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Well it's been a while since I was away in Boppard, but I still plan spoilers for my other fanfic later into this fanfic....Dum dummm....Well here ya go...Wonder where Mia went.... Think I should of made Fluffy more nuts.
CHAPTER SIX: THE SAD TRUTH
Kico froze, not wanting to answer that dreaded question. He only knew one – possibly two – of her children, and the rest he couldn’t tell from Skillya’s if he was locked in a room with a rogue elephant on musth and forced to for any hopes of escape. How could he tell Fluffy, that they were all slaves, slaves who beat, shot, killed and discriminated against other slaves? She was a good person, it would break her heart. He swallowed in his throat aching from crying as he thought of something to say.
“Well…They’re sort of looked after, better than mudokons like me, but…” Fluffy stared pleadingly at him with that bunch of eyes behind glowing red visors.
“Please, I must know, even if it kills me! I can’t go on like this, not knowing what happens to them!” She begged desperately, still holding those baby sligs in her arms. Their squeaks and creaks faded, as they grew more tired and slowly shut their beady eyes. Kico took a deep breath, knowing the truth would hurt her and not sure how to begin. He didn’t want to tell her, it would save her the heartbreak, but he knew by that look in those eyes, although hidden by a large thick steel mask and visors of glass or some other industrial made material, that she needed to know about the children that were cruelly snatched away from her, what fate they faced, she needed answers.
Stifling a sob, his shiny eyes began to well up with tears again, knowing she too would cry.
“The sligs…All of the sligs…” He thought desperately as he felt his eyes on her like lasers. He remained stunned in silence for a minute too long as tears ran from under her mask and dripped onto the floor.
“Go on.” She croaked gently, though she was bursting with the urge to scream and demand an explanation if it killed her. She didn’t want to scare the child like hybrid or wake up all of her children; it would take forever to put them all back to sleep again. Kico took another deep breath through the slig tentacles on his face, trying to summon up the courage.
“The sligs…They all…” He sobbed a shaky sob again. “The glukkons make them…” Fluffy shook as she waited for a reply, feeling like she was waiting forever. The babies stirred as she shook, trying to get to sleep as she was too desperate for an answer to notice.
“The glukkons…They…They make them work…” He began, making progress. “They go on guard duty…And stuff…They, uhhh, work…In places…”
She finally snapped.
“Where do they work?! Do they get looked after?! What happens to them?! What do they do?!” She tried not to scream as the babies stirred. They whined, forcing her to calm down. She shushed them, rocking them gently as Kico wondered how he could tell her without making her burst into tears. He couldn’t think of anything. It was hopeless, unless of course he lied, which he knew would be wrong. He kept on forcing his mind to go against his fear and forget the look on her horrified and disappointed face he’d see when he told her.
“The glukkons treat them badly I think, but not as bad as mudokons…” He whispered, making her face go sadder. Her tentacles went limp and her large eyes squinted in between crying sobs.
“What…What do they do to them?” She squeaked weakly, like the babies she was holding. “What do they…?” Kico took in another deep breath.
“They have to work, they’re made to, if they get fired…Nobody really sees them again, they treat the mudokons badly too…”
Fluffy sobbed. There was a suspicious nervous look about her face that made Kico suspicious, like she knew something. But he didn’t know what or how to go about challenging her about it, so he just eyed her suspiciously instead as he pondered what she was perhaps hiding.
“They treat…You badly?” She sobbed in a weak croaky hiss. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when she didn’t wander or ask about what happened to them after they got fired. But she probably knew anyway. He had been brought to her after being fired himself. She perhaps had the fired sligs tossed in with her in this dark steel dungeon like he had been.
He sighed in a deep breath as Fluffy grew tired. The desperation kept her awake.
“Yeah… I know that they get sent to work in places, I’ve only ever seen how they live in the Slig Barracks…” He offered apologetically. The part of her body, her waist attached to her huge egg sack, with whatever parts she could move above it, shook as she sobbed.
“They’re slaves, aren’t they?” She croaked, bursting into hysterical tears. “Odd, what do they do to my babies?!” Kico shuffled his feet, not knowing how to comfort a mother crying for her possibly hundreds of lost children.
“They guard stuff and work…They sleep in tents and make sure us mudokons are working…” He flinched as she screamed hysterically, and cried heavier and heavier. The babies cried too as they were disturbed by her loud sounds and frantic shaking. Scared, he backed away in the darkness, his eyes adjusted to it well now.
He sat and waited shyly in the dark as her sobs died down. Sobs from being emotional about finally hearing news about them. Sobs from the fact there was some misery in their lives. Sobs from the fact that she wanted to know more.
“What…What do they?!-” She was cut off by a distressed Kico, unnerved by the screaming queen and her crying children.
“They go to work, guard places and watch us mudokon slaves. They sleep at night in scruffy tents. They eat bad food. They carry weapons with them. If they get fired, they’re gone…Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t know much…” He answered glumly, looking at the metal floor he could now see. “I just saw them around…”
He shuffled his feet as her sobs grew quieter. He felt bad for her, but he couldn’t think with the stress. The baby sligs cried, screaming high pitched squeaks as Fluffy held them, shaking in sobs. Other ones that had previously been sleeping had woke up, were crying or crawling around the room. Sighing, he sat down on the hard cold floor on his naked slig tail, looking at the bundles of larva or grubs lying around and the depressed queen Fluffy. He felt guilt for replying so bluntly to her.
He froze then flinched as he felt something wriggle its digits against his short growing mudokon leg. He shuffled backwards on his hands and rear in a panic, before seeing it was just another baby slig. He calmed down, and watched as it dragged itself with its tiny delicate hands and wriggled towards him. It wriggled its face tentacles against him again, and pulled itself onto his closed legs. It rested its small head against his slig belly, and with a breath or carbon dioxide outwards, fell asleep.
He looked puzzled at the sleeping baby, before holding it with his slig arms so it didn’t fall off. He tensed up with fear as he heard a growl, before realizing it was just Fluffy. She gazed sadly at the floor, her black shiny eyes swivelling to him.
“I see Joshi likes you…”
Kico looked at the slig baby, then the huge queen. Most of the babies had calmed down, realising the screaming just came from their distressed mother, and were wandering back to her.
“How do you know he’s…Joshi? They all look the same to me.” He asked. “Sorry that I…” He was silenced as she raised a free hand to quieten him.
“It’s alright…” She hissed, not angry. “I’m distressed, you’re distressed…” She looked at the bundle of babies in her arms. They creaked happily, having got over their fear, and nuzzled against her long tentacles while she purred, a low loud rumbling sound.
“I can tell them by their smell, I suppose it’s a queen thing…I remember every one of them too…” The babies squeaked, like laughter as she held and rocked them. Kico felt nervous as a whole load of the babies began crawling towards him in the dark. He shuffled backwards in his sitting position, trying not to wake Joshi who clinged on to Kico as he slept silently, to escape the babies.
Fluffy stared sadly at the cold floor, then smiled as she saw Kico afraid of her children. “They won’t hurt you, I promise…” She continued to gaze at the floor as an unnerved Kico watched them crawl closer and closer. He finally stopped his slow shuffling escape as his back touched the cold steel wall. Still scared of the approaching young, his gaze drifted to Fluffy. She was still sad, he could tell. Her front body drooped from her egg sack that towered higher than a small building, her tentacles flopped around the now happy children she held, and she stifled sobs quietly.
“…You said they were mean to you, what do they…Do?”
Kico looked sadly at her, as she looked on the brink of tears. She’d have to know the truth sooner or later.
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The younger gang of mudokons kept on cleaning. Even though their arms, backs and legs ached from being in their crouching position for about an hour. Even though their knees and hands were bruised, from constantly kneeling on them. Even though they were tired from short periods of allowed sleep, cold from wearing just their loincloths, hungry from lack of food given to them and wanted to sulk off somewhere to sleep. They couldn’t stop scrubbing, for the sligs were watching. The sligs armed with batons, guns and whatever else they were given as a weapon that they chose to beat mudokons with. Sligs were crowded around the area at ground level outside, walking in and out of alleyways between brown tents lumped on top of each other like dirty washing. There was just the sound of them talking and their pants moving, as the mudokons weren’t allowed to talk. If they did, they would get killed. Shot.
The five mudokon friends shivered as a gust of wind flew by them, like it was rubbing their torture in their faces. Tiro scrubbed slower and slower as he became worn out, stopping and slouching for a moment in rest. Kico watched as a walking slig came sneaking up behind Tiro, his pant sounds blowing his cover. He felt scared, knowing the slig was up to something, but could do nothing. Tiro continued cleaning, sweating as he heard the slig come closer. His thoughts were that he had noticed his pause in work and that he would get told off for it. He thought wrong as Kico and others noticed in horror as the slig raised his gun.
The walking slig made some BS Smo’BS sounds, before thrusting his blunderbuss down – he beat Tiro hard and repeatedly, over and over again as the children could do nothing for fear of being shot. Tiro yelped and howled as his body scrambled for escape and hit the dirty ground with the force, for little over a minute. The slig was done with his beating. He expected him to tell him off for ‘not working’, swear or spit at him for ‘being lazy’ – but he didn’t. The sadistic slig just laughed cruelly and walked over to another group of sligs.
Kico cried silently in frustration, injustice, pity and despair while Tiro cried quietly in short sobs he tried to hide in pain and fear. The slig had given no reason for beating Tiro, so presumably he had done it just for sick fun. The others, whenever they had noticed or not, carried on scrubbing with their cloths for fear of getting beaten, even though the guilt and injustice of seeing one of their fellow people get beaten panged at their conscience.
“Hey, you there!” A non sliggish voice yelled. It caught the mudokons attention, and they looked over whilst still scrubbing. A bulky slig stood there, so bulky that the slig’s shoulders were broad and its arms were thick at the upper and lower parts, unlike most slig’s arms. Thick abs showed through the black sleeveless shirt the slig wore, and two large lumps on the slig’s chest. The slig’s pants were of a different, rounder, less complicated design, made of aluminium and shined back at the sun as the slig walked, half marching furiously towards the slig that had beaten Tiro.
The mudokons stopped cleaning and watched, feeling safe as the crowd of slig’s attention was drawn to the commotion going on between the two. The butchier slig in the shirt yelled at the cowering slig, before yanking him up by the tentacles so he hung off the brown ground by his mechanical feet. The stronger and madder slig’s eyes glared into his as the slig struggled in pain and fear. Pulling his face closer to the slig’s own with a dark glare, the slig victim finally silenced, only uttering faint whimpering.
“If I see you breaking rules like that again, Natzo is the one that’s gonna deal with you…” Slig’s sniggered, some of the mudokons giggled and the slig’s terrified whines could be heard, like a kicked sloggie.
“AFTER I REARRANGE YOUR FACE!” The bigger slig screeched. The mudokons and some other sligs yelped or jerked in surprise-fear. The slig let go of the terrified slig, who ran screaming like a girl down the nearest tent alleyway. The other sligs laughed as the mudokons tried to hide giggles in the scrappy, metal, bent pipe and hanging light-ridden outdoors.
“WHAT’S SO FUNNY?!” The slig screamed, scaring them all again. “GET TO THE CAFETERIA SLIGS, THERE’S A MEETING THERE!”
Scared, they all began leaving as quickly and quietly as possible, the sound of their pants moving escalating louder before fading out. Kico looked around and panicked with fear for his friend’s life when he saw Tiro openly approaching the mad slig. The mudokons felt helpless as they knew they couldn’t move; it would risk getting killed themselves.
They waited with their hearts in his mouths as the tough looking slig noticed Tiro approach. The slig glared at him in a sour mood, the slig’s hand near the gun holder on the slig’s curved mechanical pant leg.
“What do you want, mud?! You should be scrubbing! Get back to work before I’m supposed to shoot you!”
Tiro just beamed up at the slig, like a puppy to its master. The mudokons watched, only able to see his back and the slig’s muscular torso and head with glaring demanding electronic eyes.
“Thank you for punishing the mean sliggy, Mr. Sliggy!”
Tiro took a step back, his green facial expression changing to fear when the slig leant down to glare at him. The slig’s red visored eyes were right up against his. He could feel the slig’s tentacles move on the slig’s face as the slig spoke.
“I’m a female slig, mud. Don’t forget it.” With that said, she walked down the alleyway, in no rush as her pants made considerably less sound than normal heavy metal slig pants.
Tiro stood there for a moment, before going back to the other mudokons. He then stopped, as a huge wired grin bended onto his face as he got an idea. The other mudokons just looked at him before Riko butted in.
“What the heck are you smiling for?!” The stitch-eyed mudokon snapped, still crouching on the ground from scrubbing. “You could of gotten yourself killed!”
Kico wondered the same thing as Tiro’s grin just grew. Lido spoke up shyly.
“Why are you happy?” He squeaked faintly. Tiro laughed.
“Remember I said I’d try my trick on another sliggy?”
“You mean possession, genius?” Riko butted in bluntly, earning an elbow-shove from Mudancha. His smile hinted at evil.
“Well I just figured out a way to do it whilst getting revenge…Sweet sweet revenge on those sliggies…”