Today is a very special day, in two ways.
The first is of course that it is the twenty first anniversary of the birth of T-nex, who as i've mentioned like 90 times, created Anni and her chums, and got me into RPGing, leading to the creation of Stivik, Dionysia, Krik and this whole story.
So Happy Nexyday everybody, and Happy Birthday, Nexy!
And the second reason that this post is so special is that during the course of this chapter, The Despicable is going to reach a very special milestone. It is a milestone reached by very few fanfics, and not even reached by all of Sl'askia's 'Spider' fanfics on the forums put together!
What is it?
Well, I'll tell you when we get there
So moving swiftly on...
Chapter 36
Anni was grumbling to herself as she mopped the floor outside of the security office, “Stupid slig, can’t take a joke, has to tread the paint everywhere and then go and tell everyone like it was my fault when he was the one who ruined my flowers…” It had been a good day up until Nick had tracked her down and told her to start cleaning. She hadn’t even been allowed to shower yet and the paint cracking on her back was making her itch.
She looked up at a whir of pants and glowered at Nick as he approached, “Come on Anni,” He said with almost indecent happiness, “You haven’t even done three metres yet, and you’ve got all the way to the cafeteria to do before the end of the week! You’re gonna be having some late nights if you don’t work faster!”
“I can’t do it all by myself!” She cried.
He grinned, “You made the mess!”
“I didn’t make it; that slig, Razor, did! Make him clean it up!”
“He only made the mess ‘cus you threw paint over him!”
“I only threw paint over him because he ruined my flowers!”
Nick chuckled, “Well this is what you get for wasting your time painting walls when you should’ve been working!”
“I
was working, stupid slig! This place is so boring, and the cafeteria is supposed to be somewhere nice to relax and-”
“And I suggest you stop yelling and get on with your cleaning,” Nick said happily, “I want you done to that corner tonight, and me and Bela are on night shift and we’ll be making sure you get it done.”
Anni said something very uncomplimentary then, but fortunately for her Nick laughed it off and walked away.
She had a quick shower late that night. Then she spent the next morning cleaning paint off of Razor’s pants, finding out that throwing industrial paint over a slig may not have been as brilliant an idea as it had seemed at the time (she herself had had to throw away the clothes she was wearing that day).
Around midday, Nick came in to check on her progress with the pants, “Yeah, Anni; I said clean the paint off, not polish the bits that didn’t have any on to begin with.”
“I’ve got loads off!” She said, anger rising in her voice.
“Uhuh, but it’s still covered, here, and here, look! Open you’re eyes!”
“I can’t get it out of those cracks! I can’t even get my fingers in there!”
“Well I suggest you find a way, ‘cus if Razor isn’t happy you’ll have to do ‘em again, and you’ve still got that floor to do!”
“Ugh, you egotistical idiot!” She yelled, recalling a word heard long before.
Nick sneered, “Just for that, you can go without dinner if you don’t get this done; you show respect to sligs, Anni.”
She glowered at him as he walked away.
She finished cleaning the pants with aching, swollen wrists just as lunch break ended. Nick ordered her to start cleaning on the middle floor right away, refusing to let her even enter the cafeteria, to her rising fury. But later on when she was mopping the middle floor, Dean brought her up some food. She ate sullenly, refusing to talk.
“Look,” Dean said to her just as he was leaving, “I’ll talk to Nick; he is being pretty harsh on you.”
Anni smiled at him reluctantly but was quietly
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Magog on the March!
News you can’t Excuse!
We interrupt your usually Friday programming to bring you this special news bulletin; rumours are coming in that the Oddworld fan-fic, ‘The Despicable’, has now reached a milestone 100,000 WORDS IN LENGTH! That’s a whole lotta words! That’s even more words in all of Sl’Askia’s ‘Spider’ stories on Oddworld Forums! Our reporters are on the scene.
“This is Iron the slig reporting live from the Oddworld Forums Fan Corner. I’m here today with Splat, the writer of this milestone-reaching-fan-fiction. Splat, what inspired you to write such a long story?”
“Well basically I want to move my writing to a professional level, and
The Despicable has been a great practice for that. It was really exciting to realise I’d reached this completely ridiculous milestone; it’s been several years work and there’s still a fair bit to come.”
“And what has made you keep going all this way?”
“Well there are three things really; the first is the characters themselves; I love these people I’ve created (you know, in the non-mental-institution sense) and I love telling their stories. I can’t wait to show everyone where they end up and what impact they each leave in their world. Secondly, it’s the people reading the story; it’s great to get their feedback and to know that they’re enjoying reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. And finally, it’s the Fan Corner community as a whole. A lot of people (including myself) complain sorrowfully about great Oddworld writers like Sl’askia and Teal leaving their epics unfinished, but really OWF’s fanfiction story is still growing and evolving; the people who write today are as much a part of the story as the greats of the years gone by. No matter how much our stories may contradict and confuse, no matter how good or bad they may be, they all form a part of the great story of Oddworld that we create.”
“That’s great Splat, and finally, can you tell us any more about the future of your story?”
“I don’t want to give too much away, but watch shadows. Also, there is a line from the RPG, originally written by T-Nex, which will occur nearly sort of word-for-word in the last-but-one chapter of Part 6. For me, and for the formation of this story, it’s possibly the most important line of the entire RPG! And certainly one to look out for when it comes.”
“Thank you Splat. Now, it’s back to you in the studio.”
Thanks, Iron. Now, to celebrate the milestone 100,000 words, let’s look back at a few of our favourite moments from the story’s history.
* * *
Slowly months went by and the group settled in together. Tilic became more relaxed and eventually made peace with Stivik, though Stivik’s bitterness for his leader never fully went away. A day came when Nen revealed that they had managed to save enough moolah to buy a fairly decent second-hand generator and they were thankful enough to initiate him ‘officially’ into the pack (which basically involved getting him outstandingly drunk). Stivik was surprised one day when Tilic came to him and told him, “With Stack gone we really need a sort of ‘third in command’, you know, to help me and Dekas decide what jobs we’ll be doing, and if either of us are put out of action for a while we’d need someone to help command things. Anyway, I’ve talked it over with Dekas and we decided you would be best at it; you’re more responsible than Braz, and Burn never really trained, so,” Tilic gave him one of his increasingly rare smiles, “The job’s yours!”
Stivik was taken by surprise; Stack’s role in the team had never been something he’d given much thought to after his death, and he certainly hadn’t expected to find himself filling the place. He smiled and clasped arms with Tilic. Braz’s first response to learning of this promotion was, “Hey, Tilic always said you were destined for higher things!” When he heard that, Tilic gave an odd smile and disappeared off on his own for a few hours while the others ‘initiated’ Stivik as well.
* * *
Eventually the work paid off and Krik arrived at a formula that he felt confident would increase Skillya’s fertility without harming her to any significant level. The following night he crept out of his room and through the storerooms and kitchens into her chamber. He halted in the doorway, looking across the dark cavern to her bulk. She was lying still and breathing deeply, definitely asleep. Once more, Krik crept carefully to her side and drew out the syringe loaded with the drug. He pressed it gently into her side.
Her body tensed suddenly. Krik’s head shot up and he found himself looking straight into her eyes. She was staring at him, apparently too shocked to react, and then suddenly she began screaming with rage, roaring in sliggish. Krik stumbled back and fell over onto a pile of treasure. She hauled her body round and made to lunge at him but he scrambled to his feet and ran for all he was worth, down the passage into her kitchen. The kitchen door burst open, the sligs outside having heard their mother’s screaming, and quickly aimed their weapons at Krik. He tried to run past them.
Krik found himself sprawled on the floor, unsure of when or why he’d fallen over. Before he could get up six or seven sligs were standing around him, their guns all pointed at his head.
* * *
For a few minutes the room was quiet before Anni said sadly, “He hates me.”
Nova looked up at her. “Who?”
“Ben.”
“Oh, you’re not still worrying about that stupid slig?”
Anni sobbed, “I thought he liked me.”
“Come on, don’t worry about him. He’s just an idiot, like every other slig.” Anni looked away from her. Nova, realising this method of cheering Anni wasn’t working, slid off of her bed and crossed the room. Her own sorrows were forgotten in light of her best friend’s. “Don’t worry about it,” She said softly, sitting down beside her and putting her arm around Anni’s shoulders. “There are other sligs out there, nicer sligs. They’re not all nasty like him.”
Anni continued to look miserable, so Nova resorted to the final measure.
“Sweet, sweet brew,
I drink to you!”
She sang. Anni tried to wriggle away from her, but Nova wouldn’t let her. It was a song they had heard the sligs singing a few times and it always had the same affect on Anni.
“I drink it from a glass!”
Anni looked away, but the corners of her mouth began to twitch.
“And if I drink
Too much of it,
It comes out of my-”
“Nose!” Yelled Anni and they both burst out laughing, uncontrollably, helplessly, and the next thing they knew they were rolling around on the floor, tickling each other, laughing, playing, having the times of their lives.
Nova knew then that as long as they had each other they would never need anyone else, be it a slig, a vykker or a mudokon.
Anni just knew she was the happiest she would ever be in her life.
* * *
Slowly, almost ceremonially, Dionysia slid a long, narrow box coated in black leather out of the paper. It had a small fiddly latch and opened on hinges. She screwed up the brown paper and dropped it almost unconsciously before tackling the latch. It was obvious that this was something special, something more valuable than any of the gifts she had received previously, and she took her time. Dachau was watching her greedily as if it was him opening the present.
At last the latch came undone with a click. She opened the box and gasped. “You like them?” Dachau asked smoothly, “I had them made especially for you. Like you, they’re unique.” He had eyes only for Dionysia, who was staring open-mouthed into the box. They both seemed to have forgotten that Krik was in the room. From where he was sitting he could not see what the gift was.
Dachau continued, clearly enjoying her reaction, “You know some native mudokons put wooden rings in their feathers, for decoration. I thought, since we’re a higher culture, let’s not do better. I ordered them from one of the companies that makes jewellery for Skillya.”
Her hands shaking ever-so-slightly, Dionysia reached in and lifted a beautifully carved silver ring, very delicate-looking and obviously sized to fit over her feather, about half an inch long, out of the box. She was staring at it, transfixed.
“Each one patterned differently,” Dachau went on. Krik was by now watching alertly, his head raised, and Dachau shot him a victorious glance, “Each one unique. They’re very special, for a special child.” Dionysia seemed hardly aware that he was there. “I’ll help you put them on, if you like.”
Her eyes shot up, she stuttered, “No, I want to…” and her gaze sank back into the box. She returned the one she had taken out to its position.
Dachau smiled ingratiatingly, “Whenever you’re ready then. I’ll be in my office.” And he swept out, evidently to leave Krik to stew.
* * *
“This is what you are?” She stated, and he was impressed by how level she kept her voice.
He looked down at the box again, and then up at her. “I could still smash it. They would never know. I could say it was an accident and the message would never reach them.”
“No you couldn’t, could you? You’re their prisoner. You’re no freer of them than I am of this place, of the drugs they use to keep me alive,” She said with an odd, pleading note in her voice which seemed to say, ‘Let me be wrong’.
He shook his head. “You’re right. This is what they made me. I told you they wouldn’t let me go back. I have to do what’s right, for the Cartel.”
“But since when did the Magog Cartel dictate what’s right?”
“They always have, for people like us.”
“So it’s right that I have to die, just because of what I am?”
Her question sent daggers of pain through his heart. With great difficulty, he answered, “If they say so. What’s right isn’t the same as what’s good.”
She stared at him. In the dark, at this distance, he had to imagine the tears on her cheeks.
“I hate you,” She said so quietly that he barely heard.
He knew it was a lie, but he let himself believe it was true, because it would hurt so much more if he didn’t, and he already hurt so much he couldn’t understand how he was still alive.
He stood up and walked away from her, flicking open the back of the recorder as he went, and pressing a tiny button labelled ‘send’.
* * *
“CLEAN THAT MESS UP NOW!” Razor roared, storming towards her.
“There’s no need to yell!” Anni yelled, then said more calmly, “I’m not yelling!”
“I said CLEAN IT UP!” He shouted and gave her a vicious push, knocking her backwards into the wall and coating her back in blue paint.
“Now look what you did!” She yelled, waving furiously at the smeared paint on the wall, “You ruined my flower, stupid slig!”
Foreseeing disaster, Dean crossed his fingers and yelled, “Hey, uh, hey slig, you know you’re not supposed to push mudokons around here!”
“Don’t tell me what to do, mud!” Razor yelled, “This is a factory, not a playground! I ought to rip-”
And then he stopped very suddenly because Anni, stretching up as high as she could, had just emptied a tin of red paint over his back.
There was a long silence. Then Razor spun round, “YOU STUPID IDIOTIC
GTRZ! I’M GONNA-” He lunged at her but his tiny metal feet slipped in the puddle of paint and he flopped over onto his face, getting his front covered in red paint as well. Laughing, Anni ran out of the cafeteria. “Get back here, MUD!” Razor roared furiously; Dean by now had dived behind the counter and was struggling to keep his laughter silent.
Those are just 1,604 of the 100,000 words from The Despicable’s past, and we all here wish it many more. Splat’s Productions would like to ask your forgiveness for this little bit of self indulgence, and now we return to our regular, scheduled program.
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She finished cleaning the pants with aching, swollen wrists just as lunch break ended. Nick ordered her to start cleaning on the middle floor right away, refusing to let her even enter the cafeteria, to her rising fury. But later on when she was mopping the middle floor, Dean brought her up some food. She ate sullenly, refusing to talk.
“Look,” Dean said to her just as he was leaving, “I’ll talk to Nick; he is being pretty harsh on you.”
Anni smiled at him reluctantly but was quietly (whee, 100,000 words!) pleased as he left; she was used to Dean sorting things out for her. Unfortunately, Nick was not willing to relent.
“Come on, Nick; she’s just a kid!”
Nick rolled his eyes, “I’m not letting her off; she’s earned this so she’s going to see it through.”
“What, a week’s solid cleaning with no free time?”
Nick scoffed, “Any other mudokon could be more than half done in the time she’s had! Dean, this isn’t just for throwing paint over Razor; she’s been really lazy since I got back, and she wasn’t exactly employee of the month before I went away! The girl needs to learn to work hard and if this is what it takes, she’ll have to deal with it. Are you gonna go around making excuses for her all her life?”
“Of course not, but-”
“Dean, if she doesn’t learn to work then she’s gonna get killed. Not many bosses are as laid back as Seven and Arnie.”
Dean looked sour, but shook his head and walked off.
Anni worked for the rest of the week, and Javi had take on the duty of visiting Somi again, but when pushed revealed that he’d been taking food down there but hadn’t actually seen the paramite at all; she was never around when he went to look. This only caused Anni more worry and more frustration, but now Nick was promising to starve her for a week if she didn’t finish the job on time. Dean tried to make Javi talk to Nick, but Javi refused.
“Look, Dean; I know Nick is being harsh but if Anni learns something from it, it’ll be worth it. I’ve been worried about her for a while; one day someone will expect her to work, and she has to learn. Kix agrees with me,” He added.
By the end of the work day at the end of the week, Anni had mopped, scrubbed and swept all the way to the cafeteria door, where she was sure the large puddle on the floor would take her hours.
“Right, Anni,” Nick said grudgingly, “I was gonna make you do the wall, too, but even I’m not that mean. Just get the floor done tonight; I know you can do that, and then you’ll be done, at least for now. But get finished tonight.”
Anni glared at him. Nick shook his head, “I’ll be checking in the morning,” He said and walked out.
Too tired to grumble, Anni got on her knees and started scrubbing. Then, after nightfall and the end of the day, she heard the door open and looked up. Kix walked in with some cleaning things. “I’ll just get some water from the kitchen and then we’ll get on with it.” Anni smiled at her, passionately grateful.
The two mudokons went to bed in the not-so-early hours of the next morning.
* * *
Anni was not in a happy mood when she woke the next morning for work. Her body ached and she wished she could have had another five hours sleep, but she obediently went down to breakfast with the other mudokons, glad to think that she would be able to visit Somi that evening.
Sat in the cafeteria with Kix, she stared moodily at the wall she had painted, “I can’t believe that stupid slig ruined my flowers,” She muttered, glaring at the smear left when she had been pushed into the wall.
“Don’t worry about it,” Kix said, suppressing a yawn, “The rest looks nice.”
Anni smiled, then glared at Nick as he walked into the cafeteria. He noticed her, rolled his eyes and turned his back on her.
Some effect seemed to have been had, however, and when work started Anni sullenly went with Kix to the production lines and they got on with monitoring the machinery. It wasn’t a particularly exciting job however, and Anni’s reformation wasn’t destined to last long.
In the afternoon, Anni saw Razor come running through the production lines to the train station. Curiosity piqued, she followed him sneakily. Another slig was waiting at the station looking around as Razor approached.
“Hey, you’re the new guy, right?” Razor said, “Sorry I’m late; I just got told to come and meet you by the guy who was
supposed to meet you.”
The slig nodded, “Ah, I thought it might’ve been FeeCo telling you the wrong time for my arrival or something, lazy slurgs. I’m Groll.”
“Razor,” He replied, lighting a cigarette.
“So the boss’s here are as slack as where I’ve just come from?” He asked, drily.
Razor shrugged and gave an unpleasant grin, “So you’re the
mechanic, then?” He asked, making ‘mechanic’ rhyme with ‘idiot’.
Groll rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to offer some explanation but at that point, Nick ran onto the station, crashing into Anni in the doorway, “What are you doing in here, brat? Get back to work!” He hurried towards the other sligs, “Hey, I’m Nick. Sorry I was late to meet you; there was a minor crisis in the stockyards.”
“Oh, what did you do this time? Decide to kill all the scrabs?” Anni called angrily from the doorway, picking herself up and glaring at Nick’s back.
Nick didn’t turn around but paused for a moment, seemingly to gather his patience. “Anni, I told you to get back to work.”
Groll looked puzzled by this show of tolerance. Razor took his cigarette out of his mouth, chuckling, “You’re gonna love it here, pal; the boss is the biggest mud-lover I’ve ever met.”
“Get back to your work yourself!”
Nick spun round and yelled, “Anni, get out of here right now or I’ll get Bela to throw you into a paramite pen!”
Anni scowled, “Fine then; I just wanted to say hi, but if you’re too stupid to get that!” She glared at Razor, “And smoking is disgusting,” She said and stormed out of the station with an arrogant little flick of her feather.
Razor chuckled again and put his cigarette back in his mouth.
* * *
Anni was not a happy mudokon for the next few days. Though she mostly got on with her work and largely kept out of Nick’s way, she was rather miserable and spent a lot of her time alone looking for Somi, who was getting harder and harder to keep track of.
Kix was working with Math in the afternoon several days later, discussing it, “I mean, the more time she spends with that paramite, the more trouble she’s risking bringing down on herself,” Kix was saying; Math had been told about Somi and dutifully sworn to secrecy a few days ago. “You’ve been able to smell it on her, the paramite, these last couple of days and it’s going to make the sligs suspicious if one of them notices.”
Math shrugged, “I guess you could ask what we’ve done about it? She’s pretty upset so she doesn’t want to spend time with people. We ought to do something to cheer her up!”
Kix looked unhappy, “I wish we could, but we only get a couple of hours’ free time a day. There’s only so much we could do.”
“Well…” Said Math thoughtfully, “Maybe we could…”
“What?”
He grinned, “Those flowers she painted, she never got to finish them and Nick would skin her if she tried. I bet she’d love it if you and I cleared up the mess Razor made of them, and I dunno, did a few more, made a work of art of it. We could do it one evening after she’d disappeared and then she’d get a nice surprise in the morning!”
Kix smiled without looking up, “It’d made her happy,” She conceded.
“And it’d be a laugh! Come on, Kix; it’ll be good!”
And so after work ended that afternoon, Kix and Math stole some more paint from a store room, smuggled it into the cafeteria and after everyone had left, got to work.
The next morning, Nick had made a valiant attempt to catch up with his work and had gotten up early and gone straight to the security office to sort through all of his horrible paper work. He had been there nearly an hour and was just thinking about heading down to the cafeteria when Razor came bursting through the office door, “Just wait till you see what that brat’s been up to, now!” He crowed ecstatically.
One whole wall of the cafeteria was now covered in painted flowers of red, blue and yellow. Razor had gotten up late and so had missed seeing Anni’s excitement at her friends’ labours. The mudokons were already at work when he stumbled sleepily down stairs and he had entered the cafeteria, seen the artistry and run off to spread the word to those that didn’t know it.
Nick now stood before the mural, glaring furiously at the bright decorations. Then very deliberately he left the cafeteria and stalked through the factory, his brain set to ‘terminator’ mode.
* * *
Anni was mopping the main grinders alone and singing happily to herself; Math’s scheme to cheer her up had had its intended affect and she was working hard and happily. This was the scene that greeted Nick’s eyes as he entered the grinders but, blinded somewhat by anger, he didn’t manage to note the fact that she was actually doing what she was supposed to be doing, “So.” He said menacingly.
Anni stopped singing and turned. His tone of voice immediately put her in defensive mode, but she was also feeling playful so she didn’t resist and let, “So what?” Burst out of her mouth.
Nick glared, “Let’s get this clear, Anni. If I catch you wasting time, stealing supplies or making a mess of this factory
one more time I will personally feed you to the paramites in the stockyards!”
“Excuse me, what am I supposed to have done now?”
“One more time!” He barked and turned to walk away.
But Anni had just about had enough. Suddenly remembering with a grin the game she and Nova used to play back in the lab, she ran up behind Nick and leapt onto his back.
“Yah! GET OFF!” He roared and swung around, throwing her off of him. “THAT’S IT ANNI; I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU! GET UP!”
“It was just a joke!”
“I said get up, NOW!”
Anni jerked to her feet and he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the grinders. “Where are you taking me?” She asked angrily, the faintest hint of nervousness edging into her voice.
Nearly intelligible with rage, Nick managed to mutter, “Warned you time and again… Had enough… Too far this time.”
“Um,” Anni said as she was pulled out into the courtyard. There was more than a little fear in her voice as she suddenly remembered his promise to feed her to the animals, “Uh, you know Arnie will be really angry with you for killing a worker, right?”
“Hah! Worker, my arse.”
“Nick, this isn’t funny!”
“Who’s laughing?”
He pulled her round a corner in the stockyards and a voice yelled, “Hey, what’s going on?”
Javi was watching them, a meat sack over his shoulder.
Anni let out an enormous sob, wrenched her arm free from Nick’s grip and ran over to Javi, latching her arms around him. Through her tears she choked, “H-he s-s-said he was g-going to feed me to the scrabs!” She buried her head in his chest and he dropped his sack and hugged her back.
If looks could kill, Javi would be facing the charge of killing a slig.
“Hey,” Nick said defensively, “I was just kidding! I just wanted to teach her a lesson!”
“Are you crazy?! Can’t you see how frightened she is?”
“Hey, this is what she gets for messing about all the time! She’s supposed to work!”
“And you’re not supposed to spend all your time terrorising one mudokon, Nick!” Javi yelled back. Anni was still sobbing in his arms but without him noticing, she turned her head and stuck her tongue out at Nick.
“LOOK! She’s not even serious! She’s faking it!”
“FAKING IT!” Javi roared! “She’s half scared out of her skin! What’s wrong with you, you brainless slurg!”
“Hey, you watch how you talk to your superiors,
mud!”
Anni let out another howl, “And h-he said he was g-going to sh-shoot me!” She wept.
“What?” Nick asked incredulously, “When was this, before or after I feed you to the animals?”
Anni howled again and Nick realised this probably wasn’t the right thing to say. She pulled herself free of Javi and ran up towards the factory.
He turned back to Javi to see him advancing menacingly, “Listen, Nick; if you go near that girl again I’m personally make sure you get what would have happened to you that day if
I hadn’t saved you!”
“You listen! If that girl comes near me again, Arnie’s rules or not, I’ll give to her what she deserves!”
And with a last hateful glower he turned and marched back up towards the factory.
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Anni is such a brat!!!
And Razor is such a... a... a penis head!!!!!
Groll was created by Gretin! I like Groll; he was a pretty funky slig, as sligs go.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEXY!!!!!
MAN, THIS STORY IS STUPIDLY LONG!!!!!
EXCLAMATION MARKS ARE FUN!!!!!!!
(Also, I'm gonna try and move my updates to Tuesday, so the next chapter will be posted then! So you better reply before then!)