[Splat]

Why, does no one reply to my stories, why? Do they not care about me? Am i not human? will no reply to me? I need replies, i depend on them as i depend on food! An so, i will sit here and wait for at least 1 reply before writing the next chapter. *Sits still for six hours.*
Ah, forget it, im desperate! I'll just write this and than ill need one reply between each chapter. And if your lookin for the other
chapter look above under Flamers name.

Abe
The thing didn’t speak, though it probably understood what was happening to its tormentor. I felt through the slig’s body till I found what I was looking for. I pushed the security card into a small machine on the glass screen. It drew back. I then checked each of the doors leading into the room I was in before locking them all. All I saw was a couple of dead vykkers and interns. I suppose most people took off when half the factory blew up. I looked cautiously at the… thing for a moment before blowing up the slig. I walked out of the shadows and stared at the… thing.
“Hi,” it ventured in the voice of a young mudokon.
“Uh, hi,” I replied awkwardly.
“Thanks for savin my life.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you always speak in one or two word sentences?”
I snapped Back to my senses. “Sorry, It’s just…”
“I know, I’m not exactly normal. Funny how vykkers always seem to ruin your life.”
“Sorry, but… are you…”
“Yes I am mentally stable!” It said, as if reading my mind. He pushed himself up into a sitting position. As it did, I noticed something burnt into its arm:
0941/04
L: 231

“Who are you?” I asked it.
Splat, 0784556, 0941 of the scrabaromitoken project, which ever suits you best.”
“Splat. So, what does scaparadoken mean?”
“scrabaromitoken?”
“Yeah, that. I mean, what is this experiment?”
He sighed. “By combining the DNA of a Scrab, a paramite, a mudokon and a laguameacy-“
“Laqua-who?”
“ Laguameacy. It’s a newly discovered species. Well, by combining their DNA and brainwashing the whole thing, the vykkers tried to create an expert security guard. When they where testing me to see my various skills, I escaped and blew this joint, literally.”
“Ah. So, what was that giant slig thing I blew up?”
“One of the experiments, a master slig. Most of the experiments here were to create bigger, better security guards. Master sligs, scrabaromitoken, black skins.”
“Black skins?”
“A mudoken who’s been brainwashed and ordered to make your job a lot harder. Just be thankful that the experiment didn’t work.”
Just then, a way to familiar voice shouted “HEY, STITCH LIPS, WHAT DO YA MEAN BY LEAVIN ME BACK THEIR? AND WHO ARE YA TALKIN T-“ Munch froze as he saw Splat…

Splat
“Now, to your right you will see what I have to put up with all the time!” Said Abe, pointing to the still terrified gabbit.
“Ah, so this is the legendary Munch.” There are a surprisingly high amount of stories about him, but most are rather exaggerated. If you asked a few mudokon slaves about him, you’d probably learn that Munch was a mutated robot who was so desperate, not to be saved, that Abe had to carry him away on his back!
“Yunno, if Abe had saved me from what was in stall for you, I’d be a little more thankful.”
“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?” Munch said, suddenly noticing my broken leg.
“Hey, ya may have noticed I’m part scrab, part paramite, part mudokon.”
“yeah.”
“Well I’m also part Laguameacy.”
“Laqua-who?”
“It’s a newly discovered species,” put in Abe, helpfully.
“A newly discovered species with wings,” I added, pushing myself of the ground and lifting into the air.
Abe stared, surprised. Munch gulped. I screeched the screech of all angry scrabs, everywhere. Abe stared, even more surprised. Munch screamed and immediately, left the complex, fearing the power of shred attack!
“Ya comin Abe?” I called.
“Oh yeah, I’m right behind ya,” he replied.
I shot out through the shadows and flew over the desert, following Munch’s heavy footprints. Finally, I was free…

Munch
I hopped as fast as I could, praying to Odd that that psychopathic monster wouldn’t catch up with me and kill me, but I was sure I could already hear the beating of it’s wings behind me. I forced, willed myself to go faster. I ran for miles. Hours. Heading for the village. For safety. But then it flew up beside me. It was barely even sweating!
“ Ya no, if I wanted to kill you, my scrab instincts would have taken control and you would have been dead about 4 hours ago.”
“You’re… kidding… … Aren’t… you…?”
It shook it’s head. “Nope!”
I collapsed, to tired to move. I… would… get… …revenge…

Splat
It felt good to finally be free to fly wherever I wanted. Now that I’d taught Munch his lesson, I landed to wait for Abe. As I collapsed in pain, I remembered that I still had a bullet hole in one leg.
Half an hour later, Abe caught up. “You OK?” He asked, noticing I was still bleeding a bit. I nodded. “He Ok?” He asked, noticing Munch…

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