OOC: I am going to avoid the possibility of Gappiqu becoming a killer for sake of the RPG's rules.
IC: Gappiqu sprinted over the fallen body of Dr. Krik, to see if he was dead yet. He was to be unsastified to see that he was still living and talking is way into Gappiqu's mind. He rose the gun to Dr. Kirk's face and was to listen to his statements. He recharged his gun when he learned the Vykker's name, which in fact rang a bell. Gappiqu recalled Vykkers grumble about his amazing discovery that they didn't find out about 15 years ago. Then and even now, he didn't care. He barked out in fresh anger, "I don't care if you are Skillya yourself, that doesn't cover the fact that you will ruin my life in moments!!!"
Yet he thought about what he said about Dionysia. It processed into his angered head since it was worth thinking about. Guardain? Was this Vykker just the creator of Dionysia? That made it seem like the two were close friends to some extent. And he would hate to upset her. How could he live with having to know that he upsetted her into depression? Mudokons were very sensitive, and they don't recover fast if you're Dionysia who could hold a grudge? He too would go into depression. The sitution was hard to think about, since he had placed himself into a position that couldn't be covered. One choice made him live a lie, another would make him destory what he had. Either choice would not be helpful for him.
It was then a new light shone upon him, for when he was blaming this all on the Vykkers, in reality he was the one that had torcured that Mudokon back at Vykker Labs, that caused him gain legs and life, but lose himself and his friend. The Vykkers made it worse for him, but he probably would have been killed by now if he hadn't gotten that surgery. Maybe Vykkers were wrong to destory his friend and his popularity, but that was all part of life. And maybe he should spend these last moments knowing what he has been doing.
Gappiqu made his decision. He literally raised RG's rifle into the air and whacked it against Kirk's Snoozer, hoping it would fall out and be smashed. He then stared at Kirk and looked at him both angerily and maybe almost as a father. Sure, he might be a b****, but he nearily was the one who made his life better and succeeded in doing that. Gappiqu smiled underneth his mask and started to weep of both saddness and happiness. He dropped his rifle and knelt down to Kirk's level. He wearily said, "Th-thank you!!", and gave him a strong hug. Gappiqu had to thank him. This Vykker changed his life in ways he preferred.
Gappiqu rose back up into the air and looked at the Vykker with glee. He could imagine how come this Vykker would be confused about the whole sitution. Gappiqu tried to wearily explain to the Vykker, "You might not think you did anything, but you did more than you could imagine. You made someone who is by far a great person in my eyes. Dionysia is not an experiment in my eyes, but a female that could be close to a Slig goddess in thought. She made my pitied life grow light. And then you let me realize that I could control of emotions over other people. That is by far the greatest gift any Vykker gave me. That may have been one of the most important things that ever happened to me. I know you have done bigger than what you did 15 years ago, (yes, I am that old to remember) but what you did affected me more than what Odd could do. So there, thank you. But..." He continued more seriousily, "If you tell anyone what I did to you or attempted to do, I will consider you a threat and think of nothing but to kill you. I will honor you in the ways I just mentioned if, and only if, you say nothing. I am warning you since my anger possessed self will come out again if that does happen and I won't care because there would be nothing to stop me. But yes, goodbye. I shall act like we never had this encounter as long as you do too. Promise me that?" He held out his hand to lift the Vykker off from the ground as a sign of trust.
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Slap had once again exited Rupture Farms and entered the Stockyards. He still held the pack of meat he had in his hand and searched for that critter trap he saw earlier. Ignoring the pain in his feet, he climbed over the rocky areas, in hope he might just find the critter trap. He however, paid attention to the animals around him. A Paramite might just pop outta nowhere, wanting the meat he held in him hand. Or worse, a Scrab. He hurried his pace to find his destination.
Slap was to be grateful that he found the critter trap before someone came over to steal his meat. He gently placed the meat by the critter trap and hoped that an animal would come by. He sneak far from the critter cage, but was still in a distance of sight from the trap.
Slap was lucky enough to see that two Fuzzles were by the trap when he looked back at the trap. They leapt at the meat as soon as they saw it, but yelped when trap crammed them in into the cage at once. They tried to struggle out of the cage, but they were not fortunent enough. Slap sprinted over to the cage as soon as possible before anything happened. He emptied his hand of any meat and threw it by the other meat. Slap had realized that this was Scrab meat and did not attract Paramites or Scrab. He was lucky this time, but he thought he could hear Paramites coming by. Slap sprinted off with the captured Fuzzles in his hands. As soon as he returned back into the enterance to Rupture Farms, and closed, but didn't lock, the enterance door. He then entered back into the factory.
Slap passed by the corriders, trying to ignore the shierks of the Fuzzles squeezed into a small space. He saw tons of new employees, and ones he saw from yesterday. He saw Arnie and Otto talking to a new Mudokon that he didn't see yesterday. Slap then tried to concur with himself whether or not some of these employees here were from two years ago or two minutes ago. The only way he could realize this is if he heard them talk to anyone, since they react and respond differently than someone that was an employee for a while. Yet, he figured this shouldn't be a concern of his and continued down the corriders and the stairwells. He saw Arthur talking on a fone, a Slig discussing with a new Glukkon, a Big Bro struggling his way up to the top of the stair way, another Glukkon with two bouncers, and two Sligs confused in the halls. There certainly was a lot of employees that he had never seen before. It was a shame he never got to meet any of them, since most of them had not received an injury yet or had not had a friend that did either.
Slap finally reached the Labortory and walked in. The Vykkers there were still doing what they did when he last left them. Discussing matters by themselves, on subjects Slap thought that would make good stories, but are unimportant to any extent in his eyes. He gently placed his Fuzzles by an experimentation counter and lifted his laptop from his apron with his slimey hand. He carefully typed his other hand to the others, "I guess Arrack is awake. May I suggest restraining him yet again until further medication is applied to him?
Oh and yes, I do have the requests you asked for. We should have Chill Pills somewhere around here, but I have the Fuzzles and the Espresso that you need. The internet orders have not yet been introduced, but I will be sure to get them applied. Anyways, can I try the treating Arrack? His condition should be in my degree."
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