Bek and Blast

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To my Sonic Friends, sorry.

[bek-and-blast]

First Meal

[a-bitter-resentment]

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“I am known as a symbiote, one who needs a host to survive in this planet’s atmosphere.” Blast responded before Bek could. He seemed to display a bit of an ego. 

“I’m a Komodo Dragon.” Bek spoke up, mostly to point out that he wasn’t a snake. He had often been called one and often had to correct people. “And yeah, he is attached to me though it’s more like he lives inside me. I also don’t make it a habit to eat people. If I do, I only go for those who are really bad people. But usually I can satisfy this one with normal food.” he pointed to Blast.

“He doesn’t want me to eat his liver.” Blast stated.

“It was like, what, ten years ago when he crawled inside me. I was on a jog and randomly this kid tackled me. It took a few weeks for him to get settled in and a few days after that for me to adjust to him.” Bek explained.

“You really took a shine to me after that one night when I helped you jerk-MMPH!!!” Bek quickly closed Blast’s mouth before he could finish his sentence, his cheeks were deep red.

“Blast! That’s private information!” He scolded.

Blast pulled free of Bek’s hold and huffed. “Pussy.”

Slowly, Char seemed to relax his stance, placing a hand on his hip as he inspected the two and how they interacted with one another. It looked as if they were good friends to say the least, teasing and prodding at one another. Well, mostly Blast playing with Bek. “A symbiote? I ain’t heard that term before. When I saw ya chattin’ to yerself, I’d thought fer sure not all pistons were firin’ in that brain o’ yers. Is it healthy though? Ta live like that with somethin’…er…someone else inhabitin’ yer body?” Maybe that was why they required more sustenance, sustenance of the more Mobian variety. Something that still had the viridescent male a little uneasy. 

Though the latter comment from Blast startled a chuckle from Char, arms crossing over his chest. The red settled over the Komodo’s face was “So you two have that kinda relationship? Can the dragon…Blast, was it? Can he completely split from ya, or are ya two stuck like that?” Chaos, but he wanted to get closer, inspect where they were conjoined, see just how far this fusion went. But he was no scientist. He wouldn’t be able to explain any of it. It was just a mere curiosity. He took a few more tentative steps forward, within comfortable speaking distance without having to raise ones voice. This was something entirely new to him. He’d had a split personality of his own in the past that took on his super form, but that only happened when he remained in possession of an Anarchy Beryl for too long, the stone drawing on all his negative emotions and impulses, amplifying them ten fold. 

“So, ya can both eat normal food too then? Although it probably shocks the hell outta people if ya eat out in public like that. Especially if that woman’s reaction was anythin’ ta go by. Though, not everyone’s as accustomed ta cannibalism as I am.” Watching it still turned his insides, but after his friend had saved him from a group of No Zoners once, he hadn’t frowned upon it since. As long as it was within reason. Though Char would have to certainly watch himself around these two if they’re words were anything to consider. He wasn’t exactly the best of guys, after all. He wouldn’t run around mugging people, but he stole from well off stores when his money ran low, he killed and murdered officers of the law when surviving called for it. And the fact that he was even a fugitive to begin with might put him on Bek and Blasts lists by proxy alone. He would have to be extra careful here, lest he end up having to fight these two to ensure his freedom. Or avoid being the dragons lunch. 

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“i get that sometimes. His existence is a bit of a secret.” Bek said. “He became stranded on my planet a few years back with no way of getting back to his. So he needs someone to live inside else he’d suffocate.”

“And it is perfectly healthy for him to allow me to live in his body. I cure his colds, I mend his broken bones, I eat his tumours. With me inhabiting his body, Bek is basically immortal and immune to everything.” Blast explained, his ego showing again.

Then Char brought up Bek and Blast’s relationship, making the komodo’s cheeks flush red again. “We don’t.” “We do.” The pair said simultaneously. Bek huffed and crossed his arms. “Jerk...” He grumbled to Blast. “I can separate from Bek, but doing so is dangerous for me.” Blast started to explain. “The air on this planet harms me. I cannot breath it without a host.”

“I do not need to be out like this to eat normal food. What ever Bek eats also nourishes me. But not as much as a living creature would.” the crimson dragon spoke slow his voice raspy yet also smooth somehow. “That is the glory of symbiosis.”

“Though he does make me crave some fucked up shit.” Bek commented.

“I like chocolate and chicken nuggets.” Blast purred at the thought.

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First Meal

[a-bitter-resentment]

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One of the komodo’s eyebrows lifted when the hedgehog carefully climbed out of the alley. He was cute even if he was on high alert at that moment. He sobered his expression as Char started to speak. The older male rubbed the back of his neck before responding to the other. “Heh. I was kinda involved. I was looking for somethin’ to eat when I spotted that lady getting mugged, so I decided to help her out.” 

“The robber was delicious.” Blast commented, his voice only heard by Bek, such comment making his host roll his eyes a little.

“Gimme a sec.” The lizard spoke to Char before turning his head. “Blast, you feel like letting this guy in on our secret?”

“Hmmm… I’ll have to think about that.”

“Don’t do this to me, man.”

“Mmmm… Sure why not.”

Bek turned back to Char. “The robber was eaten but not exactly by me.” He lifted a hand casually as though directing Char’s attention to something just over his shoulder. Then a red tendril slithered from his back and curled up over his shoulder, the end of it forming the head of a dragon. “Technically, he ate the robber.”

“When we are combined the way we were, WE ate the robber, Bek.” The red appendage spoke looking at his host before looking back at the verdant hedgehog. “I told ya he was cute.”

“Blast, hush. I doubt he’d find much interest in either of us.” Bek huffed.

So he’d been helping the woman when she’d been mugged? He’d been hungry? The verdant male had met a few cannibals in his life, hell, he was friends with one. Though Char thought for certain this guy was working with a few loose marbles, speaking openly to himself right in front of him. Did he have some kind of split personality? An alternate ego? This was by far baffling and the most conflicted Char had felt when trying to identify what was going on in a situation.

Wait, so had this guy eaten the robber or not? And when he directed over his shoulder, clear confusion read across the verdant males features, brows drawing together and ears twitching underneath his hood. But he didn’t have to wait long for his questions to be answered, quills naturally bristling and lifting and eyes widening at the sudden appearance of the dragon. He stared, dumbfounded, but more so curios. Just what was this? They seemed fused, able to communicate between one another. It seemed he had his answer to the question of insanity. No, this guy had an entire separate being living within him. One that held it’s own personality and physical traits. 

So their names were Bek and Blast? The offhanded comment about his own visage distracted him from his train of thought, an uneasy laugh bubbling from within his chest. “So…what the hell are ya?” He had so many questions. Had they been born this way? Experimented on? A hesitant step was taken forward, one full of caution and wariness, aqua hues raking over Bek and Blasts forms. “He’s attached to ya? But…ya saved that woman, then? Guess not everyone’s as used ta meetin’ someone that eats other Mobians as I am. I woulda beaten the guy to a bloody pulp though. So does that mean you guys gotta eat like that all the time?” And there was the hesitation again, Char remaining a safe distance away from the creatures before him, but closer than he’d been prior. He was testing the waters. So far, they both seemed to be rather level headed. Not at all how he’d assume some raging cannibal to act. 

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“I am known as a symbiote, one who needs a host to survive in this planet’s atmosphere.” Blast responded before Bek could. He seemed to display a bit of an ego. 

“I’m a Komodo Dragon.” Bek spoke up, mostly to point out that he wasn’t a snake. He had often been called one and often had to correct people. “And yeah, he is attached to me though it’s more like he lives inside me. I also don’t make it a habit to eat people. If I do, I only go for those who are really bad people. But usually I can satisfy this one with normal food.” he pointed to Blast.

“He doesn’t want me to eat his liver.” Blast stated.

“It was like, what, ten years ago when he crawled inside me. I was on a jog and randomly this kid tackled me. It took a few weeks for him to get settled in and a few days after that for me to adjust to him.” Bek explained.

“You really took a shine to me after that one night when I helped you jerk-MMPH!!!” Bek quickly closed Blast’s mouth before he could finish his sentence, his cheeks were deep red.

“Blast! That’s private information!” He scolded.

Blast pulled free of Bek’s hold and huffed. “Pussy.”

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First Meal

[a-bitter-resentment]

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“So what you in the mood for now, bud?” Bek asked seemingly no one, as he resumed walking. He took his phone out of his pocket and flicked it open. There had been a few texts from his job, a voice mail from his mother and few other notifications that had popped up when he was looking for someone to feed to Blast. “You’d think they’d get the hint that I’m busy when I don’t respond for that long.” he muttered.

“Bek. There is someone following us.” Blast spoke to his host. “They feel different, not from this world. Can I eat him?” 

“Blast, no. You just ate. Last thing I need to deal with is a sore stomach.” Bek argued. With a long pause he spoke again. “Is he cute at least?”

“Hmmm… very. Though he does have a gun.” 

“Heh, if he decides to use it, you have permission to startle him, no eating.”

“You’re no fun when you’re not hungry.” Blast huffed in a pouty way.

Bek stopped in his tracks and cleared his throat before turning around and pulling his hood off. “I know you’re following me.” His tongue flicked out to taste the air. “I can taste you in the air.” “Bek, the woman. He might’ve ran into her.” “If you have questions about what that woman was running from, I’d be happy to tell ya.” He stated, crossing his arms and waiting for his stalker to show himself.

“You better be right about him being cute, Blast.” Bek muttered quietly.

“When have I ever been wrong?” 

“True…”

No, no one Char had met before talked to themselves in such a way, almost as if holding a two way conversation. It was curious to say the least, aqua hues lidded and confused. Was this guy clinically insane, or just keeping himself company? Too many variables, and not enough answers. 

When the male suddenly stopped in the road, Char kept himself concealed, hand resting on his gun momentarily, more so for comfort than defense. And then fur and quills stood on end when he was called out, nerves spiking with adrenaline. He’d been so certain he’d been hidden, silent as a ghost. How was he so easily discovered? 

Taste? He’d tasted him in the air? Well that ruled out a few different species of reptile. No crocodile or alligator could scent or taste the air like that. Perhaps he was a snake? Or a monitor? Reluctantly, Char strode out from the trashed alley he’d hidden himself in, stepping cautiously over some unidentifiable mound of goo as he revealed himself. “Yeah, bud. I’ve got questions. An’ since ya know exactly why I’ve been followin’ ya, I’m assumin’ you were the one ta freak that lady out.” So his hunch had been correct. This guy was somehow involved. “She mentioned bein’ mugged…somethin’ ‘bout someone gettin’ eaten? I couldn’t piece t’gether much more than that. She could hardly speak a proper sentence.” Though Char himself was much harder to scare than some innocent bystander on the streets. After everything he’d witnessed in his life, spooking him was tough. This guy didn’t particularly seem like the mugging type though, especially not with how calmly he’d left the scene.

Fingers flexed out, ready to go for his weapon at a moments notice should the other suddenly become violent. But so far, other than speaking to himself, he seemed rather normal, calm, collected. Then again, some of the worlds worst serial killers could blend with civilians like a drop of water in a stream. You could never judge a book by it’s cover. You needed to uncover some of the pages before you could better understand what was inside. And sometimes, the ending still caught you out of left field if you weren’t prepared for any possible outcome. The last thing Char wanted to do was underestimate this guy and get blindsided. 

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One of the komodo’s eyebrows lifted when the hedgehog carefully climbed out of the alley. He was cute even if he was on high alert at that moment. He sobered his expression as Char started to speak. The older male rubbed the back of his neck before responding to the other. “Heh. I was kinda involved. I was looking for somethin’ to eat when I spotted that lady getting mugged, so I decided to help her out.” 

“The robber was delicious.” Blast commented, his voice only heard by Bek, such comment making his host roll his eyes a little.

“Gimme a sec.” The lizard spoke to Char before turning his head. “Blast, you feel like letting this guy in on our secret?”

“Hmmm... I’ll have to think about that.”

“Don’t do this to me, man.”

“Mmmm... Sure why not.”

Bek turned back to Char. “The robber was eaten but not exactly by me.” He lifted a hand casually as though directing Char’s attention to something just over his shoulder. Then a red tendril slithered from his back and curled up over his shoulder, the end of it forming the head of a dragon. “Technically, he ate the robber.”

“When we are combined the way we were, WE ate the robber, Bek.” The red appendage spoke looking at his host before looking back at the verdant hedgehog. “I told ya he was cute.”

“Blast, hush. I doubt he’d find much interest in either of us.” Bek huffed.

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First Meal

[a-bitter-resentment]

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In the slums of the city, a hooded komodo strode with haste down a road, his tongue flicking, tasting the air. He walked as though he were hunting for something. He stopped in his tracks when he spotted someone being robbed. He growled at the scene before him before storming toward it. He pulled a hand from his hoodie pocket and flung it forward at the robber, a dark red whip-like tendril flying out and grabbing the crook’s legs, pulling it out from under him. The komodo stood over the thieve and growled.

“You’re pathetic.” He snarled, a crimson shell enrapturing his body, shifting him from a komodo to a mythical dragon. The dragon brought the robber up and swallowed him whole. As he slowly shifted back into a komodo, the person he saved ran off, afraid of him and what he did. 

“You’re welcome.” He called after.

“Ungrateful bitch.” A voice spoke in his head.

“She’s just scared of us. I’m not surprised. I mean, have you seen you?” The komodo spoke to seemingly no one as he turned and started to walk away.

“I have seen me, and I’m fucking sexy!” The voice responded. “Not even you can deny that, Bek.”

Bek chuckled softly. “Ya got me there, Blast. But you do need some getting use to.”

For once, the fugitive had been minding his own business, hands buried within his pockets as he traversed the slums of whatever this new zone was he’d happened upon. He’d managed to shake of his pursuers a couple zones back, so knew he could take his time here, find a nice place to rest, maybe a bite to eat, though his funds were running thin. He’d be lucky if he had enough for a place for the night. 

He veered around a corner sharply and let out a yelp of surprise when a frantic young woman plowed into him, Char just barely managing to keep them both from toppling over by gripping to her shoulders to steady her. A frightened scream tore from her throat, only further alarming him, quills bristled and ears lowering at the high pitched cry as he abruptly released her. “W-whoa, toots, calm down! What the hell happened? Are ya bein’ chased?” A quick glance behind her confirmed that, no, there were no pursuers, at least as of yet. She pointed behind herself, her words a jumbled mess, one tripping over the other. All he could make out was, “Being mugged…monster…ate him.” The rest was just hysteric gibberish. “Look, ya get yerself outta here, I’ll go check it out, ‘kay?” She didn’t need to be told twice as she bolted off and away, Char shaking his head, then narrowing his eyes down the street ahead. 

The hooded hedgehog started down the sidewalk, keeping his ears perked and alert under his hood and eyes peeled for anything that seemed unusual. Something had to have happened to freak that woman out so much. He slipped his hands from his pockets to have them free should he suddenly find himself in a fight, one hovering within easy reach of his pistol strapped underneath his jacket around his waist. Though after walking a short distance, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. There wasn’t even anyone here, no one in sight. That was, until he noticed a long, reptilian tail disappearing around the corner. Was that the culprit? The one that had sent the woman into a tizzy? Should he approach them, or follow? They were the only one within the vicinity, the only plausible suspect. So, he decided following was the better option for now, tailing the guy at a healthy distance and keeping himself hidden behind corners so he wouldn’t be spotted. Just from watching, nothing seemed too strange. Other than the fact that he seemed to be talking to himself. But people did that sometimes, right? Right? Char kept a close eye on the hooded reptile, waiting for any signs that this had been the man to royally mind fuck the poor woman into a hysterical mess. 

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“So what you in the mood for now, bud?” Bek asked seemingly no one, as he resumed walking. He took his phone out of his pocket and flicked it open. There had been a few texts from his job, a voice mail from his mother and few other notifications that had popped up when he was looking for someone to feed to Blast. “You’d think they’d get the hint that I’m busy when I don’t respond for that long.” he muttered.

“Bek. There is someone following us.” Blast spoke to his host. “They feel different, not from this world. Can I eat him?” 

“Blast, no. You just ate. Last thing I need to deal with is a sore stomach.” Bek argued. With a long pause he spoke again. “Is he cute at least?”

“Hmmm... very. Though he does have a gun.” 

“Heh, if he decides to use it, you have permission to startle him, no eating.”

“You’re no fun when you’re not hungry.” Blast huffed in a pouty way.

Bek stopped in his tracks and cleared his throat before turning around and pulling his hood off. “I know you’re following me.” His tongue flicked out to taste the air. “I can taste you in the air.” “Bek, the woman. He might’ve ran into her.” “If you have questions about what that woman was running from, I’d be happy to tell ya.” He stated, crossing his arms and waiting for his stalker to show himself.

“You better be right about him being cute, Blast.” Bek muttered quietly.

“When have I ever been wrong?” 

“True...”

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First Meal

In the slums of the city, a hooded komodo strode with haste down a road, his tongue flicking, tasting the air. He walked as though he were hunting for something. He stopped in his tracks when he spotted someone being robbed. He growled at the scene before him before storming toward it. He pulled a hand from his hoodie pocket and flung it forward at the robber, a dark red whip-like tendril flying out and grabbing the crook’s legs, pulling it out from under him. The komodo stood over the thieve and growled.

“You’re pathetic.” He snarled, a crimson shell enrapturing his body, shifting him from a komodo to a mythical dragon. The dragon brought the robber up and swallowed him whole. As he slowly shifted back into a komodo, the person he saved ran off, afraid of him and what he did. 

“You’re welcome.” He called after.

“Ungrateful bitch.” A voice spoke in his head.

“She’s just scared of us. I’m not surprised. I mean, have you seen you?” The komodo spoke to seemingly no one as he turned and started to walk away.

“I have seen me, and I’m fucking sexy!” The voice responded. “Not even you can deny that, Bek.”

Bek chuckled softly. “Ya got me there, Blast. But you do need some getting use to.”

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