IC
(GROUND FLOOR)
(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)
Population: Rick? Wic
He sat and angsted against the door. His mechanical arm was no comfort, just feeling cold against the remains of his shoulder. It seemed the positives faded away when he dwelled on the negatives. The meaner sligs looked like they had it all. They were sociable with their peers, could fire a gun just fine (He was too scared to do it) and didn't get some weirdo telling them...These things he'd rather not hear from his tormentor. He rested his head on his organic hand. His eyes weeped quietly. He couldn't see the light at times.
A little mudokon (
Wic) ran then snuck up to [b]
Dimitrio.
He swivelled his eyes over to the child in a trenchcoat and cap without much thought. A kid wouldn't pick on him for crying. An older person would find it odd. He said quietly:
"Mister Sad Swiggy? Do you wanna hug?"
Dimitrio wasn't one for physical contact or admitting he just wanted to break down and cry. But suddenly this looked like a golden opportunity.
He sniffled, squeaked a weak “Yes...” and restarted bawling and sobbing pathetically.
(FIRST FLOOR)
(DEK'S LAB)
Population: Krik, Dionysia,
The unseen mudokon (
Dionysia) kept on yelling over something. Perhaps the vykker was torturing her. Either way,
Agent 80085 would rather not get involved with a vykker. They were sadistic psychos.
"Hey!" The vykker (
Krik) snapped. It looked like he was the bossy kind of guy who wouldn't take a finger for an answer.
“F@£* it...” She thought. He stormed over on three grisly legs to confront her. Suddenly she felt embarrassed about being looked down upon naked. She was short for a slig and lying on her back wasn't helping either.
It was times like this she hated the fact she went red easily.
"You will show the proper respect to your superiors slug, or find yourself in front of Queen Skillya!" Tch. The name didn't a bell. Then again, neither did a cybernetic anorexic but she knew she had
something to do with him...Unable to find words to fire back at him,
she snarled deeply and glared hard. She hated being submissive. It made her scared and annoyed, mostly scared.
The ugly guy with a head like a balloon didn't seem to notice the fact she was female. He did notice something on the lab floor, however. He snatched it up in a spindly arm and glared at it. She felt sick and could of kicked herself. She failed to protect Mr. Sprinkles again.
She swallowed hard and shivered.
"What is
this piece of rubbish?" He asked grumpily. She recalled a horrific memory involving vykkers and losing someone close. She had no idea who or what was involved in it, but she didn't want a repeat.
Wailing, she clinged to the vykker's legs and wailed like a desperate child.
“DON'T TAKE HIM; PLEASE!” She could have been heard all around the factory in a cartoon.