[Zozo the Zrilufet]

agent is off her nut. Still, she cares. Sweet!

Yep, she's lost her nut for good, though mostly she keeps it with her. But it breaks loose. And she has a soul, yay.

Dimitrio: (Looks around room) (Sees mirror) (Looks around suspiciously) (Does pose in front of mirror) Oh yeah, you sexy thang!

Agent 80085: -_-?

Dimitrio: (Embarrassed) Uhhh...

Eh, I've been wanting to type that here for a while....Well here is chapter!... Its probably short, but oh well....I think I've been loosing detail, it was all fancy in teh beggining, then it went (Makes falling whistling noise) Any critiques? Here goes!

CHAPTER 9 MORE NEWS

The high ranking important sligs were lined up. A lot of big bros, some walking or flying sligs with better rankings, like the slig lady. They stood strictly still, nor slouching or scratching. They didn’t bother to talk, or tilt their heads to look around the dark rectangular shaped room. Light beamed in through a paned window. Out of the window and black frames was a view of the Barracks. Tents were piled up below, the sky was still blocked from view with green clouds and the room was silent. Until the two metal doors were pushed open.

An angry glukkon entered the room, followed by a slig valet. The glukkon looked old and moody, was taller than most glukkons and his skin was an X11 purple colour. His figure was stronger and he wore a uniform like general Dripik had done, with more medals from more work experience and he smoked a thick brown cigar. The valet looked like a normal walking slig, if it weren’t for his fancier pants, navy blue and gold top hat and jacket. He also had a stick, with a fancy intricate carving of a glukkon on top of it. The slig was silent as he walked apart from the sound his pants made. The glukkon too, apart from his feet that made a sound like dogs nails scratching on the floor. He walked straight up to the female slig and leaned lower to glare into her eyes with his red ones. His valet glared at her too, as if trying to help his master in what he was about to do.

“You!” Natzo the glukkon began furiously. “Have been wasting your wages and time on someone who is going to die anyway!” He scolded. “What is your excuse?!” The valet slig posed with his stick as he glared at her, like he did to everyone else except Natzo. She gave him daggers back as her tentacles quivered, trying to think of a reply.

“Sir, he’s alive!” She protested frustratingly. “We don’t have to shoot him, he’s!–” She was cut off as Natzo’s glare intensified and he leant closer, letting her feel the tobacco-reeking breath on her tentacles.
“I can’t have sligs with special needs!” He snarled in front of the other sligs in the room.
“I’m on a low budget!” The valet slig gave her dirty looks silently at her, in agreement with his master.
“He’s alive; he’s out of his coma!” She went on daringly and disobediently.
“These two sligs!...” She cut herself off in common sense, knowing he wouldn’t believe her.

He just laughed in her face, letting her feel the tobacco on his breath. His mood swinged suddenly to rage like a domestically abusive person.
“Do you really expect me to believe that?!” He yelled scornfully. “Do you think I’m stupid?! I wasn’t made general when Dripik died for nothing!” He spat. Agent 80085 cringed as other sligs began to laugh, with full permission from the cruel glukkon. A sly smirk crossed Namanchier’s face as his master had more on his side and was winning the argument. She stood there frozen, feeling helpless and defenceless with no where to run as they all laughed at her. The glukkon’s large purple head came nearer to hers again.
“He’s just another slig, nothing special!” He yelled amongst the laughing crowd.
“We’re gonna shot him, and that’s final!”

Suddenly, a loud creaking then a slam made them jump and silenced them in suspense. Natzo’s head was out of her face and turned in the direction of the source of the sound, along with everyone else. Agent looked too.

The door was off its hinges, and lying on the metal floor. A walking slig stood there in the wide doorway. He was also shocked to see he had somehow knocked the door down, and was being stared at by superiors. He stood glued to the spot, before nervously scratching the back of his neck with a hand. An iron hand. On an arm made from a leg from a pair of slig’s pants. He scratched at his neck before daring to make eye contact with the group, which he quickly took away.
“…. Ummm” He mumbled. “…… I…….. Thought this was the……” He felt too nervous to carry on, and just stared shyly at the floor.

The sligs stared dumbly, Namanchier looked up at the glukkon for an answer, Natzo had his mouth so wide open in disbelief, his cigar fell to the floor, and Agent just stared strongly at Dimitrio. The evidence was there, she was right – now to see if Natzo thought a robotic limb would be good enough. Silence lingered, before she spoke up in the room.
“Well, I did try to tell you…” She said to Natzo, hiding the smirking and joy in her mind. The glukkon just continued to gawp with a dropping lower jaw. Namanchier looked worried at his master, before picking up the cigar. He offered it back to the glukkon, who didn’t react.
“Ah well…” She ended the one-sided conversation and began towards the open doorway. “Better bring him to the cafeteria…” She sniggered under her breath. Namanchier glared at her darkly as she left through the doorway, walking over the door. He vowed vengeance on her, for today and the time she attacked him and his master whilst under possession. Dimitrio stood there in confusion, before one of her thick muscular arms reached out and yanked him away from the groups view.
“Come on slacker, your special treatment is over, back to work!”

They quietly walked through the stained steel halls, too shy to speak to each other. They had both been involved emotionally with each other, but didn’t know how to go about admitting it or talking about it – she had saved his life and he was alive and grateful for it. Yet their shyness of admitting something close to something, a strange fear of rejection, and embarrassment over the recent dramatic events, made a part of them rather not speak to each other, even though they really wanted to. They kept on walking through the scruffy corridors, past pant vendors and wing vendors with no one else around. When they made it to the tall wide cafeteria doors, she finally spoke.

“Well…” She began sadly. “This is it… back to work, I…”
A melancholy silence fell between them as they still felt too awkward to speak to each other. They felt disappointed too that they couldn’t. Dimitrio scratched at his neck again with his flesh arm.
“W-w-well…” He stuttered nervously. “Thanks for…Helping save my life…”
They smiled slightly with red faces like opples.
They laughed a bit in nervousness, before she looked at him funny. She smiled in her eyes, then lunged at Dimitrio who flinched. He opened his eyes to find her squeezing him tight against her in an emotional hug. He stood glued to the spot as she shook in quiet sobs.
“Don’t leave me again…” She pleaded.

His eyes swivelled nervously over her bulky right shoulder around the room, in case anyone was watching. The last thing she’d want was for someone to see her like this. He shared that feeling. He figured it would go on for 45 minutes again, and so he broke it so they wouldn’t be late for work and told off. She looked at him with her hidden eyes, wondering why he had stopped their embrace.
“We both have to go…” He answered softly. “Or we’ll get in trouble…” Silence fell before she sighed sadly in agreement. Her head was low as she reached out towards the old metal door handle and gripped it reluctantly.
“Softie…”
She turned to a smirking Dimitrio, before giving him a more serious glare.
“I am not…”
“Liar.” He teased, earning him a sharp poke in the ribs. He burst out with a laugh as it tickled, before she whacked him playfully on the head.
“Ah, just get in there already…” She muttered, rolling her eyes playfully underneath her mask. She opened the door, peering inside, before pulling him in the direction of it.

He felt butterflies inside him before realising he’d be seen by others. Usually he’d just keep his head low and they’d leave him alone, but after what had happened, gossip would of spread like wildfire in a dry barn and he had a robotic armed to be gawped at. He breathed deeply as he tried to gain courage, before Agent 80085’s hand snatched his wrist and he felt like he had to follow through the doors.

As he blindly followed her with his head facing the floor, his ears picked up the whispers that spread around the tables aligned with walking sligs. He heard her and his names being mentioned, the word Zrilufet, various things being asked about his mechanical arm… He didn’t notice an annoyed female slig swipe her gun out of its holder and shoot the ceiling. He screamed and leapt like a rabbit when the gunshot banged through the metal room.

“Lousy sons of a…” She cut herself off when she realised she’d be insulting Dimitrio too, and just sat down at a random desolate chair. Dimitrio timidly sat next to her, having followed her like a toddler to mummy too much. He flinched as he heard sniggers in the cafeteria as Agent growled, but tried to ignore them for the time being. Agent was about to bring out her gun again much to Dimitrio’s dismay, but was distracted as a crackling was heard and the room went dark.

An age old projector flickered onto the steel wall, making them all turn their heads. A black and white coloured projected video came clearer into view, as the JPEG picture brightened and black lines and specs flickered over the introduction video. An animation with the familiar two slig heads Slig Barracks logo came on with crackling fizzing sound, before the actual music could be heard.

The black and white animation showed a picture of the Zrilufet, before nattering strange voices spoke up.
“This is the Zrilufet, you don’t shoot it or you’ll get screwed.” A too-high vykker voice squeaked.
“Someone swallowed a fuzzle…” Dimitrio remarked while she sniggered in the dark. Their moods changed as they saw the creature that had changed them. She gripped the table edge hard to try and keep sane and not let her insanity taker over.
“Don’t kill it and bring it back to a superior!” The narrator squeaked as more pictures of the Zrilufet popped up. Sligs sniggered as a random picture of Mike cleaning the lab in an apron showed up on screen, having been put there by accident.
“If you do, you’ll get rewarded! That is all!” The voice shrieked before the projector went off. The room was dark as a slig tripped and swore as he tried to find the lights.

Dimitrio looked at Agent 80085 for an answer while sligs muttered in the background.
“Honestly, our attention spans aren’t that bad…” A torn tentacled slig whined. “Right guys?... Guys!”
“Huh? What?” A slig spoke up. “Can you tell me what happened on the vid? I was too busy trying to figure out why the room went dark and then I thought I saw a guy move.”
“…” He was too irritated to answer.
“Most of us are stupid and don’t pay attention, so they make it fast like that to try and get your attention.” She answered him. She frowned and gave him a sharp poke.
“Dimitri?”
He had his head on the table resting in his arms. Perhaps he wasn’t fully out of his coma yet. Knowing he was a light sleeper, she gave him a hard nudge and hissed, but he was already out like the lights. She groaned as the big bros began coming in. It was time to herd the lot of them into nightshift or their beds.

She got off of her cheap plastic seat and hauled him over her shoulder. He didn’t even stir, and just flopped over her back. She walked in the direction of the doors, ignoring the stares and big bros who said she should be herding them like the rest of the higher ranked sligs.
“I am, I’ll come back and do the rest…” She answered a larger one. She didn’t want to take her chances, knowing what Cecil could be like. So she slipped through the doors and tried not to get noticed.

She strolled down the corridors with ease. She only saw one small group of sligs, which she fired a warning shot at for talking about her ‘behind her back’. The corridors were rusting, metal and just seemed to get cheaper like everything else since Natzo took charge. She swore in her mind that the corridors had less holes in them when Dripik was around. She shivered as gusts blew through almost deliberately and gripped tighter at Dimitrio’s limp body and metal pants.

She carried on shivering and walking outside the main building. The tents rose high like a city of cheap fabric and reached out at the pitch black sky. The ever stretching clouds covered up the stars, but had a gap. She gazed up and screwed her face in disgust as she saw an insult. A reminder of the mass murders that had occurred there in the Barracks, all by the same person, who had also unintentionally brought a worse and poorer life for the sligs there. But had intentionally killed Dripik. The clouds swept and revealed another moon, Munch’s moon. The gabbit responsible for killing sligs in other areas, helping to kill them…

“Ba**ar*s!” She found herself yelling at the sky and no one. She realised what she was doing, and carried on through the darkness of the night. She looked around in paranoia and breathed in fear, remembering a bad time where she had ventured out alone at night. Her walking grew slower and her hearing more concentrated as she tried to find a potential attacker. There was no one but Dimitrio and herself, but she almost wanted someone to come out so she could shoot them and get it over with. The only comfort was the silence, which didn’t seemed to help at all. She shook the walking slig she held, but there was no response or movement not done by her shaking. She swallowed, and pressed herself to keep going and get it over and done with instead.

She breathed in relief when she finally made it to his tent, recognising it from where it was. She peered inside but only saw darkness in the darkness. She struggled inside and shoved him quickly under a blanket, knowing he wouldn’t wake. He remained silent and still like the night, limp and lying against tangled blankets. She sighed as she knew she would have to go out and get back to her own sleeping area, inside with other big bros and higher ranking people. At times she couldn’t stand it packed in a room full of stronger males, so she slept with her hand at her gun. She couldn’t bring herself to leave the tent, out into the imaginary danger of the night, so she sat to think. In her drowsiness, she lay down beside him for comfort. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep where she shouldn’t of, and snored like a growling slog.