Yangcong's Entire History - Grand Arc 01

The tuffle man nodded calmly as he took the uniform, the tuffle recruit fighting for the saiyans. Kamae didn't know his name, meaning he was probably a no one. But as the body moved, he felt a coldness in his chest. The man was afraid, of being found out, of being tortured. Yet the scout said nothing, getting into the Tuffles attire before looking to the unconscious bodies. His tuffle man made skin felt the desire to kill them incase they woke up, and begun to aim his rifle at his unconscious victims. Not what Kamae was expecting but he was certainly on board with the idea.

Still Helpless to do anything besides watch, Kamae felt his fingers shaking, and he knew the tuffle couldn't pull the trigger. He couldn't execute his own kind for the Empire... could he?

"W-We should kill em! So they don't wake up and blow our cover!"

The tuffle said, trying to justify it to himself that he HAD to do it, that he had no choice. His feet couldn't sit still, he was waiting for the other scout to agree with him, the war having pushed this young man even to the thought of executing an unconscious soldier. Like any war, "accidents" happen and new recruits make rash choices due to the stress of war. A new recruit fighting for an Empire that was aiming to subjugate them, he was far more confused than anything else. His hands shook, and fear raced through his whole body.

The tuffle soldier calmed down at the others words, and Kamae could sense the level of respect the tuffle got for the other scout. Huffing in frustration, the demon could only watch as the scout got his wits about him. Soon his eyes hardened, he was one of many new recruits thrown into war when the war had taken their veterans. Kamae could feel the memories of the war flooding in, but the scout had no such reservations. The body of the scout followed Yangcong in silence, no longer shaking but fear was present.

Oh he could taste it, and he drank in the scouts fear, enjoying the fine wine of the memories. It was INVEGRATING! Basking in the Scouts fear as they flew down the mountain, Kamae could simply lean back and let the body do the work right now. He was truly glad he had gone into this memories now, learning new things AND also being fed memories of fear were nothing short of a five star service to the hungry abomination that was Kamae. Still once Yangcong had fooled the passing patrol, the tuffle scout would only nod at his superior, afraid to even speak.

It wasn't uncommon for wars to pull fresh recruits to the front lines, but even Kamae was shocked by the fact the young man had almost no training. He was just a teenager force recruited. The boy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to wipe the sweat out of his eyes while they walked. Kamae could feel the boy's growing anxiety and the single thought in his head on repeat was "I'm going to die" over and over again. He said nothing, fighting the fear, but Kamae could tell it was an uphill battle. Still, a feast was a feast for him.

The scout gave one final look over his shoulder before looking to yangcong. "T-Thanks for stopping me. I w-was recruited yesterday. F-fresh off the fields Sir." The young man whispered in hushed tones, afraid to say anything more Else they be heard.

The tuffle scout follow Yangcong into the Factory while Kamae watched on akin to someone on the sofa, floating in the black space provided to him by his prison. His enchantments prevented him from being hurt by the world about him, the memories and the thoughts, but he was still stuck here despite his best efforts. All he could do was wait till the host awakened and that could take HOURS... a dreadful thought. But as they were intercepted by A passing group, the fear the scout held was apparent. 

He tried to maintain his shaking but it was hard. The dialogue between the soldier and Yang was almost muffled to the tuffle spy. As they walked past each other the spy kept his head down and the soldier would pass by but now before looking at the young man quizzing but thought no more of it. Thankfully many scared new recruits on both sides were not uncommon. Though they weren't out the woods yet, the tuffle spy would sigh a breath of relief, happy he had an experienced soldier at his side.

Following behind Yang, the young scout said nothing more but was happy to be lead. Kamae on the other hand was simply basking in the fears of the memory, as faint as they were not. Still he was healing quickly from this and it felt wonderful. So if nothing else, he was glad to have a show.

The scout was silent for the longest time, having been afraid anything the man said would get them caught. But here in the locker room the tuffle spy felt a little more relaxed. So far everything was going GREAT and Yangcong had lead them through the worst of it. The tuffle spy kept looking to the other young man, and feeling happy he had been given a capable partner. The tuffle was just a citizen pulled off the streets by the saiyans, one day the boy was going to his cousin's house to hang out, and the next he was in bomb disposal. War had taken its toll on both sides, but as bad as it would get Kamae knew. The tuffle spy? he would learn... if he lived.


The tuffle would look to his superor as he finished getting into their uniforms. Thankfully a bag was nearby which the Tuffle spy quickly made into a makeshift holster for the Bombs around his waist, preventing them from being seen. Looked ugly as hell but it would work under the biohazard outfit. 

"Y-yes. I understand."

Was the response the tuffle gave to his instructions before looking to Cong once more.

"I-if we don't make it out... Thanks for stopping me back there."

The tuffle spy would say before holding out his hand to be shaken, a final handshake before he suited up and headed off. Walking past the other guards as he headed to the instructed place. He was aware of which ones were his and despite his hesitation, he had new found Courage. The whole time the scout had been following his superiors actions and Kamae could sense the kids resolve to get the mission done. But the demon could only stared bored through the boy's eyes, floating in the black empty vacuum that once held Fear and anxiety... now was filled with awful and disgusting feelings of resolve... and a calmness that came with purpose.

Through the corridors the spy went, his feet held purpose until finally they entered the left side of the generator room. A massive singular building that held numerous reactors that churned like huge angry beasts eager for their meal. For a moment the boy was awestruck by the sheer magnitude of the room, and had no idea the factory was this big. Narrow spaces seeming the norm until now. But he was quickly shook out of his state by his mission. 

Setting his brow the spy moved with purpose, but not without some eyes peering curiously at the hunched forward tuffle, his pace and stance just off enough to draw attention to him unknowingly. As the spy begin to put the first bomb down, he began to think of his family and friends. The demon simply rolling his own golden eyes at the spy's desperate attempt to remain calm. It didn't take long to plant the first one, simply stick to the metal surface, lock in place and begin the counter.

On to the next, the spy was quick to move, but as he reached the second one. The boy would bump into another tuffle scientist who muttered an apology before finally getting a good look at the spy's young face. Far to young to be a worker here and that was when the man looked down to see clutched in the boy's arms... a bomb he had just pulled from its sleeve to begin arming. Immediately the worker would get a "HEY!" before the spy could ram into him and knock the man's head againt a pipe. 

Now it was a race against time as people began to become alerted by the noise and some people even seeing the boy place the second bomb. Now there were shouts, and a moment later an alarm. Soon tuffle civilian workers were in a panick as they began to flee with the alert that a bomb had been detected. Chaos was the reward, and the spy was rushing to his third and final objective.

Kamae felt the surge of fear in the boy's heart, the rush of thought but it was vague. He was after all in someone else's memory of a boy, and the thoughts from here become blurry. Kamae's form growing more and more infused with the boy's own image. He found himself running, sprinting as he reached the final great machine he was sent to destroy. Even as he planted the last bomb, the voice of Yangcong rang out over the radio before an explosion erupted on the other side of the building. Checking his watch, the demon had but minutes before it all came crashing down.

He was himself now, but he was still the memory of the boy, the memory of what happened next being distorted. Before the demon knew it he felt an explosion brush against his shield, but he raced onwards. Growling his frustration as he did so. He wasn't about to die here but he had to finish the memory else he risked all. Jumping over a fallen piece of debris and through the smoke raced the spy, Kamae's own legs aching as he followed the trail of the memory. Soon he found Yangcong laid upon the ground, his scar which Kamae had seen on his way into the man's mind now laid bare.

Picking the man up, Kamae could but think for a moment until his body was moving again. No trace of the boy was left, only the urge to move. A faint outline of what the demon had to do next to complete the puzzle as he ran. Corridor after corridor, weaving shouting guards and evacuating civilians they went. Kamae surprised that he felt no fatigue as he ran, and only when the demon slammed into the exit doors did the blinding light blind him and the weight of Yang disappeared from his shoulder. Leaving Kamae to shield his eyes as the memory pulled him yet further along.

Kamae was the young man again, but he could not see his own face even when it was reflected in the puddle on the ground. Blurred and distorted, the demon gently touched his cheeks before growling in frustration. This memory he was stuck in was beginning to take its toll upon the demon's patience. But as the voice range out, Kamae felt the body he was wearing shuffle upon the stage and the crowd cheering as he took his place by the tuffle man. The demon rolling his head back in a comical dismay at the sheer love and positivity of the moment. 

The young man would look to his superior before saluting him with respect. The young tuffle then turned to the crowd before bowing in respect to the people who had cheered. Kamae was awash in positive energy, and he felt himself writhing in agony. Yet he could do not but hold firm as he waited for this memory to end as well. His shield was protecting him thankfully from the worst of it. But he was already trying to find a way to teleport out of there. Knowing he could not do anything till he could locate the outside world with his telepathy, he simply held firm and braced himself as the memory continued.