautiful blue irises like two blue fires. It looked as though someone had set up camp inside his head.
Amy looked down at him, somewhat in admiration, and somewhat in hate. She remembered Tobias and all the things he had done. After all, who could forget? Amy had been right in the middle of everything, too. Now, everything seemed to be happening at once. Tobias was back…this, on top of Ziggy’s departure and the incident with King K. Rool, did not help in the least bit.
"What are you doing here?" she growled, making sure to speak before Tobias had the opportunity to.
"Is there anyone else in this room?" Tobias asked, cautiously, looking as though he wanted to stand up.
"Of course not." Amy said, adding a slightly more angry tone to her voice. What Tobias had said had brought her thoughts back to Ziggy. He would always be in the corner of her room or under the bed…goodness, the number of times Krusha had freaked out when Ziggy hopped out from under the bed while they were kissing…the look on Ziggy’s face would always be absolutely comical. Krusha always seemed to throw a fit (which was usually followed by him throwing Ziggy out of the door), and then Amy would be the only one in the room who wasn’t grossed-out or angry.
Glancing at Tobias right now, it was possible to describe him in three small words: ‘bag-of-nerves’. He was looking around the room like a hunted animal, seeing if the predator had passed by without noticing him. "Did you see me on TV, my raven?" he asked, almost casually, looking in the opposite direction, either checking for foes or being fascinated by the pile of clothes over by the door.
"Yes, I did." Amy snapped, hoping that he would eventually turn around to actually look at the someone he was talking to, "I saw you on TV. I saw you with MY Pokémon. Why did you steal him?"
Tobias suddenly whipped around to face her, his beautiful eyes boring into her. He didn’t look angry or offended, however. He looked sad, like a small child. It was strange how such a lizard could have an air of child-like innocence and worry about him, but he did. He blinked, small drops of salt-water gathering in the corners of his eyes. "I’m so sorry, Raven. I have brought him back to you…" He reached behind his back and revealed a shiny Pokéball. He had obviously polished it not too long ago. He held it out towards her, gingerly, waiting for her to say something.
"You…you polished it…" she said, softly, taking the red and white sphere from his bony grip, "You didn’t have to…"
"Ah, but I did. I was forced to stay in the league longer than I expected. I needed to stay just until you saw me on the screen, so maybe you could see that I had turned over a new leaf…that I want to change…"
Amy glanced up at him. Change? What was he talking about?
"You’ve turned over a new leaf?" she repeated, rubbing the Pokéball absent-mindedly with the tips of her claws, "Why would you do that?"
Tobias smiled slightly. At least she hadn’t begun to yell "You’ll NEVER turn over a new leaf, you bony monster!" or anything like that. Things were going better than he had hoped. His original plan was to remain as a dog and find out what had been going on recently, but that plan was ruined. This was the next best thing.
"Dreams mean a lot to you, don’t they, raven?"
"…yes…" Amy said, trying to work out what he was getting at.
"Well," Tobias continued, thankful that she had given him the answer he had hoped for, "I had a dream quite some time ago. A wonderful dream…it encouraged me to change my ways."
"What was your dream about?" Amy asked, since she had memorised all the dream dictionaries there could possibly be, "What did it mean to you? Tell me in detail…maybe I should call Krusha in here…" That last statement was, of course, to get Tobias moving.
"No!" Tobias snapped, suddenly grabbing onto her arm and squeezing it, "I’ll talk! Please…let me tell you…"
Amy pulled away from his vice-like grip and held onto her arm with her other claw, rubbing it gently. When he had touched her, it had felt like some kind of leech was sucking on her arm. She looked as though he had just burned her skin. "Tell me, then."
"Alright…" he said, for some reason sounding slightly reluctant to continue, "Well…it was like this."
Amy leaned slightly closer, still rubbing her arm. He looked fragile and delicate. And when he spoke, he adopted the same tone that he had used when he had told her about his past and how much he hated his family. This was his very serious tone.
"I was in some kind of field, I suppose. There were flowers, birds, insects buzzing around…the sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky…"
"I take it you weren’t in a field in Wales, then."
"Heh. It was pleasantly warm…and there was no rain, so I guess your assumption is true. I was just walking along…the grass was so green…and I came to a river. I hadn’t seen the river before…it just seemed to pop out of the grass. And I looked forward, and I saw…I saw…" As Tobias worked towards his next words, he seemed to swell with happiness. He looked ready to burst at any moment as his eyes began to water. "I saw…couples. Couples…lots of them…kremlings, apes, humans…" He turned back to Amy, who was looking at him in fascination. He smiled. "I even saw a few others, including a lizard-and-human one. But everyone looked so happy…so much in love…and I didn’t feel sick or angry. The couples…some of them were just sitting together, some were hugging or kissing one another…and they were all right by the side of the river. I do believe I saw you there, my raven, next to that…that…big blue object." A look of anger crossed his face as he said this, but Amy didn’t lash out at him for insulting Krusha. He was so interesting to listen to right now. "And…right at the end of the river…there was another couple. They looked just as happy as the rest…and…and I…I was…I was part of the couple…"
Amy stared at him. She was so shocked that she let go of her arm and clasped her claws together. She began to hop up and down on the bed. "Tell me more!"
"Will do. I was sitting by the river…with a female lizard sitting on my lap. She had her arms around my neck, and she was licking me…I was so surprised that I nearly woke myself up right at that moment. The first thing that struck me about her appearance was that…was that…she reminded me of you. And in that same way, she reminded me of…Crystal…" Although it seemed unlikely, Amy could have sworn Tobias was blinking back a few tears as he said this. The dream had definitely had an effect on him. Whether it was for the best, Amy had no idea. "She was…exactly…she had your exact body…but she wasn’t the same colors as you. She was blue…and her…the spikes on her head were yellow…but she was so beautiful…as I looked at myself and this female, I told myself that I could do it. I could get love…and I shall be loved…but it can’t possibly happen while I remain this way. I have to change my ways, so that I have a chance…a chance to get love…to find that female and love her."
"Me…blue scales and yellow spikes…" Amy was muttering to herself. Somehow, this female…she knew who this female was, but it seemed strange. It couldn’t possibly…but it had to be. She felt a sudden chill pass over her.
"My raven, I wish to change…I know this is a bit sudden, but I need your help. Please, my raven…" Tobias got down on one knee as though to propose something very important to her, and she felt a bit nervous. If something was THIS important to him, would she be able to help him? "Raven, please help me. I must change my ways…Crystal knows that I come here in peace, or she would have ‘put me through Hell’ by now. So please…will you help me?"
"Tobias, I don’t know-"
"Call me ‘Toby’, please. I really want your help. What am I saying? I NEED your help."
Now THIS was something. He had just invited her to call him ‘Toby’. It all seemed like a crazy dream. No way would Tobias ever say that…but he had. "What help can I offer you?"
"Teach me, my raven, how to be good. It’s driving me crazy…I really want to KILL something, but if I do…" He blinked and bowed his head in shame. "I don’t want to be tempted to get even worse than I already am. If you can change me, I would be eternally grateful. Somewhere out there, a female lizard is waiting for me…and I will be there for her. If you can please take me on as your student…"
"Whoa…this is a responsibility alright. But what sorts of things can I help you with? Should I teach you to eat fruit instead of…er…kritters?"
Tobias leapt to his feet and began to shake her claw, energetically. "Yes yes yes! That’s the stuff!"
Amy stood up, still with Tobias leaping up and down, shaking her arm with such a force that she thought it might break off. "And maybe I could get you some nicer clothes."
"Yes!"
"And teach you to be kind…maybe to be of help to the cummunity."
"Yes! And I want to serve King K. Rool!"
"And- …WHAT?! Toby, that’s insane!" Amy yelled as soon as what he had said had sunk into her, "After what you said and did to him?!"
Tobias still looked enthusiastic. If it was possible, he seemed to be more excited than he had been seconds before. "He’ll want me, my raven! The things I could do for him! I could kill Donkey Kong, get the Crystal Coconut and get back to the factory in less than a minute!"
"I don’t know, Toby…" Amy said, pulling her claw away from Tobias’ grip, "After everything you did…"
"He’ll have to accept me back, then, my raven! If I can prove myself to him…that I mean no harm…"
Slowly, his enthusiasm seemed to melt away. Suddenly, it all seemed impossible to him. He sighed and looked down at the floor. It was as though he had lost his voice-box.
"Tobias…" Amy said, putting a claw on his shoulder. After all the effort it had taken to pull away from him, she suddenly needed to touch him. Oh well. "Stay here with me. If you’re determined-"
"Raven, I won’t hurt you. Remember that."
"I know that." Amy lied, "Don’t worry, I won’t let any of the others know you’re here. You can be our little secret, Okay?"
Tobias sniffed in reply.
"Good. We can start tomorrow. ‘Tobias training’, I think. You’ll be a brand-new lizard by the time I’ve finished with you."
Tobias, without any warning, suddenly pulled her into a hug. She tensed herself up, but soon relaxed as she realised that he wasn’t trying to hurt her. She felt his cold, bony grip, and he rested his head on her shoulder. He sighed again, with a slightly happier feeling this time, and said "I hope so, my raven. I really, really hope so…"
TO BE CONTINUED…
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:33:57 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:33:57 GMT 10
Tobias II : Part 4
By Klumpy
"You know…it’s funny…but I don’t feel scared of you." Amy said gently, running her claws along Tobias’ soft head, "I don’t know why, though."
The sleek saluki smiled slightly and tilted his head to let her scratch his chin. "I don’t know why I feel so happy." he said, in-between little groans and whines, "But I really feel…so…oooh…there is real hope for me."
"Of course there is." Amy said, yawning and resting the side of her head against her pillow. It was nearly half-past ten at night, and Amy had got into bed. Tobias had hopped up onto the bed, and was stretched out on top of the bed sheets. Amy had spent the majority of the day with Tobias in her room, as she hadn’t left her room at all since she went in after Ziggy left. She and Tobias had discussed plenty of things, mainly about how Amy would aid Tobias in his turning-over-a-new-leaf procedure. "I’ve been feeling really strange recently, Toby." she whispered, closing her eyes, "The other night, I found myself…I woke up in King K. Rool’s bedroom."
Tobias raised his head and crossed his paws. "Really?"
"Yes…and I’ve been feeling really…romantic as well…all gooey."
Tobias closed his eyes and stretched himself out again. "Not a problem, is it?"
How in the world could waking up next to your King be considered ‘not a problem’?
"Well…yes, it is. I just want you to know that if I do anything…er…gooey with you, I don’t mean it. I didn’t remember going up to K. Rool’s room. I don’t know if I’ve been sleepwalking or something…"
Tobias turned over onto his side and exhaled, slowly. "It’s possible. Most things are possible." He yawned and shook his head – something was making his ears itch. He now remembered why he hated being a dog. "My change of character will also be possible, of course. I mean, I’m counting on you to…Amy?" He looked over at her, but she had fallen asleep. He wondered whether or not he should wake her up again, but he decided not to. He needed to let her get some sleep. After all, she was going to have her claws full with aiding him in his change of character. Besides, he was hungry anyway. It felt like years since he had last eaten. "I’ll be right back." he whispered, even though he knew she was asleep. He jumped down off the bed, and made his way over to the door, and into the hallway.
***
The snoring coming from Klump and Krusha’s bedrooms was almost unbearable. As a dog, Tobias’ hearing was extra sensitive, and he felt as though his head was going to explode. How could Amy sleep through that racket? He had half a mind to go into both rooms and shut them up personally…but no, he had to begin his change of heart right now. Instantly. Tonight. He was going to be a changed lizard. He was not going to be his old, aggressive, murderous self. He was going to lose his taste for-
"…is it just me, or is there a kritter nearby?" he growled. He raised his head and sniffed uncertainly. Yes, there was definitely a kritter somewhere nearby. Somewhere. In the same building, at least.
He was about to ascend the stairway to the main factory hall, when he realised something painfully obvious. "Oh yeah. I can teleport." And so he did. Right to the level above, when the kritter smell was stronger. The fur on his back arched angrily as he stalked towards the kitchen.
***
"There are days when those gray skies…make you blue…each forward step you take, you fall back by two…hmm hmmm…" sang the kritter, idly. He set the large box down on the table in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief. That was a very heavy box. What exactly was in it, he had no idea. Sighing with his tiredness, he pulled up a chair and sat down by the table. Just a short little rest to catch his breath, and then he could head for home again. Leaning his head down on the table surface, he realised that the box was labelled ‘work-out weights – gym’. Why on earth had he been told to carry them down to the kitchen? He was not about to carry them to the gym now. His friend had told him that it contained food for the General, and since it was so heavy he hadn’t questioned it. "I am so gonna kill Joel when I get back- or rather, I can kill him tomorrow. As soon as I’ve got my strength back."
Unknown to him, an elegant male Saluki with black fur looked silently through the door at him. A smile crossed its face, and it lowered its head. This was going to be easy enough.
The kritter sighed again and stood up, stifling a yawn. It was far too late to be carrying heavy boxes around. "Mikazuki no shaare ni…hoshi no piasu hazunutse…" he sang quietly to himself, making his way over to the door. In his state of exhaustion, he didn’t notice at first that there was a lizard blocking the doorway in front of him – a tall, bony lizard with black scales and blue eyes. This lizard was looking intently at the kritter, who still failed to notice the obstruction in the doorway. "Dou shiyou, mune ga…mune ga ippai…"
"Nice nonsense you’re talking there, man." said a cold, emotionless voice.
The kritter came to a slow halt inches from Tobias. "It’s Japanese." he muttered, not realising the danger he was actually in. His brain was still not working entirely accurately.
"You know…you look very tired. Why don’t you…lie down?" asked Tobias, grinning down at the semi-conscious kritter. He extended an arm towards the table where the large box sat. "Why don’t you lay yourself down over there? It looks comfortable…nice and quiet around here…nobody to bother you…" And nobody to save you, either.
The kritter looked over at the table and smiled, sleepily. "Yeah, I could go for a nap right about now. I’m so…tired…" He allowed Tobias to put an arm around his shoulders and lead him over to the table, slowly, gently, and not at all in a menacing way. He was so incredibly tired, so much so that he felt he was inches away from some kind of coma.
Sooner than he expected, the kritter reached the table, and he eagerly climbed up onto the surface to settle down for a sleep. He sighed, contentedly. It wasn’t the nicest thing he had ever slept on, but it was still a place to sleep. Tobias placed a claw on the kritter’s skull and gently massaged the scales, tension building in his muscles. He was getting hungrier and hungrier. But something wasn’t right. The kritter was now in a deep sleep, but Tobias wasn’t happy with this.
"Oh nuts, that happened too slowly…d**n d**n d**n…if it doesn’t happen quickly, it’s no good."
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence of the factory, nearly causing a heart attack for Tobias.
"Hey man, where are ya? You’d better not be asleep on the job, you know the General needs his food- what the Hell?" What met the kritter’s eyes was his colleague sleeping on his back on a table with a mysterious-looking kremling overlooking him. The kritter panicked. "Oh my God, you’re the-"
"DIE!!" Tobias screeched, making a ‘throwing’ action in the kritter’s direction. The kritter screamed loudly as a white-hot pain ran through his whole body. His stomach exploded.
Tobias drew himself away from the mess at first, wondering why he had been so nervous. No, he was Tobias…he never gets nervous. That’s it. He was just…hungry. Yeah, that was it. Still uncertain, he crept over to the mess he had just made – a kritter of average size and appearance now lay slumped forward on the floor, its stomach burst open and splattered on the floor. He looked down carefully at it, silently, waiting to see if it would move. No, this kritter was definitely dead. He glanced back over at the other kritter on the table, and then at his victim, whose stomach contents had just redecorated the kitchen floor. It was, for some reason, disturbing to the dark lizard. He held a claw to his head and groaned. He had a dreadful headache coming on.
Of course…I just killed someone…
He remembered now.
Boy…you’re off to one Hell of a start, Tobias…
But he was so hungry…maybe if he spared the life of the other kritter, the death wouldn’t haunt him. That was all he could think of. He was desperate and rather frightened. He tiptoed back over to the first kritter and looked down at its face. He snapped his fingers, and the kritter instantly sat up. He seemed to have all his energy back after that short period of dreamless sleep. His eyes were wide and, to some extent, rather creepy.
"Boy, that was a good nap. Just what I needed. I can carry this box down to the gym now." He looked up at Tobias, curiously. "Why are you still here? Aren’t you supposed to be doing something? Being lazy is a dreadful sin, and I-"
Oh d**n… thought Tobias, He’s acting as though I just force-fed him three gallons of coffee…and a bar of chocolate.
"No, I haven’t got anything to do. You just run along now and do whatever it is you want to do." he said, as soon as he could get a word in edgeways.
The kritter hopped off the table and onto his feet, looking ready to run halfway around the world. Amazingly, it took him about five minutes of jabbering on about how he was ‘as strong as a Machamp and as fast as a Rapidash’ before he saw the gory corpse of his friend Joel on the floor, staining the tiles. "Oh dear, he’s being lazy again. You know, I think that being lazy is-" The kritter winced, and fell forward onto the floor next to Joel, twitching slightly. Then the twitching stopped.
Tobias glared down at the body. "If there’s one thing I hate about sending someone to sleep, it’s the after-effects. Little blabbermouth. Now, what should I do with you two?" He paced in a circle around the bodies, pondering. The stab wound in the first kritter’s back was oozing slightly, and the other kritter was nothing but ooze. What a mess they were making. Tobias knew that Amy would be the one to clean it up. And if she found out that he was killing kritters, she would not be too happy. "Hmm…I think I’ll eat you…" he said to himself, looking at the kritter with the exploded stomach, "And then I might have YOU for afters…I think I’d better get you two outta here. Can’t have that obese, old, stinking windbag finding out about you…" Those were as many words he could think of to describe King K. Rool accurately. He snapped his fingers, and the two bodies vanished. He took one last look around before teleporting himself to where the bodies now were – his old factory bedroom.
***
What a change. He had felt so certain about success before this happened. So certain that he could turn over a new leaf…certain that he could do whatever it took to become who that female lizard wanted him to be. That female…familiar, yet so distant from him. He definitely felt as though he knew her from somewhere.
"So much hope." he sighed, "So much gone to waste…just for a meal. How could I? I’ve got to start eating like normal…lizards…" He reached forward and ripped off a large piece of flesh from Joel’s upper arm with his teeth. The body wasn’t even cold yet. But there was something about kritters. Something tasty…and very tempting. He couldn’t resist the temptation, even with the prospect of being loved in his mind. Blood trickled gently out of the sides of his mouth as he swallowed the muscle, thoughtfully. He felt so hungry. He even thought he heard a faint splooshing sound as the flesh landed in his stomach. So hungry…
"I must stop doing this. Remind myself. I’m not the Tobias I used to be." He looked around at the dark room, breathing deeply. "But there are so many d**ned memories about this room. Everything I did…and I can’t…I…oh my God…I…" He put a claw to his throat and coughed, loudly, as though he was choking. He dug his claws into his skin, clenching his teeth, trying to shut out the pain. "Oh my God, it’s happening again…oh God, God…aa…" He stopped gasping and held his breath. The pain seemed to be subsiding. "…oh, thankyou…I can…yes, I can stop my ways. I can stop what I’m doing. I can…no, I d**n well can’t. I’ve been this way for too long, I’ve ruined myself, I’m a wreck, I’m a psychopath, I’m a bloody psychopath!"
He clenched his fists, angrily. He was so…so stupid to do this. Why couldn’t he just start eating something more…natural? Like toast or eggs or…or anything. "Still, I’ve done it now. There’s no point in wasting it." he sighed. He tenderly used his teeth to pull off a ripped sheet of scaly skin from Joel’s arm. He swallowed it, thoughtfully, his mind full of questions. Right now, he was mainly concerned with how on earth he was going to be able to give up eating kritters. They were just insignificant employees. They didn’t matter to anyone. So why should it matter to him when he ate them? He pulled a small ribbon of muscle from Joel’s limb and ate it like one would eat a piece of spaghetti. How could he possibly give this up? He didn’t like anything else. And he was allergic to various things, so that narrowed his choice down.
He sighed, and played with Joel’s limp arm. He had already eaten away all the flesh from below the elbow. He could usually eat a few kritters at a time when he felt like it, but he couldn’t eat any more now. It was making him feel unwell. He threw the body over to a corner of the room and slumped himself back against his pillow. He was getting worse and worse every day. There had to be some kind of turning point for him. The problem was…where?
***
"Well, hello again. I ain’t see ya in years, but you’re lookin’ good." Klump commented as Amy entered the kitchen the next morning. He had his usual cup of coffee, along with the daily newspaper on the table in front of him, open to the second page.
"Good morning to you, too." Amy replied, walking over to the cabinets so that she could find a tea bag. What struck Klump when he first saw her was that she was wearing a tight pink shirt, the tightest pink shorts imaginable and black high-heels. Secondly, he noticed that she had a rather large dog following her around.
"What’s with the dawg, Amy?"
Amy sblack personed. "Heh, sorry. Um…this dog is…a rental from the animal sanctuary."
Klump placed his coffee down on the table. "I didn’t know the sanctuary did rentals."
"Well, General, they do. This is a Saluki." At this, Tobias sat down and tilted his head back, majestically. His feathery fur seemed to flow behind him.
Klump peered down at the dog. "What’s his name, then?"
Amy reached down to stroke Tobias behind his ears, and the dog made a strange purring sound. "His name is Toby."
Klump was silenced for a moment. "…Toby?" Amy nodded. Klump stared at her. "Er…why?"
"Because it’s a beautiful name. Along with several other names that I think are lovely. Toby was just the one that stuck in my mind."
"Right, so you named your rental Saluki ‘Toby’, is that it?"
"Uh huh. Now, where are the tea bags? I need a cuppa."
Klump turned the page of his newspaper. "They’re in the cabinet to your right, Ma’am."
Amy opened the cabinet and pulled out the box of tea bags. "Thankyou, Sir. Now I just need to find my favorite mug, and I’ll be Okie-Dokie." She removed her large sheep mug from a rack on the wall and set about preparing her tea.
Krusha wandered into the room, rubbing his head. He yawned. "Duh…sleepy."
"Mornin’ Krusha." Klump commented, not looking up from his newspaper.
"Hiya, Krusha." Amy said, neatly popping a tea bag into her mug.
Krusha yawned again. He walked slowly over to where the General was sitting and pulled up a chair. Klump seemed unamused at Krusha’s company. "May I help you?"
Krusha was quite surprised by Klump’s attitude. "…er…no."
"Then don’t sit by me. I only want someone near me if…they really need me."
Krusha blinked dimly, then stood up. He looked at Klump for a second, and then went over to join Amy.
"Duh, what’s wrong with him?"
Amy shook her head. "I don’t know. He seemed Okay with me."
Klump growled and turned the page of his newspaper harshly. "Don’t you talk about me as though I ain’t in the room!"
Amy walked over to the table and sat down where Krusha had been sitting. She leant her elbow on the table. "…what’s wrong?"
"Like I’m gonna tell you." he replied.
Krusha sighed. Tobias looked up at Krusha, not feeling comfortable at all. He didn’t like it when it seemed that nobody was afraid of him. Despite the fact that they didn’t even realise he was in the room, it still made him angry.
"You can tell me, you know. I’m a good listener."
Klump groaned and put his face in his hands. "Yeah, I bet."
"Don’t force me to find out the harsh way." she warned, placing a hand on his back, "I’m good at getting information this way."
"No, you’re…not…gonna…" Klump moaned. Amy rubbed his back, gently, and looked intently at his face. What she could see of it. Suddenly, Klump seemed to snap out of it. "Oh, Okay, I’ll tell ya…but it…mustn’t go beyond this room, alright?"
Amy leaned closer to him. "Of course, Sir. I’ve got to obey you whether I want to or not. Besides, I never spread things. Except butter on toast."
Krusha wasn’t bothered, and didn’t try to listen in when Klump started to whisper. He finally noticed the dog sitting at his feet, and looked down at it. It looked familiar.
Klump and Amy were now so close that their snouts were touching. "Okay, what is it?"
He spoke in the quietest whisper she had ever heard. Even this close to him was barely enough to understand what he was saying. "Your sister…er…she kinda…"
"Hmm?"
"She…kinda broke up with me yesterday…Okay?"
Amy blinked. "…she did? Why?"
Klump whined. "She just said she didn’t…have time for me. She said she couldn’t be bothered with me because she’s got too much work to do."
"But I thought you two were getting along fine."
"We were…but I guess I’m…not good enough for her or somethin’."
Amy couldn’t really register what he had just told her. How could her sister be so cruel? So thoughtless… "You’re good enough for me." she said.
Klump smiled slightly. "Really?"
"Of course." She looked at him. He was so vulnerable. "But some lizards…just might feel they’re too good for you. I know you’re not too good for me."
Klump sighed and rested his head in his claw again.
"I think it’s great to have a boyfriend who works directly for the king."
"Yeah…I guess she just wanted…someone more romantic, or more intelligent or somethin’."
"If I felt that way, then why would I be with Krusha?"
Klump smiled again. "I dunno. You wouldn’t be…"
"Exactly. So what does that tell you?"
Klump thought for a moment. "…that your sister’s a…loser?"
Amy nodded. "Yes, that’s kinda what I had in mind."
"And that I am worth it, but I just need to find someone worthwhile for me?"
"Exactly, Sir."
"And…and that you’re much better than she is."
Amy’s smile faded. "…what?"
"And that Krusha’s much luckier than I am."
"No, but-"
"And I’m a stupid judge of character. Dang…"
Amy held his jaws closed with her right hand. "You sorta had it there. For a start, my sister’s a loser for leaving you, she’s a monster, she’s not worth being miserable about, and you deserve better than her. Unless you’d rather stay as a bachelor. Set up a bachelor pad, and you’ll have it made." She released her grip on his mouth.
Klump put a claw on his hip. "Hey, why are ya on my side in all this?"
Amy shrugged. "I can’t help it if I like you better than I like my sister."
***
"Right, and you are certain about all this?"
The kritter nodded. "Yes, Sir. After that sighting, nobody else saw them in the factory."
"Oh, curses…" K. Rool growled, "…we’ve had kritters go missing, we’ve had bodies found…this type of thing happened a while ago. Missing kritters, bodies, blood…well, don’t just stand there! I want you to set up a search party for those two missing kritters! I can’t keep losing my employees like this!"
The kritter nodded and darted off to form a little search party. To K. Rool, this whole business was very worrying. He couldn’t keep losing employees left and right. If more cases like this occurred, he would have no workers left.
"Good morning, Sir." greeted Amy, cheerily, "I’ve brought you some tea and crumpets for brekkie."
K. Rool glanced over at her. "Brekkie?"
"Breakfast."
He smiled, weakly. "Yes, of course. Bring those crumpets over here, then. I haven’t eaten anything all morning."
She briskly walked over to him, hopping up onto his slightly raised platform. He took the plate of crumpets gratefully, leaving Amy to hold the hot tea for him. "Thankyou, dear."
Amy swallowed – ‘dear’? What was that all about?
"Ooh…good crumpets. Where did you get them?"
"My mother sometimes sends me presents from Wales…she sent me a package of crumpets last week. Therefore, Sir, I am sharing them with you."
K. Rool took another bite of crumpet and smiled, patriotically, despite that he had butter streaming down his chin. "Ah, yes. Crumpets…the food of the cultured."
"Yes, Sir."
He placed the plate on the floor at his feet and took the cup of tea from Amy. "…I had another dream about you last night." he said, casually.
Amy clasped her claws behind her back. "Oh, er…really?"
He nodded, taking a sip of tea. "Tell me, do you have a large bruise underneath…er…I mean, are you bruised on your chest?"
She paused. "…er…no."
"My dear, you are lying to me. I know you have a bruise there."
She must have been sleepwalking again. If she had, why hadn’t Tobias tried to wake her up? He had been in her room the whole time… "Er, why do you want to know?"
"At least you’ve admitted to it, so I don’t have to check for myself." he said, threateningly, looking up from his tea, "I just want to know how you became bruised like that."
"Well, I-"
"Tell me, Miss Croc." he growled, placing his cup of tea by his feet.
She crossed her arms across her chest, protectively. "Well…it kinda happened a few days ago." She saw in his eyes that he wanted her to go on. "And…er…well, Krusha…he hugged me a bit too hard…and…that’s about it."
K. Rool picked up his plate again. "Oh…is that all?"
"Yeah…he doesn’t know his own strength, he didn’t mean to hurt me."
K. Rool hung his head and sighed. "…those dreams about you have been…well…disconcerting me. I wish I knew what was making me dream that way. It just must be because you’re so much like Crystal…"
Amy smiled and placed her claw on his shoulder. "I know…I’m sorry that I remind you of her…I’m really so sorry."
He swallowed his second crumpet in one bite and put the plate back onto the floor. "You know…you really influence me…I’m not sure why, I don’t particularly adore you, you can be whiny and moody and I often don’t know what the Heck to do with you…"
"You make my aura feel funny, but that’s about it. I mean, you’re my boss, I’m meant to be afraid of you…but you don’t scare me. I like you Okay."
"…yes, I suppose I like you also. Sometimes. When you’re being obedient."
"Oh, am I ever disobedient to you, Sir?"
He laughed. "On occasion."
She put her hands on her hips. "Well I never!"
"Oh my," he exclaimed, "I didn’t intend to insult you, but…oh well. The crumpets were good."
"No offence taken, Sir." She picked up the plate and teacup from by K. Rool’s feet. "Well, I’ll take these out of your way. See you later, your slippery scaliness."
"Yes, thankyou. I’ll see you later on."
"I’ll get those restrooms cleaned to a shine, Sir."
K. Rool held up one claw. "Oh, before you get into that, I have some rather good news for you. I have made a decision."
She placed the cup on the plate and held it in her one claw, placing her other one on her hip again. "Yes, Sir?"
"Well…how does a promotion sound to you?"
She smiled. "A promotion? Really? Oh my…I…what kind of promotion?"
The King stood up. "I want you out of those restrooms and into my study, as it were."
She swallowed. "…uh…I’m a little slow…could you just spell it out for me please, Sir?" It sounded like some kind of marriage proposal.
"I now require you to accompany Klump and Krusha on each and every- well, maybe not EVERY mission, but I would expect you accompany them on the majority of our Coconut-stealing missions. Of course, I will now and then require your services back here, what with organisation and such, but I now consider you virtually indispensable. I will not permit you to clean another toilet."
"…whoa…no more toilets…"
"Are you alright, Miss Croc?"
She nodded, wistfully. "Yes…but what does it make me?"
He shrugged. "I don’t know…secretary…accompanier-on-missions…I have no idea."
"Well, whatever it is, I thank you, Sir."
He smiled, warmly. "You are most welcome, my lo- er, my dear."
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:34:22 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:34:22 GMT 10
Hey, Krusha, come here for a sec."
Krusha looked up from his mudweed sandwich to see Amy standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She looked very excited about something, so he abandoned the sandwich and walked over to her. Klump, looking as miserable as ever, stayed put at the table, gazing listlessly at his toast.
"Duh, hi. What’s happened?"
Amy grabbed him by his arm and pulled him out of the kitchen, therefore out of Klump’s range of hearing. She looked ecstatic. "Guess what King K. Rool just gave me!"
"Er…a big hug?"
"No."
"A…a new TV?"
"No."
"Er-"
"He gave me a promotion!" she announced, happily, "I don’t have to clean out any more toilets! I get to help him organise things and accompany you and Klump on Coconut-stealing missions."
"Oh. Cool." was all Krusha could think of to say.
"So, seeing as how it’s almost lunchtime, do you want to go out for lunch with me? It’ll make a change from being stuck here."
"Er, sure. Where will we go?"
"I don’t mind. We could go to that little pizza place you like. You know, the place with the special swamp moss and super-oily anchovy pizzas?"
Krusha nodded, eagerly. "Oh yeah! I remember that!"
"Right. We can go there for a celebration pizza." She smiled and walked back into the kitchen, with Krusha instinctively following her. She approached Klump, who was still aimlessly watching his toast.
"Klump, if you’re not doing anything this lunchtime, do you want to go out for a pizza with Krusha and I?"
Klump looked up from his plate of toast. There were the slightest traces of a smile on his face. "…I guess. If you’ll have me."
"Of course we’ll have you. I just got a promotion from King K. Rool, so we’re going to have a subtle little celebration over some luuurvely pizza."
"You got a promotion? Congratulations, Amy." He was trying his hardest to be happy.
Amy understood. "Thanks…so…are you ready to go right away?"
"Sure."
"Okay then. Let’s get moving."
Tobias, who had been resting by Klump’s feet, raised his head and whimpered. He looked up at Amy, trying to prompt her to do something.
"Oh. I’ll leave Toby here, I suppose. He should be able to keep out of mischief for an hour or so." she said, casually, to Klump and Krusha. Looking back down at the Saluki, it seemed that this response had pleased him. "Okay then – let’s blow."
***
Within a very short time, the three of them were sitting at a table in Joe’s Pizza Palace, waiting for their multiple-toppings pizza. Mudweed and swamp moss had been a necessity, along with anchovies for the guys and bacon bits for Amy. The café/restaurant was a clean, starched place with a pleasant atmosphere, which accounted for the large numbers of lizards and apes eating there. It was often quite hard to get a table, especially at the weekends, but these three particular lizards had been able to grab one of the last tables.
"Man, how long is it gonna take for them to get our pizza? I’m starvin’…I never ate my dang toast." Klump leant his elbow on the red and white tablecloth and rested his head in his hand. "I’m gonna pass out from hunger."
"One large multiple-toppings pizza." said a voice from behind Klump, "Mudweed, swamp moss, bacon and anchovy toppings. Enjoy." The middle-aged waitress placed the pizza on the center of the table and briskly walked away to pick up another pizza, no doubt.
"Ooh, yummy!" Krusha grabbed the slice with the most anchovies and took a big bite out of it, regardless of the fact that it was scalding hot.
Klump sighed and moved his chair backwards. "I’m gonna go wash my hands. I doubt the pizza’ll get cold while I’m gone. Be back in a second."
"’Kay. See you."
Klump stood up and wandered off in the direction of the male and female restrooms. As everyone was engrossed in their eating, nobody noticed him do so apart from Amy, who quickly turned her attention back to Krusha.
"Hey, big guy, don’t forget to save some pizza for me."
He grabbed his third piece of pizza and looked at her, innocently. He looked at the pizza he was holding, and offered it to Amy.
"Heh. That’s sweet, Krusha, but I’m actually Okay. I feel like celebrating, though…so maybe I’m just too excited to eat."
Krusha ate his pizza in one bite and tried to look as though he completely understood what she was saying. "Duh…er…I guess so."
She smiled and leaned towards him. "Want a kiss?"
"Duh, if there’s one on offer."
"There’s a never-ending supply for you." He moved his face closer to hers, and she kissed his cheek. "Good pizza?"
"Yeah. Very, very good pizza. You should have some."
"I might do, I suppose, but I think I’d better wait for Klump to get back. He seemed much hungrier than me."
***
"Ah, good. A pathetic lizard…my perfect prey…" Tobias hissed to himself, taking a few long strides up to the back of a pile of crates, in front of which sat a kritter. It wasn’t doing anything except…sitting, really. Actually, it was reading a magazine. One of those disgusting ones that certain males like to buy. The kritter grinned gleefully as he turned the page, glancing at the new selection of pictures under his snout. Tobias had never been one to buy a magazine like that. Unlike some other males, Tobias wasn’t all crazy about getting a female partner. He never really had been, except when he met Crystal. And when he met Amy. But both of those chances were gone, and there was no point in complaining about it. Basically, the point was that he didn’t enjoy gazing at pictures of naked females in magazines. Nobody had ever understood him because of this.
The kritter scratched his chin thoughtfully as he turned the page again. Maybe he was wondering which of the pictures was the best. Which of the females looked completely perfect with a tiny waist and large bust, basically.
Tobias stopped breathing as he climbed up the back of the pile of crates, not making a sound. Even though he was in his real form, he actually was quite panther-like. Dark, quiet…and deadly. He moved like a shadow, and his prey remained unwary. Using his long claws, Tobias pulled himself up onto the topmost crate, directly above the kritter. He grinned as he looked down at the unsuspecting kritter below him. He clasped his claws together, and when he separated them again, he held his velociraptor blade in his right one. It was begging to kill something. He leaned on his bony left elbow, looking casually down at the kritter. And yes, he was looking at the kritter, NOT the magazine.
The kritter sblack personed and turned the page again, enjoying the new selection of equally-disgusting images. He wasn’t even on his break – he had just sneaked away from his work to read his magazine with its ‘wonderful’ pictures. The kritter never felt he had enough time for himself, and was catching a little break right now. So far as he was concerned, K. Rool wouldn’t find out, and he wouldn’t get punished. That was somewhat true. But not completely. He was actually quite tense, and he squeaked with shock when he felt something cold on the top of his head. It felt like icy water…something he wasn’t too fond of. He touched his head and then held that claw in front of him, examining whatever had touched him. He growled and looked up, figuring it was only a leaky pipe or something harmless like that.
What he saw was Tobias looking down at him. A cruel-looking lizard with dark scales and…wonderful blue eyes. "Huh?" the kritter said, standing up, leaning his back against the crates. The magazine dropped out of his lap and landed on the cold floor.
"Hello." Tobias said, smoothly. He shifted his position so that his long, lanky arms were hanging over the crate in front of him. The kritter looked at him, frozen at his appearance. And then he noticed the weapon – the curved, sharp blade in Tobias’ right hand.
"Oh…God…"
"My name’s Tobias, actually. So please don’t address me as ‘God’." the lizard hissed, preparing to spring.
"I-I-I wasn’t…Sir…" the kritter trembled, hoping to be spared. He could tell that this guy was very dangerous.
"Do you think I’m stupid or something?" Tobias snapped, "I was being sarcastic, thankyou."
The kritter, still looking at Tobias, moved away from the crates slowly, trying to sneak away. But Tobias was fast, and before the kritter knew what had happened, Tobias had leapt up to him and was pinning him to the floor. The kritter hadn’t even realised that he had been pushed onto his back, but he now lay helpless on his back, held down by Tobias, who was sporting an evil, curved grin. "That was a very stupid thing to do…" Tobias hissed, holding the blade up to the kritter’s face, "I’ll just have to punish you, now."
The kritter began to sob and kick at his aggressor, feebly. "Please, I haven’t done anything!"
"Oh, but you have…" Tobias said, purring, "You just made a very…stupid…mistake…"
The kritter stiffened his body up and whined like a puppy as his eyes began to water.
A moment of pain.
He was dead.
Tobias’ slightly serious expression transformed into a gleeful one as he pulled the blade out of the kritter’s ribs. Fresh red blood was stained on it, and on Tobias’ claws. He was rather proud of himself – that one hadn’t been too noisy. The kritter probably hadn’t even realised that he was dead, and he seemed to almost be still alive. His eyes were open with fear and panic, but he showed no sign of feeling the fatal pain.
Licking the blade, Tobias stood up to look at the body. It was just the same as the other kritters he had killed, but this one looked more alive. That is, if there hadn’t been a great gaping hold in its chest. Tobias had cut right through the kritter’s heart. He had actually become quite accurate when doing things like that. He put it down to experience. Basically, he could work out exactly where to stab into the body…if he wanted to rip a liver in two, he could. He could do that for every part of the body…each organ, rather.
He had made another killing, and it was time to get the body out of the way before someone caught him. He was also pretty experienced when it came to hiding the bodies, too…
***
"Do you know who I saw over there?" Klump asked, sitting back down into his seat. There were only three pieces of pizza left now that Krusha had finished, and the two lizards looked intently at Klump, waiting for news. "I saw Katy. She was sittin’ at a table with some guy…I can’t believe it. She’s found someone else already…unless, of course, she already had that guy when she was seein’ me." He was glaring angrily at one part of the room, but Amy and Krusha couldn’t see the accused female over the sea of heads. "I feel so betrayed."
Amy pursed her lips. "I’m sorry, Klump."
The General turned back to the remainder of the pizza. "Is that mine?"
"Duh, yeah." said Krusha, showing very little remorse for having eaten about half his weight in pizza while Klump was absent.
Klump picked up a paper napkin and wrapped the pizza up with it. "In that case, I’m havin’ it to go. I can’t stand bein’ in the same restaurant as her." He tucked the pizza under his arm and stood up. "C’mon then, we’d better be getting back to the factory."
Krusha stood up, too, somewhat confused about why the General wanted them to leave. Amy stood up, as well, but instead of following Klump and Krusha, she wandered off in the direction that Klump had been looking in. She meandered her way between the tables, and finally reached her sister’s table. She was dressed in a tight green shirt and jeans, and was sitting at a table with a rather skinny yellow-scaled male kremling. Amy walked right up to the table and put her claws on her hips.
"Hello, sis."
Katy looked up from her menu. She gasped when she saw her sister, and she got to her feet. "Amy? What are you doing here?"
"I was having lunch with my boyfriend and my good friend Klump. I need a word with you."
She swallowed. "I know what you’re mad about, but I swear, I had good reason to do what I did."
The male lizard at the table just watched the two sisters, holding onto his menu while not looking at it.
"Klump has been miserable all day. I have never seen him so miserable, and it’s because of you that he’s this way. He means a lot to me, and I hate to see him like this."
"Amy, before you go any further, I have something to tell you. It affects you, too, so hear me out."
Amy crossed her arms. "Hmm?"
"Well…I found out yesterday from Uncle Skurvy that…well…" She leant closer to Amy and continued in a whisper. "Klump is related to us."
She blinked. "…what? How?"
"He’s our Uncle, too. Skurvy and Klump are brothers. Mom conveniently never told us that she had another brother. A baby brother."
"…are you making this up?"
"No, Amy, I’m not. When Klump was born, mom had already left home and wasn’t really involved with grandma any more."
"But Klump would’ve known that he was Skurvy’s brother…how come he didn’t bring it up or tell me?"
Katy seemed to know everything all of a sudden. "Klump never knew that Skurvy was our Uncle. He knew we had a pirate Uncle, but there are a million pirates out there. Even King K. Rool used to be one."
"Have you told Klump that that’s the real reason for breaking up with him?"
She shook her head. "No, I’d rather not…not think about it. The things him and I did together…we were almost married. What if that had gone ahead? And…and…the other stuff we did…it makes me feel ill."
"Right, then I’ll go tell him."
"What? Now?"
"No. I’ll tell him later on…maybe he’ll have time to sort himself out before I have to tell him that he almost married his own niece."
Katy sighed. "You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?"
"Sort of. It shouldn’t be any of my business, but Klump is a very close friend of mine. I’ll have to be there to comfort him, too." She looked into her sister’s eyes very deliberately. "He really loved you, you know." With that, she turned her back on her sister and set off briskly towards the exit, hoping that Klump and Krusha weren’t suspicious as to where she had been. She snaked her way between the tables, each with its own tablecloth with red and white squares. A few apes watched curiously as she left, but most of the customers were too busy eating to notice the female lizard who looked as though she was running a marathon.
Katy watched as her sister turned a corner outside the restaurant and disappeared from view. She had really loved Klump, but it wouldn’t have been right to keep seeing him even though she knew he was her Uncle…would it? Sighing, she sat back down at the table and held her head in her hands.
The lizard sitting opposite her finally put down his laminated menu. "Now, what was that all about?"
TO BE CONTINUED…
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:34:46 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:34:46 GMT 10
Tobias II : Part 5
By Klumpy
As soon as they arrived back, Klump wandered off by himself, leaving Amy and Krusha alone to spend the remainder of the lunch hour together. Amy sighed loudly as Klump left them. She was still feeling confused after finding out that Klump was really her Uncle, and was too overwhelmed to really think about telling him. She was supposed to be feeling happy about her promotion, too.
"Duh, he’s real upset…" said Krusha, stating the obvious.
"Uh huh…poor guy." She put her claws on her hips. "Do you think we should go after him?"
"Er…no, I think he’s, er, duh…sen…sensi…tive?"
"Yep – sensitive. You’re really extending your vocabulary."
Krusha grinned, proudly. He had been leafing through King K. Rool’s best dictionaries recently, and it was beginning to pay off. "Duh, do you desire to descend down to our lodgings and take part in some random transaction whilst down yonder?"
She smiled and held her hands behind her back. "Ooh, what kind of transaction are you thinking of?"
"I have no idea, but, duh…hmm…"
"How about some lurve?"
Krusha pondered for a moment. His face went completely blank. "Duh…uh…"
"Oh, just come here." She held out her arms, and he finally got the idea. He bent down and gave her a hug. "Yeah…that’s nice. And we’ve got the rest of our lunch break to do whatever we want."
"Mmm hmm." he replied, still hugging her.
"So, what should we do? We’ve got about ten minutes left."
"Wanna descend to the darkest depths of-"
She pulled away from the hug. "Yeah, let’s go downstairs. And there’s no need to impress me with all those fancy words. I love you anyway."
"Uh huh, Okay, yeah."
***
Upstairs, K. Rool was having a major headache. Angrily, he searched through the bathroom cabinets for some aspirin, having no luck at all. There was absolutely anything he could possibly need in these many cupboards, but nothing for his headache. How irritating. He picked up a small jar with the label of ‘Scale Cream’. Why did they have so many products they never even used? Tail Tonic, Claw Softener, Claw Hardener…he had no use for such things. He often regretted sending Klump and Krusha to do the shopping, because they would always come back with a hoard of useless junk. K. Rool took great pride in his appearance, but this was ridiculous.
"Hmph…I’ve never seen so many useless products since…since Crystal last maxed out my credit card on our…Christmas shopping…" Sighing, he put the jar down. That was why he never searched through these cabinets. He had forgotten how upset it made him. "Dear God…shame she hadn’t maxed it out on aspirin. That was years ago, and I’ve still half of all her things here." He reached into the cabinet again. "Rose scale cream, rose shower gel, rose perfume…everything rose. Still, it’s a nice smell." He put the jars and bottles back in, wondering how on Earth there wasn’t a single molecule of aspirin in the whole factory.
A gentle knock came on the bathroom door, and Klump gingerly entered the room. He looked worried. "Sir, I heard crashes, an’ I thought you might need some help."
K. Rool stood up and crossed his arms. "No, General, I’m fine. Just doing some ‘spring cleaning’, as it were. But as long as you’re here, I need you to make a raid on Cranky’s Cabin. You need to obtain the Crystal Coconut for me, so that I can become ruler over all Kongo Bongo." As he made his rather predictable proclamation, he sounded strangely tired, as though he too had finally got fed up of his glorious speeches. He was actually less than enthusiastic about sending Klump off to get that shiny Coconut wannabe, but it seemed like something he should say.
"Are ya sure you’re Okay, King K. Rool Sir?"
He sighed. "Yes, I’m fine…just looking at some of Crystal’s stuff."
Suddenly, Klump burst crying. He staggered forward to K. Rool and gave him a big hug. "That’s so sad!" he sobbed, "I can’t bear it!"
K. Rool growled. "General, please stop clinging to me. Someone could be watching, and you’re making a fool of yourself by doing that."
"Sir, I c-c-can’t! I…c…c…c…" Klump wailed loudly and hugged K. Rool even tighter, making it difficult for the King to breathe.
"Oh, what’s wrong?" He patted Klump lightly on the back, trying to calm him.
"I’m afraid I ain’t in a fit state to w-w-work! I feel so baaaad!"
"Klump, what’s the matter? You can tell me…" If he hadn’t just been thinking about his wife, he probably would have turned Klump away instantly.
Klump whined loudly. "Oh, Sir, it’s awful, dreadful! Somethin’ so bad that I can’t go on!"
"Come on, out with it."
He squealed, miserably. "Katy broke up with me, Sir! I can’t take it!" He slumped all of his body weight against K. Rool and slid slowly to his knees, whimpering.
"…oh…I’m sorry."
"King K. Rool, Sir, I’m on the verge of breakin’ down!" he howled, clinging to K. Rool’s leg and crying.
"I can understand why you’d be upset, but please let go of me."
Klump let go and got to his feet, brushing himself down. "Oh, sorry, Sir…I just…just…"
"Never mind. Just tell Krusha and Amy to retrieve my Coconut instead. I think you need to lie down, Klump."
The General nodded. "Yes, King K. Rool Sir. I’ll let them know. Thankyou, Sir."
***
"Amy, are ya in there?" Klump tapped lightly on her bedroom door, but with no response. "Amy? Oh well." He walked over to Krusha’s door and rapped his knuckles on it. "Krusha? Krusha, can I come in?"
A muffled reply of "Mmm hmm" came from the other side of the door, so he entered, somewhat uncertain of what he might find inside. He was relieved to find that Krusha and Amy were just sitting together on the bed. They looked quite innocent, so he didn’t accuse them of anything. "King K. Rool wants you two to make an all-out offensive on the Crystal Coconut PDQ." he said, bluntly.
"Why?" Amy whined.
"Because I can’t go because I need time to recover…from what was said to me…by…my ex-girlfriend…"
"Huh?" asked Krusha, still not really grasping what had been going on recently.
"…Klump, I need to talk to you regarding that." Amy said, standing up, "I don’t really want to, but it’s my duty as your friend."
Krusha looked down at her, confused. He had definitely missed something.
Klump looked equally confused. A frown crossed his face. "Lemme guess…you knew about her bein’ with that other guy?"
"No, but-"
"Or you witnessed her doin’ somethin’ with that guy at the pizza place and felt too guilty to tell me right away?"
"No, Klump…it’s something more…long-term than that." She walked up to Klump and held onto his claw. "I think we need to go somewhere private before I can tell you."
Klump looked at Krusha, who just looked back, innocently. "Yeah, sure. I’ll just follow you, then." He did as he said, and followed Amy obediently out of the door and into the hallway. She then continued to lead him into her room, and she closed the door. When he next looked at her, she was either worried or frightened – he couldn’t tell which. "Okay, now, Amy, what’s up?"
Quietly, Tobias peered out from underneath Amy’s bed. He looked up at where Amy and Klump were standing, and he couldn’t help thinking that an opportunity had arisen. He had eaten quite well and hadn’t vomited yet, so he wasn’t hungry…that meant he could concentrate on another goal.
"Klump, I know this might sound strange, but…" She sighed, knowing that she had to tell him. It didn’t sound right, though. She had always known Klump as her sister’s boyfriend, not as her Uncle. "Klump, I’m your niece."
"…what? Really?" He looked quite pleased by this news.
"Yes. You found out that Skurvy was your brother…he’s our Uncle. He’s the pirate Uncle we always talk about. That means that you’re my Uncle, too."
He clasped his claws together. "Wow…so your mom is my sister…man, I’ve gone from having no family at all to having a dang huge one!"
"Well, not HUGE, but bigger than nothing, eh?"
"I’ve been livin’ with my niece this whole time…" he marvelled, "And Katy…she…she was my niece, too…"
Amy sighed. "That’s why she left you. She told me at the pizza place…I was going to wait to tell you, but you were just so miserable…"
"…thanks. At least I know it wasn’t really somethin’ I did. I couldn’t help bein’ born, could I?"
"I’m glad you were. You’re a great friend, and I guess you’ll be as good an Uncle as anyone could be."
"Thanks. Again. Oh, gimme a hug, niece."
She smiled and held out her arms, warmly. "Sure, Uncle Klump- uh…maybe I’ll just stick with ‘Klump’. It makes you sound younger."
They hugged for a moment, keeping strangely quiet. It had been quite an eventful day for the both of them. Klump had discovered that he had two nieces, and Amy had found a new Uncle. Only that very same morning she had known him as ‘the General with no family tree’…what a change. She hoped they could still stay as friends as well as relatives.
Tobias looked at the cosy scene. It made him feel slightly ill. Any form of love was enough to drive him mad with jealousy. This sort of love wasn’t as bad as what he had seen between Amy and Krusha.
Krusha…
Yes, that stupid oaf. It was because of Krusha that Tobias hadn’t been able to secure Amy for himself on his first visit to the factory. What did she see in him, anyway? He didn’t have a single brain cell in his head. Tobias, on the other hand, was full of brain cells. He wanted to get back at Krusha, but he knew Amy would never let him injure the blue lizard. He had to do something else, and he knew what…if only it would work.
Amy began to feel slightly uneasy when Klump’s hug lingered a bit too long. She gently pushed away from him, but he didn’t seem willing to let her go. "Klump, it’s Okay, there’s no need to keep squeezing me."
"Yeah there is…" he sighed, still holding her, "…I really want you…"
Tobias grinned and crept right out of sight in the shadows under Amy’s bed. Just one more detail to add…
She smiled and got back into the hug again, holding herself against him. "I want you, too."
Tobias was so thrilled by this that he almost wet himself.
Klump looked at Amy for a moment, and then moved his face closer to hers. "Krusha would never know…"
"Exactly…just for a short time…he won’t have a clue…" She swallowed and moved her face right up to his. Their lips touched, and they kissed. It was strange…neither of them knew what was happening.
Tobias growled from under the bed, and Klump placed his claws on Amy’s hips.
"Man, this feels so good. Hey, don’t ya stop kissin’ me, now." They kissed again, more passionately this time. He slid his fingers down into her shorts, and felt the sensitive areas on either side of the base of her tail. "Oh yeah…"
"Keep doing that…mmm…it’s so nice…I think we had better lock the door, don’t you?"
Suddenly, Tobias felt a stabbing pain above his eyes. He yowled in pain and stumbled sideways, bumping into the wall underneath Amy’s bed. He felt a surge of warmth down in his stomach, and he retched. He was throwing up again. It was his punishment.
As soon as Tobias felt the stabbing pain, Amy and Klump snapped awake. From what they had last remembered, they had been hugging upon discovering that they were relatives. Nothing was unusual…apart from the fact that Klump’s claws were in Amy’s shorts, but she ignored that fact and pulled away from the hug. He looked so happy now.
"Oh, Amy…ain’t this great? You’re such a great kid…you’ll be a fabulous niece."
She smiled at him, wondering why she felt so pleasantly happy…it was definitely not to do with having a new family member. It was the sort of ‘happy’ that you feel when you’re snuggling against that special someone…how odd. "It’ll be great having you for an Uncle. But, er, you’re not going to encourage me to become a General, are you?"
"No, ‘course not. Why?"
"Because Uncle Skurvy spent ages training me to be a pirate. He was the ‘pirate Uncle’ who trained me for my Pirate’s Licence, remember?"
Klump laughed. "Yeah…that whole thing with me and the sex-change potion. Man…we’ve had some weird times, haven’t we?"
"Yep, and I’ve got a feeling they’ll just be getting weirder and weirder."
***
"Duh…you Okay?" Krusha asked when Amy next entered his room. He was sitting on the bed, expectantly, waiting for her to join him again.
"Yeah, I’m Okay. I just had to tell Klump something…everything’s Okay now. Klump’s taking care of my dog at the mo…it started throwing up not long ago, so he’s trying to get it to drink some water."
Krusha smiled. "Come here again. I’m lonely." Amy grinned happily and joined him on the bed. "Duh, where were we?"
"I don’t remember…oh well." She laid herself down on the bed. "Gimme a kiss."
"Duh, sure." He leaned down against her and kissed her on the lips. He looked slightly confused as their lips touched, and he pulled himself off her again. "Duh…you taste like…Klump."
Amy swallowed. "Oh…well, I just gave him a hug. That’s why."
It was a good enough reason for him. He smiled and lowered himself down against her again, kissing her face happily. She reached up to him and placed a claw on either side of his face, just to make sure that he couldn’t stop kissing her. She pulled away from him for a second, just long enough to say "I love you…so much…", and then she was back in the kiss again. She never wanted it to stop.
***
Out in the corridor, Tobias had finally been able to escape Klump’s attention. Thin traces of vomit dripped from the corners of his mouth, and the taste and smell of puke was almost too much to bear. He could feel the sickness all the way through his body…he had vomited up the entire kritter that he had just eaten. He was hungry again. At least Klump had retreated back into his room after forcing some water down Tobias’ throat, so the lizard in dog’s clothing was able to lurk wherever he wanted.
Oh man…my head…I feel so sick…
He walked up to Krusha’s door and sat for a second, just looking at it. There were passionate vibes coming from the room…his feeling of sickness increased. He felt furious about it. and pushed the door open with his nose.
He saw Amy and Krusha on the large bed - Amy was lying on her back with Krusha leaning over her. They were kissing.
Tobias snarled. He would have vomited again, had it not been for the fact that he had nothing left inside him to vomit up. The fur on his back arched, and his head felt as though it might burst. He released the anger inside him and sent it up to his brain, and the feeling was suddenly gone. He must have done something – he clenched his teeth together and everything blanked out. He lost consciousness and slid to the floor.
Amy felt a pain at the back of her head, and the next thing she knew, Krusha was pressing himself down on her a little too hard. She struggled slightly, but he wasn’t budging. "Krusha, that’s kinda hurting me-"
"Mmm, this is fun." he growled, pressing himself down against her even harder, "You’re so exquisite." She squealed as he moved his claw to feel eagerly underneath her shirt. She was on the verge of screaming – she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
"Krusha, please, get off!"
He didn’t listen. His other claw moved down to her legs. He unfastened the front of her tight pink shorts and began to slip them down her legs. "Oh, Amy, I love you!"
She tensed her legs again, but for some reason didn’t feel as though she should be scared. After he said those words, she knew it was an act of love…she loved him, and she had no reason to stop him doing this to her. If he loved her and wanted to show his love in this way, she wasn’t going to stop him. Although it didn’t really seem like something that Krusha would do… "I love you, too…"
He kissed her stomach, softly, and laid his head down against her chest. She felt so soft. When she looked down at him to show her approval, he looked quite scared.
"What’s wrong?"
He sniffed loudly. "…I’m s-sorry…I didn’t mean…to…" He buried his face against her chest, and she tensed again.
"It’s alright, my love…you don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want to."
He was in tears. "I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to do that, I just…just…I just love you so much, and I…I’m scared…"
"It’s Okay to be scared of it…I was scared, too, for a moment…but I know you would never hurt me…" She hugged his neck, and he whimpered. "Now, would you please put my shorts back on?"
He nodded and lifted himself off her. Looking down at her, he saw how pretty she actually was. He had never really appreciated it before now…he felt guilty about touching her in those never-before-seen areas. It had been some kind of sudden and brief obsession. He didn’t know why. Slowly, he slid her shorts back up her legs and fastened them up again, taking great care not to hurt her. He was glad that she wasn’t mad at him…she was so small, he could easily have hurt her. She had almost been...enjoying it. Now that she was fully clothed again, she leant up against him and rested her head against his chest.
"Krusha…you know, if you ever wanted to do that again, I wouldn’t mind."
He sighed. "Duh, I, er, I didn’t mean to do it the first time. It didn’t feel right…I’m sorry…"
"Oh, no problem…I didn’t really mind you doing it…there’s plenty of time for it after we get married, though, isn’t there?"
He swallowed. "Married? Duh…really?"
"Of course. I’d marry you a second. Half a second." She gently nuzzled his chest with her snout.
Smiling, he shifted his position so that he was facing her more directly. "Well, duh, that’s great news because…well…I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while…er…I’m not exactly sure how to do this, but, er…"
"My God, is that Toby by the door?" Amy asked, standing up abruptly. Krusha wasn’t too pleased at being cut off, but at least it meant that he could have some more time to think about it.
The two of them walked over to where the dog lay on the floor, legs splayed out to all sides, ears spread out on the floor, tail limp. Amy knelt down beside the dog and lifted his head, gently. He was definitely unconscious.
"Oh, poor boy…"
She looked at Toby for a moment, but he remained unmoving. Holding her breath, she lifted the dog up onto her shoulder and prepared to carry him back into her room. He was completely limp, and she wondered if maybe he was making himself as heavy as possible on purpose to annoy her.
"Krusha, you don’t mind, do you? I think I need to keep an eye on Toby in my room."
"Duh, no problem…I’ll just miss you."
She smiled. "You’re so sweet. That’s why I love you so much." Staggering slightly, she walked out into the hall, carrying Toby on her shoulder. "See you later, sweetheart."
"Yeah…bye."
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:35:08 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:35:08 GMT 10
When Tobias finally came around, his head was throbbing. He opened his eyes slowly, and found that he was in Amy’s room again. Long veins of excruciating pain pulsed in his skull, and he placed his paws over his head. Agony. At least he was comfortable lying on Amy’s bed.
Amy herself was over by the small desk and chair that she used for a great number of things, and she was currently adjusting her bra strap. After what had happened with Krusha, she had wisely decided to put something on underneath her clothes. At the moment, though, she was just wearing her underwear, as she was getting ready to go to bed.
Tobias whimpered. "What time is it?"
Upon hearing his voice, Amy jumped and turned around. "Tobia- er, I mean…Toby, you’re up. How nice. Don’t look."
He smiled. "I’m already looking."
"Oh well…I guess it’s just something we Welsh do. For some reason, I’ve seen quite a few Welsh people who scream ‘don’t look, don’t look!’, but that just makes you want to look. And you didn’t need to know that at all, but I told you anyway."
Tobias blinked. "Yeah, right…whatever you say. I only meant to say that you look…pretty."
She smiled. "Thankyou." He looked at her intently as she joined him on the bed. His pain was subsiding. "You’ve been unconscious for quite a while. You’re only just getting up as I’m going to bed." She reached behind him and grabbed her night-dress.
"Yeah…I’m just…just recovering. I’ve not been feeling too well. So, how did things go with, er, what’s-his-name?"
She slipped her night-dress on over her head. "Krusha, you mean?"
"Yeah, him." The dog grunted slightly upon hearing Krusha’s name.
She straightened the night-dress and clambered up onto the bed. "Things went fine. We…we got a bit cosy, but that’s about it."
The dog thingyed his head to one side. "Are you sure? I’m…sensing something more, here." As he tried to tune into her mind, his head began to hurt again. There was definitely something more to this.
"Oh, alright, he got incredibly eager with me…but it was weird, because after a really short time he started crying and kept apologising. He looked really scared."
He moved sideways on the bed to allow her to get under the covers. "So, did it put you off him?"
"Not at all. I actually liked it. Klump wouldn’t have approved, seeing as how he wants Krusha and I to save ourselves for marriage, but I thought it was Okay. It felt quite nice when he touched me." When she heard Toby growl at this comment, she was somewhat confused. In an effort to comfort him, she touched his head and began to fondle his ears. "What is it?"
"That was meant to put you off him." he grumbled, lowering his head, "I guess it just didn’t work."
"…what are you saying?"
"…I made him do that. That’s what I was doing in the doorway. I made him do that because I was angry at the two of you…I guess I just fainted."
"…you made him do that?" she repeated, quietly, "I thought it seemed somewhat out-of-character…but hang on, why would you do that? There’s no need to be angry."
"Yes there is!" he snarled, "I’m mad because you have someone! I…I really, really wanted to have you when I first met you, but he had reached you first. He still has you now, and I want you so much…but I can’t feel love." He closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away from her. "I’m jealous of what he’s got."
"Now, Toby, what was it you said about a change of heart? You’ll be able to escape this negative karma, find that female and feel love for her. If you want her, why are you still angry with Krusha for loving me?"
"It’s just because I think you’re so great. The only other female I’ve ever admired in this way is Crystal Rool…but K. Rool took her from me." He growled and dug his claws into the bed. "That is why I hate him…I hate his son…I hate their whole family."
Sighing, she laid her head down on her pillow and looked up at the ceiling. "Toby, hating the Rools will get you nowhere. I’ll see what I can do for you tomorrow…maybe a new image will do you good. I’ll have more time, since it’s the weekend."
He made a pitiful whimpering noise. "…Why won’t you and Krusha just break up? It’s awful for me to watch…"
"Tobias, he loves me and I love him. I’m sorry, but we can’t help being in love."
"Don’t you remember what I did to you and Klump? There are no lengths I won’t go to in order to break you two up!"
She swallowed and looked over at him. "Klump? What about him?"
"You and him got cosy…I thought that if Krusha came in on the two of you, it’d make him leave you. That didn’t work, so I decided to make him act cosy with you, and you d**n well enjoyed it! What am I going to have to do to break you and Krusha apart?!"
He somewhat regretted saying that. If looks could kill, he would have dropped dead right there and then. But she didn’t speak. She had nothing to say to him. She was too angry. Growling and glaring at him, she turned away from him in a huff. "Just go to sleep, Tobias." she grumbled, "I’ll see you in the morning." From the sound of her voice, she was making every possible effort not to scream at him. He had more sense than to reply, so he turned away from her firmly and curled up, trying to keep warm. He was hungry again…but this time, he felt too guilty to make any moves. Waiting a while would probably do him some good…and he didn’t want to disturb Amy while she was falling asleep. Just a little while longer…
***
A little while later…
A kritter, awake much later than it would usually be, crept across the main hall towards a pile of dusty cardboard boxes. He didn’t want to disturb anyone this late at night – it was about midnight already. Exhausted from his full day of unsympathetic work, he sat down on the cold floor to catch some rest. Breathing hard, he placed a claw to his forehead. "Whoa…I need my bed. I’ll be able to catch about…five hours of sleep before work starts again. I wonder if all this hard work will ever pay off…"
Still exhausted from his non-stop activity that day, he found no reason to get up. His bed was so far away…and everywhere was so cold. The floor was as good a sleeping accommodation as he could have.
"You know, being lazy is the worst fault I can think of. One of them, anyway…" commented a soft, deep voice.
"Yeah. I know…I’m just so tired. I’ve worked so hard for the past few months." the kritter said sleepily, not really knowing who he was talking with, "I’m hoping that King K. Rool’ll give me a vacation someday. As soon as I get the chance, I’ve got to ask a certain female if she’ll marry me. Then no more work for as long as K. Rool will allow. Can’t life be so cruel?"
"You have no idea."
The kritter had obviously been keeping these feelings inside him for a while, and was thankful to have someone to talk to, no matter who it was. Even if he had no idea of who it might be. Who…or WHAT for that matter.
The kritter smiled slightly and traced something on the factory floor with one of his claws – possibly a symbol, or the name of his ‘special female’. Tobias, of course, didn’t care.
"So…why’re you here so late? I’ve just been trying to finish as much work as I can. Have you done work on this new doomsday device? I don’t know where that wacko K. Rool gets his ideas."
Tobias was slightly insulted that anyone, even someone who didn’t know him, might think that he worked for K. Rool. Tobias felt he was a loner, that he did only what he wanted. For now, he had, once again, forgotten his oath to turn over a new leaf.
"Bloody Hell, no! I wouldn’t work for that…that…IDIOT in a million years!"
"Okay, don’t get your underpants in a bunch!" the kritter said, standing up, suddenly awake. He blinked and looked around in the near-dark – the few lights that illuminated the main hall didn’t cast much actual light on the scene, and even as he looked around another bulb decided to die with a sharp ping. He barely noticed this – he was more concerned that the someone he had been talking to had not yet revealed his whereabouts. And there had been rumors spreading through the kritter community lately. Rumors of a monster with a taste for kritter blood.
"Where are you?" he said, backing up towards the cardboard boxes again. When there was no answer, he called louder, "Show yourself!"
He hoped to God that someone could hear him. Someone who didn’t want to feast on his insides.
Then, slowly, like some form of creeping vine, he felt something grasp his legs. Something cold and firm…and very strong. With a sudden sharp pull, the kritter was down on his stomach, trying to see what was clinging around his ankles. He had only been able to gasp with shock at the strength of this creature. In his panic, he couldn’t speak – he was silently praying that someone else had heard his calls. He tried to yell again when he felt something unnatural going on below his left knee, but his voice had gone. All that came out of his mouth was a coarse moan, and this scared him even more. He grasped onto the floor and tried to use his claws to pull away from the grip, but it was useless – the creature pulled again and his claws snapped right off with the force.
Suddenly, he felt a change. He opened his mouth and screamed as loud as he could – the sound echoed around the main hall, and the creature’s grip on his legs almost gave way. When his voice returned, so did some of his senses, and he was able to scream. And scream he did.
"Help!" he shrieked, still struggling against the ever-slackening grip on his ankles, "Someone help me! I’m being eaten alive! Oh God, help!"
The grip on his legs gave way completely, and he slumped to the floor (although he was already on the floor), gasping, arms still outstretched from his effort to escape. His mouth felt dry, and he closed his eyes with exhaustion.
The sound of hurried clawsteps heading in his direction was music to his ears. Two other kritters, both fairly small in stature, rushed over to him. One of them attempted to help him to his feet, while the other looked on in wonder. The onlooker took a brief glance around the area and then looked back to his injured fellow lizard. "The…m-murderer! The kritter eater!" he exclaimed, tugging on the arm of the other kritter (who was being useful in helping the injured lizard stand up), "Look at his leg…it’s awful!"
The injured lizard was promptly dropped back onto the floor when his helper looked at the leg that had felt the sensation. Almost all the flesh from below his knee had been eaten away. It had actually been quite a clean job, but this didn’t make the three lizards feel any better.
"We’re all gonna die!" the former onlooker squealed, hopping up and down while pointing at the savaged limb.
The once helpful kritter was almost lost for words. The only word that slipped out of his mouth was "nuts…"
A sudden burst of laughter almost caused three simultaneous heart-attacks for the lizards. The injured kritter propped himself up on his arms and looked around – the voice came from everywhere. Had anyone else in the factory heard it? "Th-that’s him…that’s the voice…" he gasped.
"Hmm, now let me see…" the voice pondered, clearly wanting to distract them in some way, "I think I know quite a bit about you three. Where shall I begin?"
The smallest of the kritters (the former onlooker) was squealing like a cornered mouse.
"Firstly…Simon, born on the 29th of December, Capricorn…you’re organised and realistic. Secondly, Barry…born on the…22nd of May, Gemini…you’re youthful, quick and inquisitive. And of course, Darien…"
At the mention of his name, the former onlooker nearly passed out.
"…you are…Cancer, born on the 21st of July…aha, you’re a typical Cancer. You’re caring, protective…and too easily hurt. How nice…"
Barry finally found some words to say. "What are you trying to do to us?" he asked, turning in a small circle to try to find the source of the voice. He almost tripped over Simon, who was still gasping on the floor. Darien was in the process of biting his claws off in his fright.
"Oh, and there’s another thing I know about you all." the voice continued, as though it was making a firm point, or was about to, "You are all about to die."
Something sharp and almost invisible shot through the air and plunged straight into Barry’s chest. Only Darien had seen it coming, and he was screaming louder than Barry was. The object had been some kind of poisoned crystal shard, as Barry observed when he pulled it out of his flesh. Blood trickled down it and onto the floor, and this was the last thing he saw. His world faded into black, and he slumped to the floor, killed by the fast-working poison. His eyes were closed, and his mouth showed the signs of a slight smile. The crystal grasped in his claw vanished now that its task was complete.
Darien wasn’t aware of it, but a psychic kremling was hovering about twenty feet in the air just behind him. Grinning at the sight of his prey, Tobias waved his slender right hand in front of his face and clenched it into a fist.
Darien screamed and clutched his head, doubling over with the pain. It was as though twenty skewers were being stabbed through his skull, and he felt as though his spine was breaking. The pain was too much, and he passed out from horror. Tobias cackled and clapped his claws together, sending a white-hot surge of energy through the kritter’s body. This pain seemed to wake him up, but he wasn’t really controlling himself. He twitched madly on the floor, muttering something and dribbling saliva from the corners of his mouth. His eyes were open, and thick bloody lines spread from the corners of his eyes towards the pupil – he looked like he had really bloodshot eyes. The bloody veins in his eyes were visibly throbbing, and his whole head was pulsing.
The last kritter, Simon, was trying to stand up on his legs, but this was made difficult because he could only really use one of them. He stood up, but immediately stumbled backwards and crashed into a pile of thick metal chains. He could barely stand to watch Darien’s suffering, and he tried to raise his head to look at Tobias. The dark lizard was obviously having plenty of fun – the thoughts of becoming more gentle and loveable were far from his mind. Torture was what he wanted. To make these remaining lizards suffer as much as possible.
Slowly, he hovered down to the floor to be level with his two remaining victims. He stood directly opposite Simon, feet apart, mouth open in an evil, bloodthirsty grin. "Hello, Simon…and how are you?"
"Keep away from me!" the victim yelled, trying to run but finding he couldn’t. He collapsed back onto the floor, gasping for breath. Darien was in an even worse condition – his eyeballs looked as though they were going to pop out at any moment. Either that, or his head was going to explode.
Darien was ignored by Tobias for the time being. Simon had been his original victim, and Tobias could be very stubborn when he needed to be. Which was often.
Slowly, Tobias advanced towards Simon, who was clutching what remained of his left leg and moaning with pain. As the dark lizard drew closer, the terrified kritter noticed that he had blood on his lips and teeth…blood from his leg, no doubt. Well, he was not going to be getting the rest of him.
As though he could tell what Simon was thinking (and he jolly well could), the predator darted towards his victim and grabbed onto his shoulders. Slowly, he lifted the kritter up into a standing position, using a surprising amount of strength to keep him upright.
"What are you going to do to me?…" the kritter wheezed, staring deeply into Tobias’ beautiful eyes. Something was going to happen – the kritter could sense it. When he had pulled away from the frightening grip, he had thought he had escaped from death…but that wasn’t the case. Here he was, being held upright by the very lizard who was about to test out a new strategy…
"Tell me, you…bastard…" Simon choked, feeling quite dizzy all of a sudden. There seemed to be at least three ‘Tobiases’ surrounding him.
Tobias took a deep breath and gazed at the kritter’s throat, calculating something. There was nobody else coming to the rescue, so he had all the time in the world…until morning, anyway.
He suddenly darted his head forward at the kritter’s neck, mouth open, letting out a panther-like snarl. He stabbed his teeth deep into the lizard’s firm neck, piercing through the scales with a force that felt, to the kritter, like that of a train crashing into a brick wall. Tobias slowly began to close his jaws around the neck, feeling the taste of blood reaching his tongue, delighting in this whole new tactic. The kritter was still alive, but not making a sound. He was gritting his teeth together and trying to ignore the pain, for some reason. He glanced weakly over at Darien, a suffering kritter on the floor – the poor little guy was clearly in much more pain than Simon himself. A tear seeped out of his eye as Tobias felt a fresh surge of blood reach his lips – the tear was for Darien, not for himself. If he could have comforted him, he would have, but his voice was long dead.
Tobias was getting rather ticked-off. His victims were getting braver…either that, or he was getting too soft. He wanted to hear a nice scream…but he didn’t get any. Angrily, he slammed his jaws together and pulled sharply away from his victim, ripping his throat out. There was still no reaction from his victim…who slowly closed his eyes and sank to the floor.
"Bloody Hell!" Tobias yelled (after swallowing Simon’s throat, of course), "What is WRONG with everyone? Am I getting too nice or something?"
Angrily, he turned to look at Darien, who was suffering dreadfully. He sighed and walked over to where the young lizard lay, twitching on the floor, dead to the world around him. The whites of his eyes had turned yellow, and a murky red liquid seeped out of his mouth along with the drool. Tobias bent down next to him and scowled.
"Nobody ever gives me pleasure any more…" he grunted. He reached down to Darien’s face and gently stroked his cheek, as though he was stroking a cat. He then leaned down right next to his face and planted a lick on his cheek.
Why the Hell did I do that? Am I going mad?
Now angry with himself, Tobias yelled a curse at the top of his voice, determined not to go soft on this kritter. He reached down to Darien’s right eye and ran a claw along the milky yellow orb (along with its bloody veins). Darien couldn’t feel it. He may have been alive, but he was very much dead and suffering.
Tobias closed his hand around Darien’s right eyeball and pressed down on it, squeezing his claws behind the eye, and then he pulled with a short, sharp force. There was a snap, and Tobias had an eyeball resting in the palm of his hand. He held it up to his face and looked casually at it. It was…looking at him. Pitifully…it was indeed looking at him.
Alright…I’ve had my fun…
He closed his eyes and hissed…and Darien stopped struggling. His body was still. Tobias reached down to him and closed his left eye…but a yearning was still in his mind. He had to do something properly…
***
Upstairs, something unusual was going on again. As was usual, the gentle snoring coming from King K. Rool’s room was the only real sound. The atmosphere in the corridor was sinister and quiet…the slightest movement produced the loudest noise.
As Amy wandered along the corridor, she bumped into a wall. This time, she felt almost totally blind as she sleep-walked. It had been a long and painful process making her way up the stairs. Yawning gently, she placed a claw against the wall, trying to get her balance back. Her head was spinning.
From a nearby door, she heard the sound of voices – someone must have woken up. She would have been worried if she had actually been fully conscious.
"Oh man, there’s something out there!" said a young male voice, "I’m gonna go check it out, Okay Dad?"
There was a loud yawn, followed by a tired voice that Amy recognised. "Alvin…it’s late…we can…see what it is…in the…morning…just go to sleep."
The young male creature growled. "Daaad…my name is ‘Kasplat’, remember?"
"Oh Alvin, go to sleep!" snapped a female voice, also young, "Daddy’s sleepy, and you’re waking everyone up!"
"Huh? What?" said a new young voice, "Who’s yelling?"
The most mature voice in the room came back, slightly irritated. "Look, kids, let’s all just go to sleep, Okay? As I…said…" he continued, beginning to trail off again, "…we can see what it is in the…mor…morning…"
Amy smiled sleepily and continued down the corridor as the squabble in that room died down. She felt so strangely happy…and so giddy…her eyes were glazed over, and her claws groped the side of the corridor as she hugged the wall, trying not to lose her balance again. Another yawn…so sleepy…so cold…so unaware…
Clumsily, she reached in front of her for the door handle. She had arrived outside K. Rool’s chamber again. She missed twice, but was finally able to grasp the handle firmly in her right claw. Once again, she could feel two strong forces pulling at her mind. Something cold and dark was pulling her forward, making her turn the door handle slowly…and a warm, welcoming something was pulling her away from the door and back towards her own room, safe beneath the main factory hall. She felt the extreme contrast between the forces, she knew they were trying to pull her in different directions, but she couldn’t do anything. She had a feeling Tobias was playing with her mind again…he wanted Krusha to catch her doing something awful. Poor Krusha. If he caught her in bed with the King or snuggling with the General, he wouldn’t know what to do. He would be too childlike and innocent to understand it. He had even been puzzled by his own actions earlier, so goodness knows how upset and perplexed he would be.
Don’t worry, dear…you’ll be Okay…
She gulped. Someone was talking to her…someone…kind. She stopped in her tracks for a moment, and glanced around, dreamily. This room…she always felt so comfortable in this room. Like she had slept there before…like she had made love to someone very dear in that bed…
I’m going to take care of you…
"Oh, my head…" She placed a claw to the side of her skull and clenched her teeth…her headache was causing her dreadful pain…it was as though she was being told to do so many different things at once that her head was going to burst. She gasped and swallowed, gradually gaining more of her senses back. She was waking up, and yet she was still in another world.
A sharp pull in her brain made her stagger forward, and she almost lost her footing. The pain was mounting. Trying to keep her balance, she held her arms out to her sides. She felt another stabbing pain.
No…I won’t let this happen…
"Someone help me…" Suddenly, a feeling of pain, so incredible that it made her feel as though she was being mauled by a band of rabid hyenas, ripped through the middle of her body. She clenched her claws together so tightly that it drew blood, and she collapsed to the floor, twitching and gasping. Two forces departed from her body. A dark purple vapour rose from the top of her head and vanished into nothing. As she hit the floor, a pale pink mist spread out from her chest and drifted over to K. Rool’s bed. As the mist touched him, K. Rool’s body tensed, and he smiled. Still asleep, he stroked the pillow next to his, and moved his position so that his snout touched the fabric. "Crystal…"
The mist spread around the King’s body and enveloped him, gently. The expression of contentment on his face was really beautiful, and he gently stroked Crystal’s pillow, deep in a dream.
It’s alright…everything is Okay now…just sleep, my love…
K. Rool smiled and moved closer to the pillow, still stroking it. A small tear trickled out of his eye. "Oh, Crystal…I thought I would never…never see you…again…"
Over on the floor, not far from the bed, lay Amy, asleep. She breathed gently, unaware of where she was and what she had almost done. She didn’t care…the harmful hold on her was gone, and she was so tired…
Unknown to her, in the bed, K. Rool was living some of his fondest loving memories once more. He sighed, overwhelmed with happiness, being able to feel his wife beside him again. He could feel her and smell her alongside him…he didn’t care if it was a dream. He didn’t care if it was a result of insanity. All he knew was that Crystal was there with him in some way, and he didn’t intend to let her go ever again.
Until morning, my love…
TO BE CONTINUED…
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:35:37 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:35:37 GMT 10
Tobias II : Part 6
By Klumpy
K. Rool woke up the next morning feeling incredibly refreshed. Yawning, he slowly sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. "Ah, what a pleasant dream…" he sighed, "I really felt that Crystal was with me again. Such dreams are always welcome." He blinked and looked around the room, but there was no sign of Crystal. Sadly, it had definitely been a dream…but it had felt so real…
He was rather shocked, however, to see Amy asleep on the carpet. She was curled up, cosily, and didn’t seem to have a care in the world. She was sleeping as calmly as though she was asleep in her own bed.
"Miss Croc?" She didn’t respond, so he clambered out of bed and ambled over to her. He stood over her, but she kept sleeping. "Amy, are you alright? Wake up." He gently prodded her with his toe-claws, and she began to stir. He had been slightly worried about her. "Good morning, Miss. What are you doing on my floor?"
She yawned and stretched out her limbs. "I’m…sleeping…Sir…"
"For Heaven’s sake, Amy, if you want to lie-in this morning, please do it in your own room." He crossed his arms and looked down at her, poking her with his foot again.
"Yes, Sir…I’m getting up…" Still yawning, she got to her feet and leant up against K. Rool for balance. "I’m sleepy, Sir."
"Well, I respect that, but please leave." Despite that he was meant to be annoyed with her, he was smiling broadly as he spoke. He looked as though something marvellous had happened to him.
She shook her head to wake herself up a little more, and looked curiously at him. He looked…unnatural. "Are you alright, Sir?"
"Yes, perfectly fine, my dear. I couldn’t be better. Now, what say you get out of my bedroom and enjoy your weekend?"
She smiled. "Oh, of course…right away, Sir."
As she turned to leave, he spoke up, stopping her in her tracks. "But before you go, I have some…reports for you to file for me." He walked over to a large, ornamental dresser and opened a drawer. Muttering to himself, he searched through a pile of papers inside the drawer, obviously trying to find the aforementioned reports.
"Anything serious, Sir?"
"Oh…just a death report or two." he sighed, pulling a wad of papers out of the dresser and beginning to leaf through them.
"Death? Oh dear."
"Yes…a few kritters have gone missing recently. Kritters are so attentive and punctual…we’re having to file them as dead already." He pulled out a thin wad of paper from the big pile he was holding, and returned the excess into the drawer. "Here we go…the latest case was…yesterday. Kritter #228 vanished yesterday after leaving his appointed sector…all they found of him was a magazine, which I promptly confiscated and ran through a shredder. Disgusting…but some of the other kritters think they saw him leaving with that particular magazine under his arm."
"Right…" she pondered, as he handed her the papers, "…so what do I need to do with these papers?"
He handed her a large box-file, which she took without enthusiasm. "You fill out the death reports for the particular kritters, my dear. I have the statistics of every kritter in that file. Just add the information to the reports so that I can total them to the ever-increasing kritter death tally."
"Whatever you say, Sir. I’ll get going, then." As she waddled towards the door, laden with papers and sheets, someone opened the door and stood in the doorway.
"Ah, Khris, you’re up. A little early to be awake at the weekend, though."
Khris Rool looked rather tired, so it probably was a little early for him to be awake. A band of young cats was gathered around his feet, expectantly. "Dad…do we have any mi…milk?"
K. Rool grinned. "Of course we do. I’m sure there’s some down in the mess hall kitchens." He looked down at the cats, who looked back up at him with big, watery eyes. "Ah, taking part in the work of the animal shelter are we, my son?"
"Well, uh…"
"Daaad," whined one of the cats, looking up at Khris with a confused expression, "what’s this guy talking about? Is he grandpa?"
Khris looked a little stressed. "Er, well-"
"What?!" screamed K. Rool, "What is the meaning of this?! Who are these cats, and why are they standing in my doorway?!"
The smallest cat, who was wearing a black shirt and a beret, whimpered. "Daaad, he’s scaring me…"
"Dad?!" snapped K. Rool, stepping right up to his son, "What is the meaning of this?! Don’t tell me…they’re not from the sanctuary, are they?"
"Well…no."
"Why are you yelling at our Dad?" growled a slightly stocky cat with blue fur, leather pants and spiky black and white hair.
K. Rool clenched his teeth. "Is he your father? If so, I have some questions for him…"
"Had I better leave?" Amy asked, gingerly. She was still clinging to the cargo that her king had given her.
"Yes. Please leave, Miss Croc. I have to discuss something with my son."
Khris laughed nervously. "It’s a funny story, really…"
Not wanting to get further caught up in this situation, Amy squeezed past Khris through the doorway and walked briskly along the corridor. She had yet to check on Tobias…
***
When Amy entered her room, Tobias was sitting quietly on her bed. Afraid that she was still mad about yesterday, he lowered his head, showing that he meant no harm. His long feathery ears hung at the sides on his head, limp. His tail stopped wagging. However, she didn’t look angry. Actually, he could barely see her face behind the pile of stuff she was carrying. "Need a paw?" he asked, still trying to look harmless.
She staggered over to the bed and let all the papers drop onto it. Tobias had to leap aside as she did so, and he landed nimbly on the floor. "Man, death reports…I tell you, Toby, this promotion might not be quite as fun as I had hoped." She looked down at Tobias with a huff. "How are you today, then?"
He still couldn’t work out whether or not she was angry. "I’m…fine…and you?"
"I’m Okay. Just tired. Oh, and I woke up in King K. Rool’s bedroom again. I can’t say I enjoyed that. And in local news, King K. Rool’s son is the proud father of a group of kittens. But nothing unusual."
"…Okay…" he grunted. She seemed to be…between emotions.
"Oh, Toby…I feel so tired…and I’ve got to sort out these death reports for some kritters. Not the most fun thing in the world. And then I’ve got to go and get you some new clothes to change your image." She picked up some of the papers and looked at them, aimlessly.
Tobias looked around at the room, over at the pile of clothes by the door. "You’ve got plenty of clothes here."
"You don’t want to wear those clothes, though." she sighed, "They’re mine. I doubt you’d look good in a skirt."
"You never know…"
"Forget it. I’ll get you your own clothes. I need to get your measurements, though." She pointed over towards her small desk. "There’s a tape-measure in one of those drawers. I need you to measure yourself for me, since I’m busy." She opened the box-file and turned to the page of kritter #228, and started to casually fill out the death report with a fountain pen.
Over by the desk, Tobias slowly morphed back into his real self. It was a great relief to get rid of those floppy ears… His markings came back first, and his soft fur was sucked back into his elbows, tail and stomach. He stood upright once again, and he was glad of it. "Man…it feels good to be my normal height again." He reached into the top drawer of the desk and pulled out a long tape-measure. "How many measurements do you want?"
"As many as possible…" she said, keeping her eyes on the page in front of her.
"Okay, then." He wrapped the measure around his slim stomach, and then around his upper left arm.
Just as she put her pen to the paper to state the date of birth, a loud burst of static came from the intercom speaker in the top corner of her room. After a few more moments of crackling, K. Rool’s voice was heard. He sounded distraught. "Amy, please report back to my chamber instantly – it’s urgent! Please hurry!" He then faded out into static again.
Everything was so sudden that Amy’s body didn’t quite know how to function. She blinked a few times before getting up from her desk. "Oh dear. I’d better get up there. Now Toby," she added, turning to the taller lizard, "please be good while I’m gone. I’ll be back as soon as possible, Okay?" She then turned and briskly marched out of the door, closing it firmly behind her without another word.
Tobias watched her as she left, and then turned his attention back to the tape measure. He looked down at it, and then wrapped it around his thigh, getting the measurement. "Man…am I really that fat?" he pondered, looking at the reading, "Oh well. I can always diet." He was obviously oblivious to the fact that he was practically a skeleton. He folded the tape measure up and placed it back on Amy’s desk, not really bothered to find out how ‘bloated’ he really was. There had to be something for him to do while she was away. He was feeling somewhat lazy, but he also felt hungry. Again. And when he was hungry, he was dangerous. "Hmm…there has to be something for me to do that’d get my mind off food…"
Looking around the room for some hints as to what to do, his eyes strayed onto Amy’s pile of clothes. They had probably just been cleaned, as they had been folded and didn’t look dirty – she probably just had nowhere else to put them.
"Yes…that might work." he thought out loud. Wringing his claws together, he walked over to the pile of clothes and bent down to have a look. They were mainly shirts, skirts and pants, with the odd T-Shirt or dress. She must have just done some mass dry cleaning if all of her stuff was lying on the floor, just waiting to be worn. "Hey…quite nice." He picked up a long white dress and had a look at it – there was a rim of sequins going around the neck and the hem, so it might have been an evening dress, although it appeared to be something to be worn in bed rather than at dinner.
This dress, along with a few other things in the pile, was something that had been an impulse buy. Amy had never really worn it more than once, and it looked as though it had just come off the rack. Maybe that was because it had just been cleaned, but it looked very stylish. It was a long dress, and was probably a bit too big for her. Tobias noted this as he held the dress up against himself, noting that it came down to just above his ankles.
"Hmm…I might be able to use this…" Still holding it up against himself, he twirled around in a circle, causing the base of the dress to float gracefully. Yep, it seemed to be a mixture of a dinner dress, a nightdress and a dancing dress all in one. Now there’s value for money. "Yes…this will be very useful…if I could only…"
Some hurried footsteps suddenly passed outside the room. Tobias, petrified at the thought of someone marching in while he was admiring a lady’s dress, delved into the pile of clothes and tried to hide himself underneath, breathing slowly. He really had to be less nervous…
Luckily for him, the footsteps went past the door and continued along the corridor. Still, he was too nervous to come out from hiding until a gentle whirring sound informed him that the someone had taken the elevator up to the main factory hall. He waited a few moments longer before emerging, his eyes darting around the room in case someone leapt out at him.
"…where was I? Oh yeah…" He picked the dress up again and looked at it, trying to work out the perfect measurements to fit into it…of course, it was slightly too short for him to wear in his current state, so he’d have to make a few changes.
Concentrating hard, closing his eyes, he began to change his form. He lowered his head slightly, deep in concentration, hoping that he would be able to transform without collapsing into some kind of coma. It had been getting harder and harder for him to do this sort of thing as of late…but he was going to try anyway. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his pupils dilated completely, leaving no trace of his gorgeous blue irises. He kept his faraway stare going as he raised his claws to his chest, and gently placed the tips of his fingers against his skin. He had to clench his teeth to prevent himself from screaming from the agonising pain that suddenly ripped through the whole of his body, and he doubled over, not breathing, still trying to concentrate. He closed his eyes tightly and dug his claws into his skin. The feeling of his bones scraping and changing was agonising, and he wanted to scream as loud as possible, or, at the very least, curse a few times, but he was in too much pain to do either of those things…and yet he felt as though he wanted to keep going.
All of a sudden, the pain spread right from the tips of his toes and out the top of his head, and then it was gone. He was left with a warm, yet cool, feeling throughout the whole of his body, which also departed through the top of his head, making it feel as though a cascade of water was flowing out of his scalp. He smiled slightly, still standing up, as his body made the final changes. He felt so cool and fresh…like Spring’s first daisy.
"Ah…good…it’s over…I didn’t feel a thing." Still smiling slightly, he opened his eyes and lifted his claws off his chest, looking down at his new body. His smile broadened. "Hello…well, aren’t I looking good?"
Eagerly, he bounded over to Amy’s desk again, looking at himself in Amy’s mirror. He looked nothing like himself…he looked like a completely different lizard…he was female.
"My God, I could be the next cover-girl for that Playboy magazine with this body…" He turned sideways, still looking at himself. His scales weren’t black any more, as he had expected, and were, in fact, yellow. His chest plates and stomach were just a paler shade of yellow. All of the black in his body had flowed out through his head, as he now had a long cascade of black hair flowing over his back and shoulders. His irises were back to normal, and were still blue. His voice was fairly deep, but he certainly didn’t sound male any more. Once again looking down at his body, he ran his claws over his newly-formed breasts, grinning. "Wow…this is so cool. I may be pumped full of oestrogen, and I may have a sudden urge to watch a Brad Pitt movie, but I’ve grown some nice boobs." As he said that last word, he sblack personed to himself. "Man…I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before. I bet these things are really going to annoy me soon."
Having established what his new body meant to him, he picked up Amy’s dress again and slipped it over his head. He didn’t bother to look for a bra, as he knew for a fact that he was a much larger size than Amy now. He straightened out the dress and looked at himself in the mirror again, pushing some strands of hair behind his cheek. "Well, now that I look the part, I need to get moving. I’m sure there’s something else I need to sort out-" As he said so, he took a step sideways, and promptly fell over. He growled. "Right…females have their legs together. I can do that…oh, why the Hell did I decide to do this in the first place?" Although it took him some time, he got back to his feet and started towards the door, being careful with each step he took. It was surely only a matter of time before he got used to it…or so he hoped…and now was the time to put his new-found abilities into action.
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 2:35:55 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 2:35:55 GMT 10
A lone kritter, who had been on his way to the bathroom, was quite surprised when a beautiful female kremling approached him. She looked as though her co-ordination needed some work, but she was still a really lovely sight. Curious, the kritter walked up to her and extended a claw. "Hello, Miss. Do you require some assistance?"
He didn’t notice that she grinned somewhat wickedly when he said this. "Oh. Er…well, I guess you could say I’m slightly lost…"
He smiled, but didn’t try to get too cosy with her. He just seemed friendly. "May I be so bold as to ask for your name?"
Tobias in disguise swallowed at this comment. However, she had to appear calm, or the kritter might get suspicious. "My name? Oh, sure…my name is…Sabrina."
The kritter appeared delighted to hear that. "Ah, Sabrina. What a nice name. So, if you’re lost, may I escort you to your destination?"
The name Sabrina had just been lurking at the back of her head, but it was a good enough one for her. Although she was really a ‘he’, she’s a ‘she’ in this part to avoid confusion. "Oh, yes…well…I hear that one of my friends lives here. She recently had a promotion, and I would like very much to wait in her room and, er, surprise her."
"Promotion? Oh yeah, Amy. King K. Rool’s been telling us all about her recently, and it’s been getting a bit boring. But never mind that. I happen to know that she lives below this level, so I’ll take you downstairs, shall I?"
She held her claws behind her back, looking innocent. "If you would…" She quickly tried to think of a pet name that a female might use. "…sugar."
The kritter raised an eyebrow. "…er, thankyou."
"May I take your arm…I’m having a bit of difficulty walking right now."
He smiled and held out his arm so that she could hook her arm through it. "Of course." With her clinging onto him, he wandered over to the main elevator, which was really just a rising circular platform, and stood on it with her. He pressed a button on a small control panel, and it began to descend. Sabrina had only just come up from the downstairs level, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Nobody else was downstairs, so she could get him on his own…a perilous situation if you’re a kritter and you happen to be with Tobias. "Are you new around here?" asked the kritter, "Only I haven’t seen you before."
"Yes…I only just arrived today." she said. She hated having to think of things so quickly. "Amy’s a friend of mine."
"Yeah…" sighed the kritter, "She’s nice. But she’s Krusha’s, so I keep well away."
They arrived at the lower level, and the downstairs corridor loomed in front of them, dimly lit. It was strange for such little light to be in the corridor, especially at this time of day, but no comment was made. It just made Tobias/Sabrina feel all the more evil…
The two of them stepped off the platform and walked along the corridor together. The kritter looked at the doors as they passed, pondering. "One of these doors is Amy’s, but I’m not sure which." He gently pulled his arm away from Sabrina and saluted her. "Good day, madam. I trust you can find your way from here."
She growled under her breath. She was not going to let him get away at any cost. Brushing some stray locks of hair out of her face, she put her other claw on her hip. It was great to have real hips for once…
"Look here, kritter, I’m not going to beat around the bush any more. Since you are apparently on some kind of break, you’ll have time to sort something out for me."
He blinked at her. "Er…I guess."
Smiling at her little victory, she stepped over to where the door to her old room was. She opened it slowly and took a small step inside, beckoning to him. "Come here." Strange though it may have sounded, she wasn’t male any more. She didn’t feel peculiar doing this, as she was completely female now. This was Sabrina, and Tobias was long gone…apart from the killer instinct.
The kritter grinned. "Pardon me, Miss, but I do believe you are trying to seduce me."
"Shut the Hell up and get over here!" she snapped, and he didn’t need to be told twice (mainly because she sounded like she might bite his head off). She turned and walked through the doorway into her darkened room, and stood over by the bed, trying to entice him to approach her…which he did. He didn’t show any signs of fear at being coaxed into a dark bedroom by someone he didn’t even know, which Sabrina found quite unnerving.
"So...what now?" he asked, gazing at her.
She grinned, baring a set of sharp, white teeth. "Oh, I can assure you than this is going to be a whole lot of fun…" Moving slowly, somewhat to keep his attention and somewhat to avoid falling over again, she walked behind a thin panel, which had been put there before Tobias had first arrived on the scene. It was, of course, for getting dressed behind, like a cheap private dressing room. This was absolutely the best way for her to get an easy kill. The kritter watched the screen expectantly, as Sabrina turned on a small light behind it, casting her outline onto the screen and giving the kritter an idea of what she was doing behind it. He watched her silhouette, barely moving, as she unfastened the back of the dress and slowly let it slide down her body, neatly stepping out of it when it dropped to her ankles. Knowing fully well that he could see her every movement, she traced down the line of her body, going over her breasts and down her stomach, onto her perfect hips. "So, are you coming behind here or not?"
The kritter swallowed. "Certainly…after all, it is my break. No loss of mine."
She grinned, waiting for him to approach. "Don’t be so sure of that…"
Not able to hold back any longer, he darted around to the other side of the screen to join her. The sound that followed wasn’t a groan of pleasure, but an agonised scream.
***
"Three more?" she repeated, slightly panicked, "Three more? Just last night?"
K. Rool sighed and nodded, gently stirring his tea with a sthingy. "Yes. I’m afraid that my grandchildren were just having a look around…and they found three bodies. Of course, they told Khris, who told me, so…oh, I don’t know. I had only just dismissed them to leave, when Khris came rushing back up from the main level, jabbering on about three dead kritters. Which is why I had to summon you so urgently…my apologies."
"Oh, no problem, Sir. But…grandchildren? The cats?"
He stopped stirring his tea and held a claw to his forehead, as though he had a fever coming on. "I’m afraid so, yes. I’ve been a grandfather quite some time now, yet no-one informed me. I like cats alright, so it could be worse…but they’re so full of energy, they make me feel a hundred years old. And aren’t cats meant to be lazy?"
Amy just smiled. "I’m sure they’ll calm down, Sir. I mean, after discovering that your grandfather is a king, anyone would be excited."
Smiling back at her, K. Rool picked up his tea from his bedside table. "Now, about these kritters. I’ve already sent some other kritters to…remove the remains, but I need three more death reports. I also need to have the families contacted. Would you mind doing that for me?"
"…calling their families and telling them about the deaths? Sir, I’m not sure if I could comprehend doing that."
From the way that statement passed over him, she didn’t think he would change his mind. "I’d do it myself, but I don’t want to, and my son and grandchildren are still in hysterics. Not to mention that Klump’s suffering from depression and Krusha’s a moron. And of course, there is the simple fact that you are now my secretary."
She groaned. "Oh, alright. Have you got the kritter’s serial numbers for me, then? Or do I have to guess?"
He handed her a torn piece of paper from his bedside table, holding his teacup in the other claw. "I have all three numbers jotted down here. They died under very strange circumstances, though. One of them had apparently been shot or stabbed, another had one eye missing, and the remains of the last one show that he died quite a grizzly death. Maybe it was more than one attacker, I don’t know. Just don’t tell the families how their loved ones died. Don’t explain anything, just tell them and go."
"Of course, Sir. I’ll get right on it."
"And do not enter my son’s room. If he’s recovered, he’ll still be trying to calm down the cats. The smallest one with the beret was in a very frightened state."
She nodded. "Yes, Sir. I’ll just go back downstairs…I won’t bother either of you." She turned and left the room, allowing K. Rool to once again concentrate on his tea.
It had been a very eventful day, and it wasn’t even the afternoon yet. Bodies found, then more bodies found. Where were they all coming from? She had an inkling that it was something she actually knew about, but that possibly she was denying it. Nothing had changed recently that might have sparked off the sudden mass murders that had happened…with the exception of Tobias returning, but he was going to turn over a new leaf. He had been so determined about it. He couldn’t possibly have changed his mind…although he had tried to break up her and Krusha again…but no…it couldn’t be. Maybe it was someone trying to frame Tobias. It could have been that nasty brother that Tobias talked about. As this seemed logical, Amy believed it, and happily continued along the corridor, slipping the piece of paper into her pocket.
As she passed Khris’ room, the door swung open, and a nervous-looking Khris peered out into the corridor. Amy just looked at him, not wanting to make any kind of comment, as he looked as though he was on the run from the police. She had never seen eyes so wide before, and he looked quite creepy. When he saw her, he stepped out into the corridor, holding a small cat firmly in his claws. She was quite surprised when he held it out to her.
"Er, no thanks. You can keep your cat."
He growled slightly at her. "For your information, this is a kitten. And can you please hold him for a second? He won’t stop crying."
Confused, she took the kitten from him. It instantly clung onto her with its claws, whimpering and meowing pitifully. It was wearing a little black shirt and a beret, which both fitted it nicely. "How sweet. You’ve dressed up your kitten."
"No, their mom did that. The others are just about recovering, but Kirby’s still upset. And I’ve got a headache…" He placed a claw to his head to emphasise this. "My two days away from school, and I end up finding some dead bodies and having to care for six hysterical cats…they’re usually much more calm."
The kitten that Amy was holding squeaked and dug its claws into her shirt. "Dead! They’re dead…dead…" it sobbed. Amy stoked its back gently, and it began to calm down. "…d-dead…dead…d…dad?"
Khris looked at it. "Yeah?"
"Th-they were…d…d…dead…"
"I know they were. Come here." It eagerly climbed over to Khris and clambered up his arm, where it sat down on his shoulder. "Good boy…" He turned to Amy. "Man, how’d you do that? A minute ago he was raving on about cadavers and corpses."
"Oh, I didn’t do anything. But if my job is done, I really need to go and file these death reports." She looked up the kitten, who seemed very content on the larger lizard’s shoulder. "See you around, kitty. My, aren’t you cute? Well, cute or not, I had better be going. See you two around."
Khris looked at the kitten. "Say goodbye, Kirby."
Kirby smiled and waved a paw at Amy, clumsily. "Bye-bye!"
She smiled as she walked away from them, in the direction of the staircase to the main level. Aww, isn’t that cute? she thought to herself, Just like a Teletubby…
***
When she arrived back in her room, Tobias was sitting on the bed in his usual form. He looked quite content, but Amy wasn’t really bothered to find out why. "Hi, Toby. I just need to file three more bloomin’ death reports. At least it’s something for me to do, I guess…but it’s the weekend, I like having nothing to do! And BlackAdder is on tonight, so I hope I’m not too busy."
He watched her as she took out the piece of paper from her pocket and opened up the large box file of kritter information. She flicked a couple of pages, trying to find kritter #516’s page. She still hadn’t really begun work on the other report yet, so she needed to get a move-on before any other bodies were found. Tobias just watched, not offering to help. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Yeah. I haven’t eaten anything all day. I’ll grab some toast in a minute. My mother sent me some luuurvely British bread, so I’ll use that." She kept her snout buried in the file the whole time.
"Okay. I’ve got my measurements, if you need them. I wrote them down on the back of that old envelope."
She looked briefly sideways to see a bent white envelope with numbers and words written on them, telling her all of Tobias’ dimensions. "Oh, thanks. As soon as I have time, I’ll go and get you some nice things to wear. Trousers are a necessity. Er…pants."
"Right, pants."
She smiled slightly, still writing the first report. "For us, ‘pants’ are underwear." she sblack personed.
"Yeah…you say tap, I say faucet…"
She still didn’t stop writing. "I say pavement, you say sidewalk."
"I say butt, you say bum…"
She giggled. "Yeah. Sit on yer bum. Heh…’bum’ sounds fatter than ‘butt’. A butt sounds firm."
"Hmm…I say rutabaga, you say swede…"
"Rutabaga’s a nicer word. I use it in place of a swear word sometime."
"You say ‘can’t’ like the word ‘car’."
"And you say it like an ‘eh’ sound."
He paused for a moment. "Why are we doing this?"
"I don’t know. Let’s just stop." She held up the report in front of her and looked at it, checking to see that she had filled in all the fields…and she had…except the space underneath the heading ‘Cause of Death’. She sighed and held her pen to her mouth. She thought for a moment before tactfully writing ‘Unknown’. "Well, that’s number one done. Just…one, two, three…a few more to go. You don’t mind, do you Toby?"
He shook his head. "No. I’ll just hang around. I’m ready to relax for a while."
She grinned. "Exhausted, eh?"
Grinning back, he closed his eyes contentedly. "No…I just find it easy to get to sleep on a full stomach…"
TO BE CONTINUED…
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 6:13:56 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 6:13:56 GMT 10
Tobias II : Part 8 By Klumpy "Toby, where have you been all day?" asked Amy upon the dark lizard’s sudden arrival, "I’ve been worried sick!" She rushed over to him, anxiously trying to see if he had been doing anything illegal. "Hey, don’t worry, I’ve just been doing some soul-searching…you know, going back to all my old hangouts, that style of thing." Although this was only partially true, he didn’t feel like mentioning TJ to Amy, and definitely didn’t want to reveal that he had been talking to and training the younger lizard all afternoon. It was quite nice to be away from all of TJ’s energy, however, as it made Tobias feel older than he actually was. "Oh, Okay. I picked up some clothes for you, so if you want to try them on…" She picked up a large plastic bag from beside her bed and searched through it as Tobias looked on. After a while of rummaging, she gave up and tipped the bag upside-down, letting all the clothes fall onto the carpet. "Right, I picked up a variety of stuff, since I wasn’t sure what might suit you. Feel free to try them on, I can always return them tomorrow." He shrugged and picked up a T-shirt, holding it up against himself. "I think I’ll look weird in clothes." "They couldn’t make you look worse." He glared at her, at which she giggled nervously. "…sorry, I didn’t mean it like that." "No problem." He slung the T-shirt over his arm and picked up a pair of jeans. "Man, I’m gonna look like John Travolta." "Yeah, if he was a lizard." He took his yin-yang pendant off reluctantly and tried to get the T-shirt on over his head. He had obviously not worn clothes for a long time. She watched as he straightened the T-shirt and leapt up and down, trying to get the jeans on. "These things are so annoying!" he growled, falling backwards onto the floor, still trying to pull the jeans on. After a few more moments of wriggling, the jeans were on, and he fastened them proudly. Because they were new, and therefore quite stiff, he had a few problems getting up, but he was finally on his feet again…looking completely different. "Well, you look lovely. Sorry if the jeans are tight, but they flatter you." She walked around him, looking at him from all angles. He looked like your average high-school heart-throb…with scales, of course. "I think clothes could become you." Suddenly, he grabbed hold of her and held her in his arms, tilting her backwards slightly as though they were in the middle of a dance. "Well, how about a change of outfit for you, darling?" Her eyes widened. "What is up with you?" "How about taking this shirt off altogether, baby?" That comment earned him an aggressive glare. "Tobias, get off. What have you been doing today?" "Nothing, ‘cept longing for your body, sweetheart." "Tobias, let go." "Kiss me, Amy…kiss me hard…" She pulled away from him and put her claws on her hips, staring angrily at him. "Have you been sniffing something?" He stepped away from her, nervously, wringing his hands. His eyes were bulging more than usual. "I…I’m so sorry…I…don’t know why I did that." Warily, she kept his eyes on him, and a faint blush crossed his cheeks. "I didn’t mean to do that. It’s been a…funny day." The frown didn’t leave her face. "…are the trousers Okay?" "Yeah, they’re…kinda tight. And the T-shirt is…er…well, it brings out the color of my eyes." He looked down at himself. "Yeah, I like this Okay." "Well, help yourself to the stuff." Her face was still solemn, as though he had just committed the ultimate sin. "If there are parts you don’t like…I’ll…just…" Slowly, as she spoke, her morose expression melted away and became a soft, seductive one. She smiled. "Wow…is it hot in here?" "I don’t think so." He watched her, confused. He wasn’t manipulating her, and she certainly hadn’t been controlling him when he had tried to seduce her. Maybe it was something in the room. "Amy, maybe you should sit down for a moment." "Why?" she asked, "Is there something wrong?" "I just think you should rest for a minute…there’s something funny here." He took the T-shirt off and looked at his chest for a moment before running his claw across it. He sniffed his claw, and picked up a very faint smell, like incense, on his palm. Even that small sniff sent a warm wave of passion through his body. "Hmm…there’s something funny, and smelly, on me. Hey Amy, smell this." "I’m not smelling your hand, Toby. I have far more dignity- although, I’d be happy if you’d let me smell your tail…" "Amy, please don’t do this." She blinked as the feeling suddenly vanished, leaving only a faint sense of longing. "…goodness, that was strange. My tail is tingling…I feel all excited…" Feeling suddenly vulnerable, she crossed her arms. "I wish Krusha was here…" "You can be with him later. For now, have a sniff of this." She didn’t have any moral objections, so she obliged. The smell that filled her nostrils was new to her, although the sensations were familiar. It made her cough. "Goodness. That must be an aphrodisiac. Where did you pick it up?" It came as a shock to him. "Aphrodisiac?" "Yeah…it has the same effect on us crocs that our natural musty, musky scent glands make…except that it’s not coming from either of us." "Well, I have no idea where it might have come from. I haven’t handled anything like that." He sniffed his palm again, and then wiped it on the leg of his jeans. "I better wash this off before I try forced mating upon you." She grinned. "Yeah, but this is Kongo Bongo, not Africa, so I think you’d get arrested for it." Despite that reality, he still would have loved to try it. He unfastened the jeans and took them off. "Do you think I could sneak a quick shower? Or a bath?" "Klump and Krusha usually have a talk in the kitchen at this time, and then they go straight to bed. You shouldn’t be disturbed, and it is kinda late, so they might be getting to bed rather soon…sure, just sneak down the hall to the bathroom. Be sure to lock the door." He smiled. "Thanks. You’re the best." Eager to get the smell off, although he liked the idea of having Amy all over him, he approached the door. Before he left, he turned around again. "When I get back, I’ll try some more of those clothes, I promise." "Sure. If you get back late, don’t be surprised if I’m already asleep. I had a traumatic encounter with George W. Bush in the cake shop." He stared at her. "George Bush? Does he live here?" "No, I was kidding. But I did have a bad time with some single male lizard when I was buying your clothes. Let’s just say he won’t be having any kids in the future." Tobias still stared. "Don’t you have some bathing to do?" "Yeah, see you later." He shot her a victory sign before leaving the room and creeping down the corridor towards the bathroom. It was empty, so no problem. Locking the door behind him, he smiled at the prospect of a long, hot bath in total privacy…although having Amy join him wouldn’t have spoiled things in the least bit. *** "Hey, I’ve never noticed the way this rooms smells before." said TJ, making conversation with his faithful thingyatoo, Powder, who watched him from on top of a bookshelf, "Just when that Tobias guy and me came back here, I smelled…well…I smelled all these different things. Like these things." He picked up a small wooden box from the table beside him and lifted the lid. A pile of what looked like dry chopped herbs sat in the bottom. "This stuff smells really cool. It gives me a headache." Powder sighed. "Forget about the smells, TJ, and settle down. If you’re going to hang out with that guy, you are going to need plenty of sleep." "But-" "TJ, bed, now." She ruffled her feathers. Although she was trying to sound strict, she was really just peeved that TJ had found someone else to be with other than her. "You’re over-stimulated." "Stimulated? Oh, that reminds me, I found this." He put the box down and picked up a large green book that Tobias had been reading through. He opened a bookmarked page and a wad of what looked like dried grass fell out. He took it into his claw and sniffed it. "Ohhh…this stuff makes you feel soooo good." Powder thingyed her head and flew over to TJ, landing gracefully on his shoulder. He held the grass up to Powder’s beak, and she drew away instantly. "That stuff stinks! What is it?" TJ looked at the open page. "Tobias was going through some of these with me, since he thought they might be interesting…this is a lizard aphrodisiac, affectionately nicknamed ‘Kremnip’. Isn’t it cool?" She sighed. "Whatever floats your boat. Now, are you going to get some sleep?" "And another thing," he continued, as though she hadn’t spoken at all, "That fit of laughing we had earlier…I think one of us might have disturbed some ‘laugh grass’, because it causes momentary fits of laugher when inhaled. It was quite a good thing, though, since otherwise we might not have got along so fast." "TJ, please, get some sleep. I may be your pet, but I’m also your babysitter. Time to start thinking about bed…" "But-" Powder squawked loudly in his ear. "Now, TJ! You can get excited again tomorrow." "Oh, fine. You know, Tobias told me that he’s afraid of going to sleep because of his dreadful nightmares and everything. Poor guy. The black magic torments his every waking moment, and it still bugs him in his sleep…isn’t it cool?" Powder didn’t respond, so he just decided to settle down for the night. He walked over to a large, ragged armchair and sat down on it sideways, so that his head and legs hung over the arms. He closed his eyes, resting his head back to get to sleep. Powder flew up onto the top of the armchair and looked down at him. "Goodnight, TJ." He smiled slightly. "Night…" And, unlike Tobias, he instantly drifted into sleep. *** "Oh, what a relief. I’m so sick of that guy trying to control me." In the downstairs bathroom of King K. Rool’s factory, a female lizard stood up out of the bath. She shook herself and stepped out onto the small bathroom mat, which was there to prevent lizards from slipping as soon as they finished their bath…she was thankful it was there, as her co-ordination was still being formed. As if to give a reason for her clumsiness, a wave of pain shot through her body, and she felt a voice in the back of her head. It was deep and masculine, familiar yet so unknown. "Where the Hell am I? What am I doing?" She snarled and clenched her teeth, forcing the voice out of her head. She held onto the side of the bath to assist with her balance, and things got worse as her vision blurred over at having to suppress such a strong force. It was constantly nagging her, but it could not control her any longer. Satisfied with this, she walked (staggered) over to the sink. She wiped some condensation off the small mirror and looked at herself. She really was astoundingly beautiful. In order to get a fuller image, she stepped back from the mirror, arms out to her sides for balance. She loved her body as much as any male would. Admiring herself was something that she did almost without realising. What other creature in the whole world could offer such delicate shoulders and such tender-looking breasts? None that she knew of. "Okay, I am in control now…I can really do this now. Hang on, what do I want to do?" She clicked her jaws together, thinking. "The last thing I remember…I wanted…to be with Amy after my bath. No, that’s my other part, not me…am I really thinking for myself or not? Am I my own lizard? Or is Tobias just thinking feminine…" It was very confusing. Sabrina felt she was thinking for herself, as though she was a different creature altogether, and yet it could have always just been Tobias with his mind altered…she certainly felt like her own lizard, and she could hear Tobias, her other half at least, wondering what on earth was happening. "Oh well, no point in just standing around all night." Looking at the clock attached to the wall, she saw that it was ten o’ clock. Goodness, how long had she taken in the bath? "Looks like it’s time for me to go get some dinner. No, it’s Tobias’ dinner…which means it’s my- oh Hell, I might as well just go." *** "…may I help you?" Sabrina smiled sweetly. She had been waiting in the hall for a full twenty minutes with no sign of life, but a kritter had finally turned up. This kritter’s scales were of a slight blue color, but even that faint tint was enough to make him very noticeable. "Well, yes, you may. I was wondering if maybe you knew of a…" She thought for a second. "…a kritter called Martin, Libra, born three weeks prematurely." The kritter’s eyes bulged, much like King K. Rool’s left eye does when he’s aggravated or surprised. "…yes, that’s me." "Really?" She tried to sound amazed. "I had no idea! Listen, I have something very important to share with you." He eyed her up, nervously. She had been able to conjure up a short black velvet dress to wear, as she didn’t really like the idea of wandering around naked, and she really looked stunning. The kritter wasn’t sure what kind of action to expect from a girl like that. "…like?" "Well, it’s very important. I think I had better take you somewhere private to tell you." Of course, you sigh, we all know where this is going… A funny expression, somewhere between doubtful and flattered, crossed the kritter’s face. He was a small kritter, so Sabrina was a bit taller than him. She could do anything with him if she got him into the right situation. The thought actually excited him. "Okay…where?" She took his arm and led him around to the right of K. Rool’s platform, in the opposite direction to the factory kitchens and main elevator to the lower level, into a small section of the hall where rusting doorways led off from the main room. It was darker here. These rooms had been in use when King K. Rool had first used the factory practically, but hadn’t been used for years since. The kritter swallowed as Sabrina pulled him into one of the abandoned rooms and closed the door. She had scoped out this area before, so she knew exactly where she was going around the factory. The kritter kept his eyes on her cautiously as she rested her back to the door, showing him that there was no escape from the room. The room itself was pretty bare, he noticed, with a few rusty chairs and a metal floor matching that of the main hall. "…right…so, this news?" His heart thumped. The kritter-eater was at large…but surely this beautiful female wasn’t it… "Well, to tell you the truth…" She approached him now, making sure that her fangs were on view. She looked like a vampire. "…the news…it’s kinda bad." "Oh, what is it?" He hadn’t realised it, but he had been backing away from her, and now he had his back against a solid wall…nowhere to go. She walked right up to him, her body millimetres away from his, and pouted her lips. "It’s very bad news…I’ve been told that you…are going to have all your friends…mad at you…" She spoke slowly, making sure that he watched her mouth as she spoke each word. "Really?" he asked, his voice softer now, "And why?" "They are going to be so jealous of you…" His eyes were now half-closed as he watched her, enchanted. She had been afraid that he might not be so easy to get in with. "…because you are going to see them tomorrow morning…and tell them…that you…have had sex with…the most exclusive female on the whole island…" She then moved forward, pressing her hardening breasts against him, and put her arms around him, clinging to him with all her might. "Oh my God…" he gasped, "I want you…" "Have me then, dude." She leaned all of her weight backwards and fell back onto the floor, dragging the kritter with her, and allowed him to unfasten her dress. "Now, isn’t this nice?" She growled, as he slid the dress down her body and licked her breasts. He panted, heavily, despite having only just started. "Why…are you do…doing this? I’ve never done anything for…you…" Whatever her answer was, he didn’t seem to care, as he instantly buried his face against her chest again. "Oh, but you will…" she purred, "I can tell you that you are going to help me greatly whether you want to or not…" Either he didn’t hear or he wasn’t fazed, as he just continued covering her with saliva. It was getting rather boring, but then again, he was just a kritter. Still, she grinned and kissed him, reaching her tail up eagerly to meet his. Tobias came back briefly for a moment, but then returned to the back of Sabrina’s mind…he waited for the situation to end, sorely wanting to return to Amy’s room and snuggle up beside her…she was much better company than the kritter, Sabrina or not. "Oh, wow, feels so good! Yeah, baby, keep coming for me!" She giggled and continued with their activity, but she groaned inside. Man, where did he learn how to talk during sex? It was enough to make a goldfish vomit… *** "Happy?" The kritter, completely dazed, didn’t get off her. He just groaned, not moving his head from between her breasts. "Oh wow…you were so fabulous…I want you all over again." She pulled out from under him and stood up, instantly. "Not today, thankyou. But anyway, get up, I have something to ask of you." "Anything for you, girl thingy-cat." he gasped, propping himself up on the metal floor. It was a lot less comfortable than the soft skin between Sabrina’s breasts. "Okay, I must go now, but before I do I want to ask you to do me a favor." She looked down at him, hoping for his sake that he was listening. "Mmmhmmm." "Okay, I want you to tell all your kritter pals that if they’re looking for a good time, they can meet me in the main hall tomorrow night, Okay? Doesn’t matter what time, since I don’t have an early bedtime, but it has to be after working hours, got that?" Groggily, he got to his feet, his scales shiny with sweat and Sabrina’s saliva. "Er, I guess so, if that’s all you want." "It is. Now, gotta go, see you some other time-" "Hey, hang on," he interrupted as she began to leave, "Who are you? Can I see you again?" She grinned. "I am Sabrina. Tell your friends that my name is Sabrina. And you can show up tomorrow if you want…" "Thanks, I will. And, er, are you sure you wanna leave without your clothes?" She knew that Tobias would be back as soon as she was out of kritter’s sight, but that wasn’t the reason she wanted to give. She just grinned an even bigger grin. "I’m a nudist. Anyway, I’ll see you soon." She then tore out of the room before the kritter could protest any more. The kritter, sleepy and full of lust, just decided to sleep in the room that night. He lay himself down on the metal floor, using Sabrina’s discarded dress as a pillow, and prepared for a sleep filled with dreams of his recent experience… "Oh yeah, baby…work those hips…" *** The next morning, when Amy left her room, she was surprised to see Klump’s bedroom door wide open. It was a custom of his to close his door, so it probably meant that something was wrong. She had no idea what might have happened, until she recalled what he had told her the day before. She swallowed. "Oh great, what has Katy done now?" she asked herself, knowing fully well that her sister might have done absolutely anything to count as a sin. She had a habit of doing things, and nothing was beyond her. She crept across the corridor and looked into Klump’s room. He was lying on his bed, curled up, whimpering. His blankets were rumpled and untidy, which wasn’t like him either. Slowly, she entered the room. "Klump, are you alright?" The General sighed, lifting his gaze to watch her as she approached his bed. "…yeah…I’m fine…" She sat down on the bed bedside him, and he let out a sob. "Gawd…I’m not fine…I saw somethin’ last night…and…I can’t take it…" "What? Did Katy do something?" He made a high, whining sound. "Yeah…she…she…she was havin’ a p-party and…and she was with some guy…I didn’t actually hang around to see, b-but…" He put his hands on his head, sliding the claws under his helmet and pushing it off, revealing his bare head. He really did look much better with the helmet on. "…I…think she took him to bed with her!" The last statement trailed away into tears. "…oh God…" She reached out and put her claw on his shoulder, although she had to lean over the rest of his body to do so as he was lying down. "I am so sorry…I really didn’t know…I didn’t think she would ever-" "But she did, Okay?" he growled, sitting up on the bed, "She must have been playin’ me even before we broke up…I thought she loved me…" He looked at Amy, sadly. "I really thought she loved me more than anyone else." Amy hated this sort of situation. She had never been in a similar one herself. It was probably beyond Krusha to know how to cheat, and she would never betray him…although Tobias had almost got her there last time he was at the factory, but that was history. Right now, she didn’t know what to say. "Are you going to talk to her about it?" He sighed. "No…I never wanna see her again, niece or not. I don’t ever want to look at her…she’s just a…a…oh, I don’t know what she is. I still love her, but she don’t love me no more." Amy smiled at him, comfortingly. "Do you want some breakfast? I can make toast with British bread." "…Okay. Yeah, toast can solve any problem." She stood up, and he copied her. "You know, I’ll get over this. I just need time to recover." He took a deep breath, and whimpered again. "It’s gonna take the rest of my life to recover from this…we were almost married, y’know. We were gonna start a family together an’ everythin’." She shivered. "…yeah." With regards to having a family, there was something that Katy had never told Klump about. She had, however, told Amy, and despite that it was all over and done with Amy still had to live with knowing a certain secret that Klump had a right to know…and after all that she had said about being his friend. "So…toast?" "Oh, sure. If you set off to the kitchens, I just need to get dressed. This nightie is a bit chilly." She patted his shoulder and went back to her room, glad to be away from the angst in his room. Her room was such a comforting place to be…nothing bad would ever happen to her while she was in her room. Complete safety. Tobias was asleep on her bed, all four legs splayed out to his sides, tail wagging gently. After…doing what he did as Sabrina, he had turned back into himself and had a shower to wash the scent of kritter off his scales (morphing hadn’t destroyed the smell of the stickiness between his legs). After cleaning himself, he had returned silently to Amy’s room, turned back into a Saluki and gone to sleep. Although nightmares continued to plague him, he had been completely exhausted, and was still drowsy now. "Good morning, Toby. Sleep well?" The dog growled. "Mmm…" "Okay…whatever. I’m going to be making some toast, so do you want anything? English breakfast? I can get one together for you." "Mmm…" She quickly pulled on a shirt and pants before leaving the room in silence. Tobias, still half-asleep, didn’t move.
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 6:15:46 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 6:15:46 GMT 10
Later that morning, as Amy entered the main factory hall, she noticed that the kritters, or at least a group of them, were looking more frisky than usual. She didn’t know what it meant, but they seemed to be gossiping excitedly amongst themselves. Whatever had happened, it must have been important. Or at least significant. Over breakfast, she and Klump had been able to talk, and he had calmed down immensely. He still, however, wanted nothing more to do with Katy. He had been going on about his broken heart, and how she was completely inconsiderate of his feelings, which was the sort of thing Amy had been expecting to hear. Although it seemed like Tobias was changing, and therefore wouldn’t be doing anything out-of-the-ordinary, there seemed to be something unusual about the factory. Everyone was frantic and hushed, as though they anticipated some dreadful apocalypse or something. Despite the obvious tension all around her, she was happy inside – she loved Tobias’ new self, or what was apparently his new self, and she couldn’t wait until he was fit enough to be returned to society. Perhaps he could work at the factory for King K. Rool, and be friends with Klump and Krusha…she knew he would be a valuable employee. "All I’m saying is that it seems too suspicious to me. I mean, the kritter-eater returns, and then suddenly some female is offering to meet any of us tonight after work…maybe she works for him." She heard one kritter say as she passed. She felt a slight chill, but nothing more. She wasn’t naïve…she was just hoping that Tobias hadn’t thrown his life away by returning to the dark side. "Well, Martin said she was the hottest girl he’s ever seen, so I’m definitely going along. I need to unwind anyway, and how better to do it than by being soothed by a gorgeous girl?" Amy felt like slapping that particular kritter. "She can lead me into a darkened room any day, that’s all I know." said another, "Maybe she’ll give me her phone number." "Not if I get it first!" snapped another, competitively. Amy wormed her way through the crowds of kritters and across to the right side of K. Rool’s platform. A side door led into a corridor, which Amy followed for about seventy paces. Just as Klump had said, there was a door to her left with the words ‘Filing Information Cabinets’ inscribed on it in fading gold letters. Klump had told her about this room, as it contained documents and blueprints about the whole of the factory. They would be useful to catalogue all of the unusual events that had happened recently, perhaps to see some kind of pattern, and they also held information on previous kritter deaths earlier that year…around the time when Tobias had first come to the factory. Of course, although Tobias had committed all those murders back then, Amy refused to believe that he was still up to his old tricks. He had made a promise to her. She entered the room after wrestling with the door for a while, and had a look around. It was completely dark, and there didn’t seem to be a light switch, so she held her arms out in front of her and felt her way around, listening to the faint shuffling of her feet as she took each step. There was a coat of dust on the floor, as it probably hadn’t been disturbed after the last filing of kritter deaths earlier in the year. Her feet were going to need some extreme cleaning. She was relieved when her claws came in contact with what felt like a tall metal box, and she ran her hands up and down it, feeling for the large square drawers that were part of the cabinet. She pulled one drawer open and reached in, coming across some papers, as was to be expected. Sadly, because of the dark, she couldn’t see what was on the papers. Of all the drawers in the room, she had to find the one particular drawer that contained the index of kritter deaths. Suddenly, as though she had summoned it, a bulb lit up beside her, casting a dull light onto her. It shocked her at first, but the initial impact died down quickly. Too many strange things had occurred while Tobias was around, especially the first time, so a light bulb turning itself on was the least of her problems. Looking back down at the paper in front of her, she saw that it was a blueprint of the underground factory area. It was located below Amy, Klump and Krusha’s living area, and you had to take a separate elevator to get all the way down. She put that paper to the bottom of the pile and the new top paper was a rough blueprint of the upper factory area, chiefly King K. Rool’s bedroom, Khris’ bedroom and some guest bedrooms. They were scribbly and rough, so she guessed they were from K. Rool had first been planning the look of the factory. The others beneath it were also rough blueprints of the upper area, as the layout had obviously been rethought several times. She shrugged and tucked them all under her arm, as they were bound to be of some use. Peering back into the drawer, the rest of the papers seemed to be bills and construction fees, as well as lists of different kinds of paint, carpets, and a long tally of floor area taken up by each room…generally boring factory statistics. She closed the drawer and bent down to the lower drawer, opening it casually. She looked into the drawer and pulled out a wad of death reports, much like the ones she had been filling in recently. The date of the top paper matched the time of year that Tobias had last spent at the factory. The writing on these reports was long and curvy, so she didn’t know who might have filled them in. She flicked quickly through the papers, checking for any deaths that had occurred during the brief period of Tobias’ first stay, and grabbed a pile of papers from the large wad. Having acquired what she had been looking for, she closed the drawer and left the room, carrying the relevant papers under her left arm. As she left, the light bulb switched itself off again. "Right, this was fruitful. I’ve never been to this part of the factory before…" Out in the corridor, she turned around in a circle, surveying her new surroundings. There was a distinct musty smell in this part of the factory, as though it had an incredible case of damp that nobody had ever bothered to sort out. "I think this place could be put to a lot more use." As she spoke, a loud thud came from behind the door to her right. It didn’t come again. Silently, she turned her head to look at the closed metal door. "What the…" She pressed the side of her head to the door, but she didn’t hear anything else. For a moment, she waited in silence…until the curiosity overwhelmed her and she pushed the door open. A bulb was hanging just inside, and she pulled on the chord that caused it to flicker to life. This room was lonely and dull, much like the other room she had just been in, but there were no filing cabinets in this room. At the back of the room was another door, a large metal one like the door of a safe. Perhaps it was a storage room? "Man, how cooky." she pondered, "…heh, I like that word. Cooky…it’s like ‘cookie’, but it’s not. Hmm…" Another thud. It was definitely coming from the other side of the large metal door. She froze. This time it came again, as though a rhinoceros was trying to butt its way through the door. Like a dull clang… "Is someone there?" she asked, slowly approaching the metal door. The impact against the metal gave her the feeling that something was going to burst right through. She almost dropped the papers with shock the next time the clanging noise came. "Oh my God…" This time, she heard a muffled voice from behind the door, and she jumped again. It was definitely a voice, but it was so muffled behind the metal door that she couldn’t work out what the someone was saying. The drone in the voice suggested that it was male. "Hang on," she said, going right up to the door, "who are you? Do you need help?" The completely muffled voice came back, and it sounded desperate. Whatever it was saying, it sounded as though it was getting weaker. It was frantically scared, as opposed to frantically aggressive. "Right, I’m going to open this door…" she announced, "If I can work out how." She looked at the door, thoughtfully. A large metal handle was there and was obviously the way to open the door…she was surprised she hadn’t noticed it before. She clasped her claws onto it and tried to shift it, but it wouldn’t budge. "I’m really trying out here." The someone slammed against the door once more, and the impact was incredible. "Hey, stop it! I’m trying!" After that, there was no more ramming, and she was able to continue battling with the handle. Although it was like a big safe, there was no indication that she needed to punch in any kind of code to gain access. It was just one big heavy-duty door. At last, the handle lost all its stiffness and she was able to jolt it aside. The shock of it suddenly giving way made her fall sideways onto the floor as the door was flung open. She shuffled backwards on the floor and watched as a huge figure stumbled out of the doorway before falling forward onto his face. She stood up, frightened slightly. "Oh my God, are you alright?" The someone was a kremling, much bigger than Amy, with a muscular build like Krusha’s. He was wearing a torn leather jacket and large leather boots, and was making strange sobbing noises with his face buried against the floor. His blue scales were duller than they might have been usually, and his hair was limp on his neck. "Are you alright?" He scrambled forward on the floor and clung to her ankles with huge claws. "Thank God!" he gasped, "I thought no-one would find me!" "Who are you?" she asked, "And what were you doing in there?" He wrapped his arms around her legs and looked up at her with large, beautiful eyes. "They’re rebelling! They said they’re gonna take over! You gotta tell King K. Rool!" "What? Who? Huh?" The lizard gasped and slumped forward against her feet. "…the…k-kritters…" *** "They’re rebelling?" repeated K. Rool, "Again? I thought I had that sorted out, but I guess not. Well, this complicates things." Amy blinked. "Again? They’ve done this before?" She had been expecting more of a reaction from him, but he seemed no more than slightly displeased. "Yes, we’ve had many casualties resulting from rebellions. We never used to have them, so Crystal never got to see one…she would have handled it well. Always knew what to do, how to get others under control…my son has had several injuries resulting from these rebellions, anyway, and he can usually look after himself fine. They always seem to know how to catch you off-guard, no matter who you are. Sneaking around at night is a favorite, since he has inherited my ‘occasional deep sleep’ syndrome. Hopefully, it will die down, but if not we’ll have to do something serious." He took his crown off and polished it with a cloth. "And it was a good thing you found Kasplat when you did. He had been locked in there for at least a week." "Well, it was pure chance, Sir. I didn’t go down there with the intent of rescuing someone." "I know you didn’t. Well, we’ve got him resting now. Apparently some kritters drugged him and somehow managed to haul him into our high-security storage room. I’ve never seen him so week, so I have no idea what they might have drugged him up with. I mean, he can lift a ton of weight, but he couldn’t force his way out of that room. Must be something that deteriorated his muscle performance." "Well, as long as he’s Okay…but I don’t feel very safe now. I mean, if kritters might be getting ready to sneak into your room tonight, I want to be there to protect you." K. Rool waved his claw casually. "Now now, don’t get all worried. It’s just like you to get tense. Please don’t. There’s nothing you could really do." "But Sir, if there’s a bunch of kritters wanting to injure you in any way-" "Hakuna Matata. I do wish you wouldn’t get all worried. I might call Kudgel and Klubba over if it would help you to calm down." "Oh, please no. I’d rather protect you myself than have Kudgel over here." She tried to sound heroic rather than disgusted at the thought of Kudgel coming anywhere near her. K. Rool sighed and put his crown back on. "Well, I hope you’ve got enough muscle power to fight off a gang of irate lizards in the middle of the night, because that’s what you’ll have to do if you’re so insistent on keeping us safe." To his disappointment, her determined expression didn’t change. "Oh fine, you can if you want…just don’t complain to me that you’re tired in the morning." "Of course not, Sir. I will protect you with my very life." K. Rool sighed again, louder than before. "Please leave now. Have you finished those death reports, yet? Better get them out of the way before more are needed." She growled at him. "I’m getting them done, Sir, but it isn’t any fun at all. Give me some time to do those boring things." "Ah, that’s the Amy I know. Staying up all night will be even less fun, so just stick to the jobs you already do, please? It would be a blessing for me to see you back to your moody I-don’t-want-to-work attitude. Please, just go downstairs and get back to your weekend fun. I don’t need to see you up here again today." "But-" "Now, Amy. And no disrupting my son and grandchildren. At my suggestion, Khris is getting on with some heavy-duty bonding that will hopefully keep him sane until the kittens go home." "But-" K. Rool’s left eye almost popped out of its socket. "Get going!" Without so much as a backward glance, she darted from the room, leaving King K. Rool alone again. He sighed and reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a small paper bag. He sniffed at it for a moment, and stood up off the bed. "Comfort is what we need now." he said aloud, "A much comfort as is possible…and at least in this way I can help someone." TO BE CONTINUED…
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 6:17:13 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 6:17:13 GMT 10
Tobias II : Part 10 By Klumpy TJ glanced over at Powder once more, and she just stared back. He felt empty and lonely, very unappreciated, and he sighed loudly. Tobias hadn’t returned to see him the previous day. Now it was noon, and the other lizard still hadn’t shown any sign of appearing. The initial joy of coaching TJ had apparently worn off quickly. He probably had better things to do. "I don’t think he’s coming back, Powder." Powder spread her wings and flew over to him, landing on the arm of his armchair. "You think?" she asked, clearly sarcastically. "This is awful. I thought he liked me enough to care for longer than two days." The bird lifted one of her feet and looked at her claws like a woman might view her newly-painted fingernails. "It won’t be so bad just being you and me again. You were never doing badly before you met him." "…yeah…but there’s so much I could learn from him. He said about teleportation and metamorphosis and telekinesis…" "TJ, you’re doing fine on your own." "He’s so much more experienced than I am. If we just had the magic book I could learn on my own, but Tobias doesn’t know where it is." TJ leaned against the other arm of his armchair and sighed again, hoping that a slight change of position might inspire him for action. It didn’t. "Maybe I should go look for him." "TJ, you’re staying here." said Powder by way of an order, "Stay here with me. If he comes back, he’ll come back. If he doesn’t, then you’ve already learned enough new things from him to remain entertained." TJ looked at her, seemingly unconvinced. She shrugged her wings. "Plus you don’t know where he lives." "I could try to track him or something. He said that thinking about what you want is the best way to get it, so if I tell myself that I want to find him maybe I will." This sounded far too optimistic from Powder’s point of view. She didn’t really like putting TJ’s ideas down, but her duty as his bird companion was to advise him. She didn’t realise how unusual she was, as she was a white bird. Dark lizards would have dark birds as companions, chiefly black and red, but due to TJ’s lack of complete knowledge of the Black Magic book she hadn’t turned out as she might have done normally. She was happy with herself, however, and TJ loved her to death. "Would you get lonely here if I went looking for him?" "You are staying right here, Timothy." she threatened, fanning her yellow crest. He knew it was serious when she used his proper name. He rested himself back against the armchair and closed his eyes. "Maybe I’ll go look for him later, then. I’ll have to grab something to eat…something meaty…" "TJ, there really is no point in you leaving. Stay here with me, won’t you?" Hopping up onto the top of the chair, she rubbed her beak against his face affectionately. Grinning, he gave her a little kiss. "You really don’t want me to go, do you?" "No." She kept rubbing. He gave in…partially. "Okay then. But if I feel the need to…I’ll go out later. I’ll come back straight away, I promise." He stroked her with the tips of his claws. "Is that alright with you?" She smiled at him and spread her wings once more, flying back over to the bookcase and settling herself down on one shelf near a book called ‘Leprechauns – How to find them and how to catch them’. She didn’t protest again, and didn’t look particularly peeved when she glanced over at him before ruffling her feathers and settling down for a nap. TJ turned himself sideways and lay across the armchair with his head and legs resting over the arms. It was his usual sleeping position, due to the fact that he didn’t own an actual bed. He didn’t really feel that he needed one. He wasn’t as deep into the magic as Tobias had been at any point, so things were not as extreme and intense as they were for Tobias. True, Tobias had tried to convert himself back to how he had once been, to his loving possible self, so that he could be with the female from his dream, but it hadn’t worked for him. He had just been too far into the magic to make a turn-around, and the magic had been continually clutching at him, trying to pull him back into the darkness. He had been thinking dark, evil thoughts, even when he had been completely dedicated to his change of heart. His kritter-eating habit, his cannibalistic urges, had never left him, and he needed meat and the joy of killing to stay alive. The previous night he had killed the final kritter through an act of mad, murderous desire, having literally ravaged its body to pieces. He also had his firm desire to be with Amy once more. The fantasies that he had about her were driving him wild, so much so that he couldn’t dismiss them, and he wanted to be with her, to have her body for his own. The Black Magic was a passionate thing – passionate in that it made you lustful as well as passionate for blood. Tobias himself was still a virgin, and he wanted Amy to be the one to give him his first full experience. He had almost got close enough to Crystal Rool to give himself to her, but due to the actions of his half-brother it had never happened. TJ was rather innocent, in the fact that he had no strong murderous desires so far. His first attack on Tobias had been through self-defence, since Tobias could have been any madman just barging into his house, but maybe there was an element of violent spontaneity there. Being young he was quite sensitive to aspects of the magic (Tobias had been younger than TJ when he started the magic, but not by far), but TJ seemed very much in control of his life. He never missed his home of California, and he never regretted running away to Kongo Bongo. He wasn’t lonely, since he had Powder always with him, and he wasn’t scared to defend himself. He was quite strong, not dramatically so, but more than enough to overpower Tobias earlier on. He liked his physical strength, especially when using it to make others wary of him, but when he had first arrived at the magic shop the Black Magic had been incredibly inviting and intriguing. It stated that it was chiefly developed to aid those of a weak body and a strong mind, but TJ had tried it anyway despite his physical power. Due to this, he would never be as psychically strong as Tobias, since the magic essentially evened things out between physical and metal power, but it was useful nonetheless. Having only had copies of some of the pages, TJ hadn’t had all the ‘instructions’ that went with the book, which was why he had been so keen to be with Tobias. So experienced, so powerful…so…fatherly…like an idol. As he closed his eyes, he pondered over where the original Magic Book might be. Maybe locked away in some sacred safe, or hidden under the floorboards of an old house. Wherever it was, he didn’t need it if Tobias was going to continue to train him…which he really hoped for. Drifting into sleep, images of a dark-scaled muscular lizard passed through his mind…the lizard stood before him for an instant, and then was gone, drifting into the back of his brain once more…and there was a voice coming to him…a frightened voice…Tobias’ voice… No! No, d**n you, leave me alone! Leave me alone! *** King K. Rool hadn’t been seen all day. Amy, worried of course, had decided to take him some tea and check on him in the process just to make sure he was still alive. She was tense once more. Krusha was constantly on her mind. What did he want to ask her? Was it something dire? It should have been obvious to her, but strangely it wasn’t. She didn’t think of it. Her head hurt when she tried to think too deeply…she remembered these feelings from before. She didn’t know what had happened to her the previous day, but it had frightened her. If Tobias was controlling her again, if he had gone back over to the dark side…she was foolish to have been so hopeful for him. As she walked down the corridor towards K. Rool’s room, carrying the cup of tea, she heard some noise coming from Khris’ bedroom. She stopped walking, and found that it was someone singing. Curious, she approached the door and pressed her ear against it, listening. It was a girl’s voice. Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to problems that upset you, oh, Don’t you know everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine… And we want you to sleep well tonight… Let the world turn without you tonight… If we try, we’ll get by, so forget all about us tonight… "Mmhmm…" That was Khris’ voice. Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and anoint you, myrrh for your hot forehead, oh- "Myrrh for my head? That’s a new one." "Oh, did you have to interrupt my song? I was really getting into it." It was the female voice. "I’ll never get going again now…aww. That was fun." Khris made a sound that was like a giggle, except it sounded unusual because it was quite a deep noise. "Serenade me." "Just relax…I’m so glad you took care of them. I’ve not healed yet, but since I can’t use my hand maybe I can get some time off school or something. I should be able to look after them again." "Mmhmm…" "Does that feel nice?" "Mm…hmm…" Suddenly, one of the kittens’ voices broke through the relaxed atmosphere. "Ew! Soppy stuff! Stop it!" "Shh…we can go as soon as daddy’s asleep…Khris? Khris? Still awake?" "…mm…no…" There was a silence. "…er…Okay. Come on then, sweeties. I hope you said thankyou." "Thankyou daddy!" chorused six voices in an identical pitch. "Don’t wake him up! Come on, before we disturb him again…" Amy didn’t hear anything after that. She had a vague idea of what might have been going on, but she didn’t want to go in and look. Still holding the tea, which was starting to cool down, she continued down the corridor to K. Rool Senior’s bedroom. The whole upper area of the factory was quiet, apart from the moment of melodic singing, and had an eerie feel about it. She couldn’t escape from the image of a kritter leaping out at her from behind a corner, or Tobias possibly feeling the urge to attack her. She shouldn’t be thinking that way about him…but the pain…her headaches…and he had been so short with her that morning. He hadn’t wanted to talk with her, and had just gone into his former factory bedroom alone to ‘do stuff’. She felt afraid for herself. She knocked politely on King K. Rool’s door, and his voice came forth: "Come in." Of course, she entered, carrying the tea. He smiled when he saw her, or it may have been the tea, and he beckoned for her to join him on the bed. He was sitting on the end of the bed, holding a photo album and looking vaguely nostalgic. Amy sat down on the bed also and held the tea, mentally telling K. Rool that he could take it when he wished. Much to her surprise, he opened up the photo album to one particular page and held it out to her. "Look at these. They’re honeymoon pictures." Amy almost dropped the tea in her excitement. "Cool." Placing the tea onto the carpet, she took the album and looked at the two pages of photographs. They had faded over time, of course, but were still very clear. "Since you have always seemed interested about my wife, here are some more photos of her. We were so happy on our honeymoon…" "I bet. Aww…she was so pretty." K. Rool nodded. "Nice weather, wherever it is. Nice beach there…" "Yes…her and I were always very happy together. We loved our marriage. She was so happy when I asked her to marry me…we never had any problems with one another. I always felt she was too good for me, but she stayed faithfully with me for all those years…" "That’s beautiful." said Amy, looking at K. Rool again. He sighed. After looking at the photos for several hours that morning, he had worked himself into a depression, and he made a slight sob. "I was…thinking last night…about what Tobias said to me about Crystal." Amy swallowed. "Why would you be thinking about him? He was here months ago, no need to think about him any more." "I know that, but lately I’ve been feeling…the same cold presence that he used to make me feel…like a reminder of what he said to me. In front of my son, too…" He took the album from Amy and closed it, loudly. "He had no right whatsoever to say those things! They weren’t true!" "He was a creep." she sighed, letting out her current dreads about him, "Once you get so bad there’s just no way to turn yourself around. He’s gone now." "I was in love with her! I would never have placed abuse on her!" Amy shifted away from him slightly. "I never said you did, sir." "And Khris was not a mistake…we both wanted him badly…" Amy took this opportunity to change the subject. "So you let him stay home today?" "Yes…he said he was feeling sick. I went in to see him this morning, and he had a very sore throat and he felt a bit hot…so I let him stay in bed. Crystal used to stay with him all the time when he was a baby…if he was ill she’d stay up all night with him…just hugging him…" He smiled slightly. "I remember one time, she thought he might have a cold and she didn’t want to leave him alone, so she brought him to bed with us. Bless him…he was sniffling all night long with that little nose of his…" "Aww. Parenthood must be a…well…it’s a duty, but not a duty duty…I suppose it’s pleasurable if it’s what you really want." "Oh, you wouldn’t believe how badly Crystal wanted our baby. We were married for many years before we really considered it. We bought this factory together, too. She had great decorating plans for the whole building. It just never really happened…except up here." He gestured to the walls around them. "She designed the layout of this bedroom. She did some décor around the factory, but quite little. Lots of green things around the factory were designed by her. She loved green." "Oh. That’s interesting." "Most of her flashy dresses and outfits were green. I still have them – I was going to get rid of them a few years ago because of the memories, but I just couldn’t. I kept thinking of how much she loved them…" He paused for a while, and picked up the tea off the floor. It was actually quite cold by now, but he drank it anyway, not wanting to make a fuss. "She used to wear…small things for me sometimes. I was never really into it, I never asked her too, but I think she felt more attractive because of it. She got all worried about her appearance after Khris was born, saying how awful she looked. After doing a bit of exercise every day for a few weeks she got over it, and since Khris himself was her priority she quickly found other things to worry over." "Did she like cats?" K. Rool put down his tea and laughed. It was a lovely sound. "Oh, yes, she adored cats. Her parents owned an antique shop, and they had a cat, so she was living with a cat when she and I first met. She was still living with her parents at the time, and she moved in with me very soon after we met. She was always loving with me, very accepting. She loved me even when I gained a bit of weight…I had an awful time after she died when I just kept eating and eating, and I got sick…I was able to get rid of that extra weight, but I won’t ever be as slim as I was when I first met her." "I’m very glad that you loved her." She picked up the tea from the floor once more and stood up off the bed. "I suppose it will be more peaceful around here now that the kittens have gone home." "They’ve gone?" "Yes, I heard them leaving. Oh, how is that blue lizard I found?" K. Rool remained seated. "Kasplat? He’s fine. Recovering nicely, I believe. Once he’s back on his feet we can work out what happened to his muscles…just deteriorated performance, it still seems. If he’s too weak to work out we can give him some tablets to boost his energy a bit. Very strange, though. I’m most perplexed that I never noticed he was gone. At least he was found before he starved to death. He was hungry, though, so he’s been eating a bit. Still very weak." "You haven’t been attacked by any rogue kritters, then?" "No…but I had four missing kritters reported this morning." Amy growled. "Oh no, not again. Any evidence this time?" "No. They’re just missing. We have to assume that they are dead, I’m afraid, since kritters are normally so attentive. We’ll keep an eye out for any sign of murder, but even without that we have to assume they have died. Will you be able to file four more death reports for me today? I have the numbers here for you, and I believe you have the necessary filing information…" "Of course, sir. Shall I see you later, then? Do you want anything now?" "No, I’m quite alright. I think I’ll just look through some of our photo albums again…just to remind me." He sighed. "Crystal was my wife…no other girl on earth could compare with her." "I know, sir. Goodbye for now." She shot him a smile and left the room, carrying the empty teacup. King K. Rool had been thinking about Tobias, as though he had sensed his presence. He was more depressed than usual, similar to the last time that Tobias had been at the factory. Could he tell that Tobias was in the factory? Did he suspect her of keeping the dark lizard hidden? She certainly hoped not. K. Rool had no reason to possess any psychic senses, as he was not his wife, but perhaps Tobias just had an effect on him, even a slight one. He felt miserable, and had mentioned the things that Tobias had said about Crystal, denying them to her. Amy knew how much K. Rool had loved his wife, despite that she had never met her. Sometimes, however, she felt a cool female presence around the factory, particularly in K. Rool’s upper-factory area, as though Crystal was constantly protecting her husband. Amy saw no reason for this to be untrue, and it didn’t really faze her. Klump had told her that a ghost was watching over her – Crystal, or so he said, had protected her from Tobias and saved her from death. Amy didn’t remember it at all, but trusted Klump enough to take his word for it. Klump… He had also been on her mind a lot lately. She couldn’t decide whether or not to tell him that one big secret that Katy had kept from him. It was something he really deserved to know. Amy had dismissed it as not being really important at the time, as Klump and her sister had been involved in their relationship so it shouldn’t have counted in the long run…but now that it was over between them, Klump really deserved to know. Amy wanted him to know. She was his niece, and she loved him – she had to tell him. It could wait…
|
|
|
Tobias
Feb 14, 2008 6:18:58 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Feb 14, 2008 6:18:58 GMT 10
*** Tobias was in his old bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed. There was a grim expression on his face, and his eyes were tight shut. He barely seemed to breathe. The remains of the kritters from the previous night had been stored in the room, mainly in the three large steel buckets against the wall. He had stripped the bodies of their organs, muscles and skin, and had stored them away for later if needed. It saved him the effort of possibly killing again, although he loved the pleasurable feeling that killing gave him. He needed to find better ways to spend his energy. He was quiet, deep in concentration, focusing all of his energy on the Black Magic. He was restoring himself. After his brief period of ‘insanity’, as he now viewed it, some of his power had diminished, and he was weaker than he had been before. Amy clearly didn’t have the ability to protect herself from him…it must have been so long ago that he had taught the magic to her that she had dismissed and forgotten it. Perfect. She had been a threat to him. He was going to have her very soon. She would not be able to escape from him, and they would be joined together and exist as one. He wanted her to give herself to him. TJ was not a threat to him, as he well acknowledged, as the younger lizard was too inexperienced, as well as too strong physically, to have built up a threatening level of power. Once again, Tobias was in complete control, and he loved it. But he did have one problem – the female who existed inside his head. The girl he had transformed into to lure a single kritter to him. He had done similar things before with no such results, but Sabrina had a mind of her own inside his. He didn’t know why it was happening. He knew for a fact that it wasn’t meant to happen. Clearly Sabrina didn’t know that rule. Thinking about me again? Tobias growled and opened his eyes. She had been useful in the beginning, but he didn’t much like the idea of her constantly hanging around with him. Was it a warning, some punishment for all his evil? It wasn’t his fault that she was her own person. I did some very nice things for you, you know. I hope you appreciate everything I have done to help you. "d**n you, go away." he grumbled, uncrossing his legs, "I was trying to think." I am thinking inside you, Tobias. You know I can hear everything you think…I am part of you now. You are not me, and I am not you, but we are one nonetheless. Tobias was silent. He just resumed his meditation, placing the tips of his index fingers to the sides of his head and sighing deeply, drifting away once more. Sabrina huffed. Ignoring me, are you? Fine. I can force you to listen if I need you to. Tobias kept meditating. Maybe if he just ignored her, like the other voices in his head, she would go away. It would not be as simple as that. Sabrina knew exactly what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. She was Tobias, despite not being him. She was how he would be if he had been female. Being inside Tobias was like being trapped in a box, cramped and uncomfortable. For whatever reason she was there, she was there, and she had power over her alter-ego – power to bring herself to the surface whenever she wanted. She was in the mood for a nice walk, but wandering around in the daylight would attract too much attention. Just a quiet night walk to stretch her legs…and to show Tobias who was boss. She knew him as well as he knew himself, and she knew exactly how to tick him off. *** Amy had been on her own all afternoon after visiting K. Rool. Tobias hadn’t come back, and she was very worried. He had been like this before. She could only fear the worst. Whatever his dream was about the blue female kremling, she guessed that he would not end up with her now. Something must have pushed him over the edge. Even when he was with her, he had seemed a little spaced-out and eerie. She still didn’t know why she had been sleepwalking, why she had woken up in King K. Rool’s bed – had Tobias done that? And then there was her momentarily tuned-up psychic power. She had been sensing things before Tobias arrived. Now, her senses were pretty much back to normal, but the boost had been strange. It had happened for no reason. She had spent a lot of her solitary time thinking about Klump. The more she thought about it, the more she felt she should tell him. At one point she had wanted to march right into his room and tell him, but he must have just gone for a walk or something because he wasn’t in. King K. Rool was too miserable to have sent him to get the Crystal Coconut. Amy really hoped that he hadn’t set off to visit Katy, as it would just upset him further. "I hope he comes back soon." she said to herself, quietly leafing through the kritter database file. Mostly, the kritters looked exactly alike, but with a few exceptions. Coming across a page for one of the recently departed kritters, she opened up the binders and removed it, putting it aside. She must have just missed that one. "Poor thing." She yelped and dropped the file when her phone suddenly rang, the harsh note almost scaring her out of her scales. After calming down, she picked up the phone and held it to her ear with one claw, picking the file up with the other. "Hello?" "Amy, I don’t know what you’ve been saying to him, but when Klump comes back tell him to stay the Hell away from me!" The volume of her sister’s voice almost burst Amy’s eardrum. She growled. "Katy, I haven’t said anything to him, so don’t go yelling at me." "Well he just left from here after really annoying me with soppy speeches. I’m not going to continue steady with my own uncle." "He’s been upset, Kate, you can’t blame him for that. He loved you." Her sister made a hissing noise. "Just tell him to keep away from me." She then put the phone down harshly. Amy put the phone down also and huffed. Katy had no reason to be so awful, although what had happened between her and Klump had been ‘inconvenient’. Even as his niece she should show some love to him, family love, but she just seemed mad at him. He was trying to cope with losing her as his girlfriend, but he had a strange way of dealing with it. It was like he wanted her to love him despite the truth about their relations. Right on cue, her door was pushed open and Klump stood in the doorway, looking as though he had just been running from a cheetah. "Amy…thank Gawd you’re here…" Amy stood up from the bed as he walked up to her. He was panting quite heavily, and he looked very distressed. Maybe now was the time to tell him. "You went to see Katy, didn’t you?" she sighed. He hugged her tightly and kept panting. "Uh huh…she was so mad at me. I told her that I still loved her an’ wanted to be with her, but she yelled at me an’ told me to get lost…I don’t know what to do now…" "It’s Okay…she’s just a little…confused right now." She hugged him back, despite the fact that he was really too big for her to hug him completely. "But really…since you and her are related, you can’t be together like you used to be. Family relations are nice…it’s not like she broke up with you because of something you did." "I know, but if it was somethin’ I did I could apologise to her an’ maybe get her back…I can’t do nothin’ about this…" "I know, I know…you’ll be alright…" She let go of him. "Do you want to sit down?" He nodded, and the two of them sat down together on the bed. It creaked considerably as Klump sat down, as it was only used to Amy’s slight weight, but neither of them commented. Her held his head in his claws and made a sorrowful noise. Amy breathed deeply and looked at her lap. "She…er…well, she told me something a while ago…about you and her…" "Uh huh?" He sniffed and looked at her. "Well, at the time, she told me never to tell you…unless you and her broke up and she wanted to spite you…I don’t know if these really counts, but she seems angry at you, and she told me to tell you if you broke up in any way…plus you are my Uncle now, so I probably should tell you…" Klump just looked at her now, his eyes wide with curiosity. "…yeah?" "Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to get angry at me…she did make me promise to keep it a secret until you guys stopped seeing each other…" "Sure, so tell me." Amy hugged herself, protectively, thinking about how best to tell him the news. Bluntly, probably. Should she try to explain why it had happened? No…she didn’t completely know herself. Just that it had happened. She took a deep breath. "Okay…erm…well…" Maybe blurting it out would be the best. "…Katy got pregnant and aborted it." She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, waiting for him to yell at her. He didn’t make a sound. She opened her eyes to see that he had a fixed expression of shock on his face. It was her fault, and she immediately regretted telling him. "…I’m sorry…I didn’t tell her to…" His lip trembled. "She killed our baby?" Amy stood up. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you. Forget I said it, I never wanted to hurt you." "Oh my Gawd…" Klump looked at her. "Please, don’t go…I ain’t mad at you. I need to ask you some things…" "I swear, I don’t know anything else. She just told me that she found out she was going to have a baby and she had it terminated." "Why the Heck would she wanna do that?!" exclaimed Klump, standing up also, "She said we were gonna start a family together anyway! And then she goes behind my back and does somethin’ like that!" "Just forget it…she wasn’t going to tell you unless you guys had a nasty break-up. You shouldn’t have heard it from me…but she told me to…" Klump smiled a sad smile and gave her a hug. "It ain’t your fault…but I don’t know why she told you, though…did ya know about the baby before?" "No, but she just told me in case you two broke up and she stopped talking to you…I guess that was the only reason. Stupid, since you’re such a good friend to me." "Maybe I better go talk with ‘er…I need to straighten this out. I hope she has a dang good excuse for doin’ what she did." He let go of Amy and hung his arms by his sides. "…hey…thanks for tellin’ me. I ain’t blamin’ you for anythin’." Amy nodded, and watched as he left her room looking sullen and depressed. Before then she wouldn’t have dreamed of telling Klump about Katy’s abortion. Her way of thinking had changed recently, as though she was in constant confusion about what she wanted and how she felt. She knew how upset Klump would be, but it was like she didn’t care…like she wanted him to be miserable. Had she really thought it would help? Surely any sane person could see that it would only make things worse to hear such news not directly from the someone involved. If she had only thought, it would have been very clear that hearing it from Katy would be less painful for him. If only she hadn’t said…now there was no way to take it back. She sat back down on the bed and rested her head on the back of her claw, trying to think. Why was everything so hard for her now? Everything was just so, so hard… *** "Katy, I need to talk to ya again." Katy, who was getting some water from a water cooler in the main reception room of the Kongo Bongo general hospital, turned around upon hearing Klump’s voice. She drank her small cup of water and tossed the paper cup into the bin. "What do you want? Didn’t Amy tell you to leave me alone?" "No, she didn’t, but she did tell me a rather interesting fact…" He walked right up to her and put his claws on his hips. "Klump, don’t do this, not here…nobody else must see this." She grabbed his arm and pulled him aside, out of the view of the reception desk and right up against a wall. She looked anxious. She clearly knew what he was talking about. "Why did ya have an abortion when you said we were gonna have a family together anyway? There was no need to do that!" She glared at him. "Why the Heck didn’t ya tell me?" "I had every reason not to tell you. I’m glad Amy told you, though, because now you can see that it was a good thing I did it. Your own kid would have been your great-niece or great-nephew." He growled. "I know that, but why’d ya do it at the time? You should have at least consulted me about it! That was my dang kid too, y’know!" "I had good reason, Klump! I didn’t do it to hurt you, I would have never done that!" "Then why the Heck did you have an abortion without talkin’ to me first?!" "Because I wasn’t certain if it was yours!" she yelled, and he took a step back. She looked away from him - a tear fell down her cheek and made her mascara run. "…what?" A lizard walked out from behind the reception desk, looked to both sides, and then approached Katy. He smiled and handed her a clipboard. "Hi, Kate. Allan needs you in room fifty-three, apparently some ape broke his leg skateboarding on the pier. Can you handle that? Are you busy?" The lizard looked at Klump and adjusted his round glasses on his scaly orange snout. Katy looked at Klump once more, and then looked away again. She shook her head. "No, I’m not busy. I’ll be right there." She looked briefly at the clipboard, and then set off down the corridor towards the elevator, not looking back at Klump, who just stood still by the water cooler. The other lizard raised an eyebrow at him. "May I help you, Sir?" Klump clenched his jaws together in an effort to shut out the hurt he was feeling. "…no…I’m fine, thanks…" He looked over at the reception and waiting room to see that all the lizards and apes seated there were staring at him. He growled. "What are y’all starin’at? Ain’t you ever seen a guy with a broken heart before?" And with that, he stormed out of the hospital and back into the jungle. *** Several hours later… "This’ll show him." sblack personed Sabrina, walking out into the main factory hall, "Double X chromosomes always come out on top." She had finally been able to grab her walk that night. Tobias had surrendered easily, and she was free to roam the factory as she wished. It was wonderful to feel so free. She was wearing fuchsia-colored shorts with a white semi-transparent sleeveless shirt and black high heels. She just had a good feeling when she wore shorts with high heels. It was a good enough reason for her to wear them. "Feels so good to stretch my legs…" She walked over to a large pile of wooden crates and sat down on the floor next to it, stretching her legs out in front of her and tossing her hair. It was a wonderful, liberating feeling to be so alone…if only she could be like this all the time, but Tobias needed to be himself, and she didn’t dismiss it. She knew when she had pushed her luck, and was afraid for Tobias to find some way to remove her. She liked being how she was, despite how she longed for freedom. When she heard a small noise coming from her left, towards the factory entrance, she just turned her head to look. She wasn’t afraid. She was too laid back to be afraid. Watching, she saw a reptilian figure enter the factory, and it looked from side-to-side anxiously as though it had lost something. She kept watching as it drew nearer, and all the while it was looking around, trying, apparently, to see something important. As it got closer, she saw it was a male figure…quite nice, muscular enough, not podgy…she stood up. "Can I help you?" she asked, leaning one arm against the pile of crates. Upon seeing her, the lizard walked right up to her and stood before her. She swallowed loudly. He was so incredibly handsome that she almost choked. "Yes, er, I’m trying to find a lizard named Tobias. Have you seen him?" Not wanting to aid him in that way, despite the fact that she knew exactly where Tobias was, she leant back against the crates, trying to look pretty for him. She was filled with an overwhelming, unnatural attraction to him, and she wanted to show it. "How about if you and me get a little acquainted first?" How subtle. He smiled, in at least an effort to be polite. "That’s very nice of you, but I really need to find Tobias, if you have seen him-" "I will take you to him," she purred, interrupting, "but first you and me must get…more friendly. I never give advice to strangers…" "Honestly, ma’am, I only came here to see him. I’ve been tracking him for most of the evening, and I’ve narrowed my search area down to this factory." Suddenly, she saw a strange expression cross his face. It was shock, happiness and lust all combined into one peculiar look. He sniffed the air, and half-closed his eyes. "That’s a nice smell…" "Mmhmm…" Sabrina was, of course, producing the aphrodisiac scent that encouraged mating in kremlings. She knew how to get him, and due to being magical she was able to make an extra-strong, extra-sexy aroma. The male lizard, obviously TJ, just looked at her with his blissful expression. To boost herself, as well as him, she reached up to her chest and placed the claw of each index finger on each of her nipples, which were clearly visible through the thin fabric. She gently squeezed them, turning herself on further, and making TJ’s expression even more extraordinary. "You like it…I’m glad…you know we girls only make it when we’re turned-on…when we smell that smell that you males make…" "…oh…I didn’t…realise…I was making…a smell…" "You aren’t…" Slowly, she moved right up against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "not yet…but you’re a very good-looking guy…" She could feel her whole body pulsing. They looked at one another for a moment, and then Sabrina gave him a kiss. "Please kiss me." He kissed her, obediently, and she returned it. "This is happening so fast…" he gasped, touching his snout to her chest before moving up to her neck and back up to her face, running his tongue over her scales. He had never been one to do this. He had never done anything like it before. Something was telling him what to do. "Not too fast, TJ…" she said, nuzzling against him. She knew his name. Tobias knew his name. TJ didn’t think of this as unusual, and unknown to himself he began producing the scent that Sabrina wanted. She picked up on it quickly and she arched her body, touching her lips to his. "You want this, then…" He groaned and licked her again. "Yes I do…mmm…I love you…" This made her giggle – a quiet, flattered giggle. He put his claws against her back and pulled her stomach up against his, still kissing. It continued on in this fashion until he dragged her to the floor, and from then on you can only imagine what they did. *** Tobias woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He kept his eyes closed, and he held his claws to his head, groaning. "Oh man, that hurts…" Every muscle in his body was aching, but his head was really suffering. It felt like a severe migraine. His mouth was also a misery, very stale. He never brushed his teeth, but for the first time in over fifty years, brushing sounded like a good idea. Actually, he had never liked brushing…just that his step-mother had always forced him to brush for ten minutes every morning and evening. What a pain she had been… He opened his eyes slowly and painfully. He felt sick. He felt even sicker when he saw TJ lying next to him, his arm around Tobias’ waist. Tobias tensed. "…oh…my…f**k…" He moved slightly, hoping to get away. TJ stirred a bit, and tightened his grip. With his head on the younger lizard’s chest, Tobias had quite a good view of his face. Strangely, although he was probably just imagining it, TJ’s scales looked darker. "…oh…please…get off…" Tobias tried to pull away again, and TJ woke up. He yawned and hugged Tobias tighter, apparently still in a dream. "Whoa, it’s morning already. Powder’s gonna be worried about me." He then looked down and saw Tobias. He screamed at the top of his lungs and leapt to his feet, wiping the front of his chest as though he had come in contact with a nasty fungus. "Oh my God, where the Hell did you come from?!" he yelled, backing away from the older lizard. Tobias got up also and took out his velociraptor blade, holding tightly to it. "You know where I came from! You raped me, didn’t you?!" "Oh sick!" exclaimed TJ, "I’d never be desperate enough to do it with a guy!" Tobias waved the blade. "Then how come I don’t remember being with you? You must have just sneaked up behind me and knocked me out with something! You sicken me!" "You brought it up, man!" "Argh, I slept with you! Oh God, why?!" "My sentiments exactly!" yelled TJ, who had finally stopped trying to wipe any traces of Tobias off himself, "But I didn’t sleep with you! I was with a female!" He hoped Tobias would believe him. He did. "You were?" Tobias flicked his wrist and the blade disappeared, "A girl?" "Yes." replied TJ, thankful that Tobias had stopped accusing him of rape. "…yellow scales, black hair, blue eyes? That?" TJ nodded. "Yeah…she was a vision of loveliness…" He then drifted off for a second, images of Sabrina floating through his head. Tobias, of course, had the real Sabrina in his head. "Oh, that explains it, then. That bit**" He crossed his arms and leant up against the same pile of crates that Sabrina had leant against before seducing TJ. The two lizards had not been bothered about being seen in public, and had just mated on the floor in King K. Rool’s main factory hall. Goodness me. I’d never do that. I swear. Never. Yeesh, I write about weird things. Oh, sorry. Back to the fic. "Huh?" "Well it’s hard to explain…Sabrina lives in my head. She’s the female me." TJ just stared. "I transformed into her a short while ago…I changed back, but she never left. She’s sort of got her own life inside me." He looked up, seemingly looking up into his own head. "She sometimes talks to me. It’s d**n annoying." "Oh!" said TJ, apparently excited, "Tell me if she says anything about me!" "Nothing at all yet." mused Tobias, "She only talks sometimes." "Tell her I love her!" "…you love her? You must have lived a d**n lonely life." "Has she said anything about me yet? Please say she has." "I’ll tell you as soon as she says anything." Tobias looked around at the factory hall. "Nobody has come out here yet. Nobody saw us. I thought everyone would be awake by now…it must be around eight." "Yeah, must be…has she said anything?" "No." "…now?" "No!" Tobias growled, "She won’t talk if she doesn’t feel like it!" Tell him I love him too. Tobias grumbled. "She said she loves you too, happy?" "Oh, Sab!" said TJ loudly, clasping his claws together, "You’re so sweet!" "Shush, will you?" Tobias stepped right up to the younger lizard and held his jaws shut. "You don’t want that K. Rool bastard to find out we’re here, do you?" TJ pushed him off. "Ooh, no. That guy deserves to die. How about if we go kill him?" "…are you Okay? You seem a bit…over-stimulated." Before TJ could say anything else, he made a strange groaning noise and doubled over. He held his stomach and whined before collapsing onto the floor. Tobias watched as the other lizard writhed uncomfortably on the ground. This went on for seven and a half minutes before he expressed any concern. "Are you alright down there?" "Yes, perfectly fine…nothing’s wrong…nothing at all…" He rolled over. "Actually, yeah, I feel like I’m about to die…aack…" "You know, that’s funny, the last guy Sabrina slept with died too. How intriguing." He looked down at TJ, who was kicking his legs in the air and gasping. "Is that some kind of orgasm?" "Help me here!" "Oh, fine." Tobias crouched down next to him and kept watching. "Now?" "What’s happening…to me?" As he said that, his dark green scales darkened further, and a few faint red outlines formed on his face, body and tail. "Oww…this hurts…" "Oh yeah, that happened to me, too. I threw up five times during the course of mine." TJ whimpered and twitched. "Huh? What?" "Your scales are changing. That’s interesting." The outlines became brighter, and the red color began to spread within the outlines. His green scales were now completely black, although his pale blue/green chest and stomach stayed the same color. About ten more minutes passed, with TJ wriggling and squirming on the floor, and finally the stripes were fully formed. "Ow." He stopped moving and just lay still, breathing heavily. He was sweating like crazy. The blackness of his formerly green scales was quite stunning, and the red stripes made him look poisonous, like Tobias. Unlike Tobias, who also had some yellow stripes, TJ only had red stripes. "You are so lucky. My transformation took a whole night to finish." He looked down at the younger lizard and grinned. "Sabrina was useful, I guess. She gave you enough for your scales to change." "…oh…yeah…that…thing you said…" "I’ve never actually seen anyone get their magic through sex, but it’s very efficient…just look at you. My, don’t you look handsome?" Of course, by now, he and TJ looked like twins. "Have a rest now…but not out here. I think we better go to my room." He clapped his hands, and the two of them vanished to Tobias’ factory bedroom. It was a way for TJ to catch some rest away from any possible danger. Tobias denied to himself that he cared for the younger lizard. He just felt a duty to tutor him, despite the other things in his life that needed to be tended to. He had been too busy to fully lavish his attention on TJ, but maybe now that his scales had changed he didn’t need any coaching. Perhaps Sabrina would be more equipped to sort him out…in more ways than one. Possibly just a talk with TJ, some bonding time now that they were both officially dark lizards, would be good.
|
|
|
Tobias
Mar 7, 2009 10:29:20 GMT 10
Post by LavaDiddyKong on Mar 7, 2009 10:29:20 GMT 10
Ummm.... wow...... Yeh klump really likes krusha
|
|
|
Tobias
Mar 7, 2009 11:00:56 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Mar 7, 2009 11:00:56 GMT 10
why do you say that?
|
|
|
Tobias
Mar 17, 2009 9:33:45 GMT 10
Post by LavaDiddyKong on Mar 17, 2009 9:33:45 GMT 10
Cuz she makes out with him like 10 times in these LOL
|
|
|
Tobias
Mar 22, 2009 13:34:50 GMT 10
Post by LavaDiddyKong on Mar 22, 2009 13:34:50 GMT 10
Ok let's talk, I do not have a Wii, but I have a DS.
|
|
|
Tobias
Mar 23, 2009 12:55:38 GMT 10
Post by Krush on Mar 23, 2009 12:55:38 GMT 10
what do u think of this story, did you like it?
|
|
|
Tobias
Mar 27, 2009 14:31:56 GMT 10
Post by LavaDiddyKong on Mar 27, 2009 14:31:56 GMT 10
No.
|
|
|
Tobias
Mar 31, 2009 13:57:02 GMT 10
Post by LavaDiddyKong on Mar 31, 2009 13:57:02 GMT 10
It sucked
|
|