OOC: Its 23:56 and to answer Krik's curiosity: Agent is just a big ol' Mary sue

. Now I sleep, my eyes are frazzled.
IC
(GROUND FLOOR)
(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)
Population: Rick? Wic, Corky, Kotez, Phats
The slog (
Phats) not noticing
Dimitrio didn't help his phobia. It just had to be there within his sight to bring about fear's illogicalness. The slog could tear into his flesh arm he thought, it could just come up and kill him in one bloody shot.
"...What is dat fing?..." The child (
Wic) whispered so he could hear. He wasn't aware of anyone else around him, apart from the carnivorous biped. He clung tighter to the mudokon, shivering and breathing irregularly as his mechanical arm and bones poked at
Wic's skin.
(GROUND FLOOR)
(CAFETERIA)
Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Arnie, Krett, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Roy, Otto
Scarface cowered and curled up, sheilding his eyes. Not seeing
Cylepso obviously mad as Skillya wouldn't make her somehow vanish into the darkness, but it was a comfort. He couldn't see her masked face, but it would be obvious she was mad anyway – she was one of those apparent 'mudlover' sligs. When he dared to look out of his fingers, her eerily calm voice snarled:
"Why did you hurt
Trio?" It was obvious she was barely holding herself back – there was glukkons (
Otto and
Arnie) in the room. But how long could she restrain herself from throttling him senseless? He didn't bother correcting her mispronunciation of
Tiro's name. The blood was going to his head, his arms ached as gravity pulled them down and he didn't know how to worm his way out of this predicament.
“I – I – he – he stole my gun!” He protested. “The brat threatened to shoot me for kicks!”
He wasn't going to get away with this. Even
Tiny and
Tiro knew that. But the huge-er big bro kept him hanging by a leg. He deserved to be punished. If she started stripping the meat off his bones then he would intervene. For now, maybe he would let him take a whack or two. He was sickened at that slig and so was the young mudokon.
(FIRST FLOOR)
(DEK'S LAB)
Population: Krik, Dionysia
Agent clinged and wailed and yowled like something crossed between a toddler crying and a cat being forced to take a shower. It was an awful sound. Blabbering barely translatable begs, she stared up at
Krik pleadingly and whimpered. She hated vykkers and submission, but if she lost Mr. Sprinkles...Well, that would be that. He was irreplaceable to her. The old vykker froze, a somewhat bemused look on his face.
"Now you see the sort of freaks I have to put up with in this dump," the female mudokon (
Dionysia) butted in. Assuming the vykker wouldn't torch Mr. Sprinkles the moment she turned away, she glared hard at that girl and snarled deeply, scraping her nails on the floor. She looked in her direction.
"What's some old ragged toy to you?" Unable to remember profanity words,
Agent just spat and hissed. It was none of her business, plus she didn't like to get seen looking like a wimp. The mudokon grinned evilly at the old vykker.
"I think we should burn the thing, to teach her some proper respect for a vykker scientist." She swallowed, whimpered and took up bawling again. She hated that female already.
"Perhaps...” The vykker said smugly. She screamed and clinged tighter to his two front legs, unintentionally digging her thick black nails in.
“But then you don't see many female sligs running about.” He seemed interested. “You must be only the second I've seen in my life, "And I'm intrigued to know how you came about. Perhaps if you sate my curiosity I might not hand this thing over to
Dionysia."
Agent tensed up and froze when he gave Mr. Sprinkles a little shake threateningly. The doll's beady blue eyes just shined back in the light, his multiple limbs flopping and waving as he was shaken.
Desperately, she tried to think of something half-decent to keep the vykker happy. Nothing seemed to come when she was this stressed with a loopsided memory.
“I DON'T KNOW!” She screeched. “THEY ALWAYS SAID I WAS A BOY; I'M NOT A BOY; SHE SAID I WASN'T; I'M JUST NOT A BOY!” She sobbed pathetically on the hard metal floor beside the operating table. To tell the truth, she was clueless – she had just been the only female slig in the Slig Barracks with no idea as to why. She'd rather not think of her childhood. She quietened slowly and whimpered on the floor in a limp shaking mess.
“Don't take him away, don't take him away...” She repeated like a mantra.