[ParasiteSklent]

Chapter 2's finally up. Sorry for the 3-day wait. I'm a slow writer.

CHAPTER 2

Abe and Munch sat at their desks, confused by everything that just happened.

Abe: ...What just happened?

Munch: I have no idea.

Do we need to have a recap so early?

Abe: No, that's OK, I can remember-

Good, because there are Vykkers now. LOOK!

As Abe looked up, a wrinkled, pinkish purple face was directly in front of his, its beady green eyes staring directly into his very soul.

Humphrey: What is up, G?

Abe: ...Uh...

The other Vykker approached the first from behind.

Irwin: Oh no you di'int! You are straigh trippin', dawg!

Abe: ...I don't know what you're trying to say-

Humphrey moved his large oval head away from the Mudokon.

Humphrey: We're just trying to catch up with the modern slang. That IS what all the hip kids are saying, right?

Irwin: Do the kids still say hip?

Humphrey and Irwin shrugged their bony shoulders while everyone else in the room stared at them quizzically. In the back, the stranger shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He looked up slowly and began to speak in a soft, but harsh, tone of voice.

Stranger: Hey. Are we gonna be gettin' anything done? Or are we gonna be standin' around like a buncha dumb Clakkerz all day?

One of the three Clakkerz turned in his seat to face the stranger.

Clakker Guy: Who're you callin dumb, fuzzbutt?

The stranger growled, while the Mudokons and Sligs focused their attention from the weird guys up front to the possible impending brawl. Not pleased with the lack of attention, Irwin took out a syringe gun and shot it at the Clakker, knocking him unconscious. The Mudokons jumped back in surprise, while the Sligs joined together in uproarious laughter. Abe and Munch were silently panicking.

Humphrey: Now now, if we're going to be stuck here with you, we might as well make something of the time.

Irwin: Maybe we could demonstrate a few of our...riskier experiments on the Gabbit...

Irwin slowly maneuvered his three stubby legs towards Munch, but Humphrey slapped his hands away. Munch was starting to look thoroughly panicked. Abe began to raise his hand timidly.

Abe: Uh... Mr. Weird Guys...that Clakker isn't dead...is he?

Humphrey: Of course not, he's just taking a long snooze.

Another Clakker chimed in.

Clakker #2: How come he ain't breathin'?

Humphrey raised his non-existant eyebrows and pulled Irwin aside. The Vykkers whispered loudly at each other.

Humphrey: Those syringes were supposed to put things to sleep, not kill them!

Irwin: Would you be mad at me if I said I filled them with nitroglycerin?

Humphrey: You WHAT?!

Irwin: I thought you'd like it, that seems like something you'd do!

Humphrey: Nitroglycerin explodes, you moron!

Humphrey broke out of his whisper with that sentence. Everyone in the room, including the stranger and the Sligs, looked completely terrified.

Humphrey: Get that guy outta here, he's gonna blow!

Before Abe had a chance to blink, he saw the stranger on the other side of the room, holding the Clakker. He ran to a window and threw him out as far as he could. The Mudokons, Sligs, and remaining two Clakkerz watched the first fly through the air, and eventually explode. Feathers and chunks of meat went flying everywhere. Giddy Slogs and Fleeches roamed about outside, eating the meat as it rained down from the sky. The author also realized that it should have exploded upon contact with the Clakker, but she can take creative liberties for the sake of humor.

Humphrey: That's what you get for not doing your homework beforehand, missy.

Oh. Look over there. I believe that's a Fuzzle, and it's just waiting to have poisonous liquids seeped into every orifice of its body.

Irwin: Oh goody! Torture!

Humphrey: Educational torture!

The two high-five. Or, high-three, actually. It would be hard to do that, since their fingers are claws, but you get the drift-

Irwin: You sure love to ramble on and on and on, don't you?

You're absolutely right, I do. Now let's talk about Expresso.

Irwin: What about the Fuzzle?

The Fuzzle was a lie. Now talk about the drink or I'll write you out.

Irwin: OK!

Irwin pulled an orange can out of thin air and handed it to Humphrey, who slammed it down on the desk in front of him.

Humphrey: This, my young victims- er, I mean, students... Is a can of a little thing we like to call Expresso.

Irwin: It's a tasty coffee blend, with some wild after-effects!

Humphrey: It's still undergoing testing, which is why no one in the general public should drink it... Also, there's a vending machine full of it in the hall as of right now.

All the Mudokons in the room (save for Abe) ran out in the hall, rejoicing. The Clakkerz shrugged and also left. One Slig joined them, while the other four continued on with their rambunctious behavior. The stranger stared out the window at the Fleeches and Slogs, while the Glukkon fell asleep again. Abe and Munch turned to face each other.

Abe: These guys seem pretty scary. I don't think we should drink any of that Expresso stuff.

As Abe finished his sentence, the two Vykkers swarmed around the Gabbit and Mudokon from either side.

Irwin: Well hi there, little guy.

Humphrey: We're just looking out for you, Gabbit.

Irwin: We wouldn't want to hurt you, we got you in here, after all.

Humphrey grabbed Abe's head in his long claws.

Humphrey: You're not gonna let this stitch-lipped Mudokon tell you what to do, are you? That Expresso will be just fine for you. It might come in handy.

Irwin placed the can from the desk in front of Munch.

Irwin: Take this can. Who knows, you might need it later.

The Vykkers laughed ominously and exited the room. As they left, the Sligs shortly followed, giving Abe a hard shove on the way out for no apparent reason. One of the Sligs dragged the sleeping Glukkon behind him.

Abe: Is that Glukkon a friend of yours?

Slig: Lulu? No way. He's a dumb, lazy Gluk. His ma hired me to keep an eye on him so a Scrab doesn't eat him or somethin'.

As the Slig and Glukkon passed, the stranger sauntered past Munch and Abe. He only gave them a quick glance. After he went, Munch turned to Abe.

Munch: I ain't gonna listen to what them Vykkers said. I'm not gonna drink this stuff. You take it.

Abe: But I don't want it.

Munch: Come on.

Abe: But-

Munch: Abe-

Abe: OK, fine.

Abe took the can and shoved it into the knot of his loincloth. It looked strange jutting out from behind, but he had nowhere else to place it, so he thought it would have to do. The pair were the last to exit the room. The halls were now packed with inhabitants of Mudos, conversing with each other, but mostly keeping with their own species. Sometimes a Vykker would approach a Glukkon, and a few Sligs would stand around one Glukkon or two, but everyone else usually kept to themselves. The fact that Abe, a Mudokon, wandered the halls with the token Gabbit was looked down upon greatly.

As they wandered aimlessly, the pair saw a small group of Mudokon females. They talked quietly with one another and would occasionally giggle. Abe was nervous, and started wondering about what they were talking about. While he stood and stared, the stranger walked past the group. All the girls were silent as they watched him walk down the hall. Once he was out of view, they started chatting, only this time, they were very loud.

Mudokon Female #1: Wow, did you see that guy? What a hunk!

Mudokon Female #2: He was SO dreamy!

Mudokon Female #3: What about that guy over there? He's kinda cute.

Abe saw that the girl was pointing towards him. He blushed and turned his head away nervously.

Mudokon Female #2: Isn't that that Abe guy? The one with the stitch lips?

Mudokon Female #1: He's such a weirdo. He hangs out with that weird Alf guy.

Mudokon Girl #3: It looks like he's hanging around that Gabbit now, too.

Mudokon Female #2: What a weirdo.

Abe moaned sorrowfully and walked off, while Munch hopped beside him.

Munch: Dude, you ain't mad at me for hangin' around you, are ya?

Abe: No, you heard them. They already thought I was weird.

As the walked away, a large Outlaw named Blisterz Booty approached the girls. He appeared to be flexing, and doing other such things to try to impress them. Suffice it to say, they were not impressed.

Mudokon Female #3: OH MY SHRYKULL, HE'S HIDEOUS!

Mudokon Female #1: MY EYES! SOMEBODY GAUGE 'EM OUT!

Mudokon Female #2: I think I'm gonna be sick!

A creepy Vykker kid came up behind the girls.

Creepy Vykker: If you do vomit, can I use it for an experiment. It's all in the name of science!

Mudokon Female #2: Eww, get away from me! You're almost as creepy as Blisterz!

Blisterz Booty: Aww, c'mon, don't be that way!

Mudokon Female #1: Let's all leave.

And so they do.

Blisterz Booty: Yer all a bunch o' dumb bitches anyways!

The author/narrator has now realized that we've spent too much time on focusing on unimportant, faceless characters. Now, we shall return to Abe and Munch. Why, look at that, they're outside now, getting ready for Gym.

Abe: We are?

Munch: When did that happen?

The two decided to shut their traps abruptly as their "coach" approached. A large Glukkon wearing a black suit with many medals dangling from it appeared. He had what looked like an eyepatch over one of his eyes.

Glukkon: Hey, you guys! My name's-a coach... Uh...uuuh...ummm...

A Slig standing next to him tugged on his suit.

Slig: Dripik.

Glukkon: Dripik! Yeah! I knew that. Now, I'm the boss of this here...uh....home ec class?

Slig: Gym.

Dripik: GYM! Yeah...I knew that too.

Loud yelling and crying was heard in the distance.

Slig: Boss, Phleg is trying to get in the Slog hut again.

Dripik: HEY, PHLEG! GET OUTTA THERE!

Phleg: It's not worth it! I want them to eat my delicious skin!

Abe: Wait a minute, there are Slogs here?

Dripik: Well yeah, didn't you know, boy? Today, we're gonna be doin' the Slog Run!

Shock and terror abound. Since cliffhangers are so epic and funny at the same time, I'll leave the fate of Munch and Abe to wait until the next installment.

Will the two make it past the deadly Slogs? Will the sinister plot of the Vykkers be revealed? And what of this mysterious Stranger fellow? Will Dripik learn to remember his own name? Will Phleg stop being such a dram queen? And where the hell is Aslik? All these questions may or may not be answered...whenever I get around to writing the next chapter. Wait for it, ya shmoes.

END OF CHAPTER 2.