Post by Yogu on Apr 3, 2024 17:02:42 GMT -5
Thread PL: 90,000
Items: Badman Shirt
"Why do we not go to Konats, boy?"
"Cause I don't wanna. Cause alien wizards and ancient monsters gimme the heebie-jeebies. Cause I'm mad at you. I dunno, pick one!" Yogu kicks a can down the road. Slowly, he'd been making his way to the Dend Capital for the past few days. That was when Monster spoke to him for the first time since Earth. Then he wouldn't stop.
This was the hundredth time the demon-thing stuck in poor Yogu asked that question today. Boy, was it starting to get really annoying. "You waste our time! We could be getting answers you were so desperate for just a few months ago! You were even offered help by that Konatsian girl, and yet we find ourselves here again. Namek. What draws you here, Son of Konats?" Yogu reaches the can again and punts it into the sky. "Good air. Good water. You hate it. What's not to like?" He could feel the heat of Monster's simmering rage in his chest. He feels the groove in the center of his sternum, the spiral scar, and is taken back to Central City. "Drop the 'we' and 'our' stuff, too. There ain't no us. We're no team. You're a fuckin' monster who tried to kill my friends."
The roar of Monster's laugh felt deafening. "Is that what this is? You still live in denial? You doubt the nature of our connection? You hold more control over my actions than you think, boy. And I hold less over yours than I thought. I saw it all for a moment back on Earth, the truth of us." Yogu sighs, "How many times are we going to have this conversation? I don't doubt shit. I just don't care about any of that. Not anymore." Mocking sob sounds play in his brain over and over, "Aww, is baby upset that I smacked his friends around? Is he gonna walk around Namek mopin' about it forever?" Even his depression had gotten played out, boring. Yogu's apathy for his own situation was reaching a new high. Maybe he would walk around Namek forever, seeing how showing his face on Earth and doing what the beast inside him wanted were the last things he wanted to do. "No. I'm gonna go get a sandwich. You're talkin' more and more like me, by the way." He could feel Monster recoil in disgust at that. The boy won and had earned a little time to himself.
A grimy, tired Yogu stumbles into the capital. He cannot read any of the signs. People give him suspicious looks, and he wonders if any of them remember him from the little incident where he crashed a pod into the middle of the sprawling village a few months ago. None of them moved to apprehend him, so hey, it was probably fine. The idea that those people would be afraid of him never crossed the 'ol noggin. The boy shuffles into a building that looks like it has food, and to his surprise, he finds exactly what he is looking for.
A minute later, he's sitting in the back of this restaurant, cramming half a sandwich into his mouth. He chases it by swallowing a little dish of mayo. It was gross. "You eat like a pig-boy. Freak." That did not have the shameful effect Monster was hoping for. Instead, Yogu choked on his food, laughing. "Alright, shut up a minute, I gotta think." How was he going to get out of here without paying? Sure, he could just walk out the front door, but that wasn't interesting. Any way to kill the time. Although, Yogu wasn't sure what he was killing it waiting for.
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