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Canon Divergent Q!Chayanne rp blog run by @its-karkalicious-baby - part of the yaoiverse
Y!Chayanne Characteristics:
he/him pronouns
9 years old
wears a skeleton mask to emulate Missa/Technoblade
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Congrats on getting out of fed jail
Th ask uou
Cucurucho hurries out the door, right after they shoot a final message to their partner. They head downstairs. The trip is long, but worth it as they run down towards the lower science floor and the experimentation beneath it. They fumble on a paw print pad, feeling unsure if the new change to their body was worth it since the pad felt a bit small but they press on either way. A problem for another time.
Metal doors hiss and separate as they head inside, closing behind them with a safety and security precaution. Cucurucho doesn't flinch at remembering experiments they had no part in, other than being a monitoring vessel. But they do wince.
Glass cages used to hold beings here, and they follow one with very little light. There's evidence of workers being here, wheeled trays scattered around and clipboards holding schedules and messy notes. Cucurucho walks over towards another paw print pad and scans their hand.
They knock, politely at the glass as a door slides open with a quiet hiss.
"Good morning." Cucurucho says softly.
[ @egg-a1 + @cha-cha-cha-chayanne ]
There's a knock, which is new. A1 heard the footsteps and the humming of machinery before she ever heard the knock, so she's already looking when the door slides open. She's huddled in a corner, back pressed against both the bedframe and the wall, a pale yellow blanket draped over her. There's a little ratty doll in her hand- a well-loved replica of the face staring right down at her.
But she doesn't look excited. She looks scared and a little confused, bewildered by the difference, by a bot she had never seen before that shared the same face her mama and her captor. She just seems skeptical. She doesn't move, her tail curling more around herself. "...mor'ening." She mumbles back, before her eyes go to the floor. Her mouth warps the words. When her eyes go back up, it's to look around the bot, for the backups, for Chayanne.
No recognition. Nothing.
"Good morning," They repeat. Cucurucho simply nods. They understand, it's been a while and they did just change their appearance. They don't anything just yet.
Cucurucho steps to the side. "You're both being escorted out. Federation orders." They gesture to the door with a stretched out paw.
"Come, I'll bring you upstairs. You're both free to go."
Chayanne finds Asha's eyes as she looks for aid and nods, and then this new, fat bear speaks again and he blinks, perking up.
Well, he's not gonna waste time. The bears don't lie. He hops up and crosses through his newly-opened door into Asha's enclosure, where he nuzzles her with the top of his head, then chirps quietly and leans down for her to get on his back.
She's kind of scared. This doesn't feel real. Why would they take her back if she was going to be let go again? Some of her terror melts down as Chayanne takes this all in stride, but her apprehension is solid and real and taking form in a weight in her body.
Then there's feathers and scales rubbing against her and she bursts into giggles despite it all. The metal weight of the muzzle is warm and cold at the same time, pressing into easily bruised skin, and she leans into it. "It might be a test." She whispers to him, stumbling over her words and putting her tiny hand in front of her mouth. "Be- super duper careful."
But she does what she's told and suggested. She grabs her few belongings- well, her toys, the blanket is too big- and sheds the warmth of her safe corner. Tiny hands curl into feathers.
Rucho kneels from where they're standing, peering into the room. "Asha, do you want me to hold onto those for you?" They offer.
"You can hold onto Chayanne while I hold your things."
She gives a full-body jerk at the use of her name, staring with wide, disturbed eyes. There's a long moment where she can't decide if she wants to respond. This was a test. It had to be a test. She's too young to understand the implication of it. "M-My name is A1... uhm. And- An.. th-they're mine, so I'll carry them..."
"I thought you liked your name." Cucurucho slightly frowns. They tilt their head, curiously. "That's why we named you, so you could have one."
"Do you not want to be called Asha anymore or do I just look too different?" They guess.
Asha just stares. She stares for a very, very long moment, all time held with a baited breath. It's a very slow register, a very slow ticking before everything softly settles into place in her head, and her lip wobbles. Her wings and tail dip, limp, and she stares up with wide eyes slowly filling with tears.
"Mama?"
Oh. There she is.
"Hi honey." Cucurucho smiles warmly. They hold out their arms towards her, a suggestion, and an invitation. "It's lovely to see you again."
Asha abandons all sense of safety, all knowledge of tests and fear, drops all of her grand total of three thing and hurries away from Chayanne, and rushes forward. She throws herself so hard forward it's a miracle she doesn't hurt herself, barreling into their chest with an aching, awful cry. "Mama! Mama!" She echos, again and again, her legs immediately giving out as she clings to the bear she finally recognizes.
"Oh- Oh-!" Osito nearly falls over in surprise. It holds her gently, patting her back. "Hello sweetpea."
It holds her for a moment before pulling away, cupping her cheek. "Oh you've grown so big. You're going to have to keep this quiet for a bit, okay?" Osito holds a finger over its mouth.
"They don't know I'm your Mama yet, and they're going to ask if you want to stay with me or not. Just a little secret for now, okay? Shh.."
She sniffles. Her tears are already pouring, dribbling fat and heavy and wetting the fur of Osito's fingers. She gives a little, fragile nod, but can't say much more than a whimpery mumble of 'okay', before she wrenches her face free and dives... right back into the hug. Her fingers curl in and don't let go. Little sobs and hiccups push from her without her permission- the poor thing can barely breathe, much less talk, the silent mantra of mama, mama, mama, echoing in her head.
Gah. Their little girl. Cucurucho nearly crumples into themself like crushed metal.
They pat Asha's back, holding her with one arm as they other carefully takes her items into their inventory. Cucurucho turns to Chayanne.
"Would you like for me to take off that for you?" They point to his muzzle. "I'll drop you off at the Wall right as I drop Asha in my partner's office."
Chayanne stares at this new version of the old Cucurucho. He looks at Asha in its arms and remembers what Trumpet and Flippa said.
They certainly look gentle. He steps forward carefully and tilts his head down, letting them at the latch to his muzzle.
They carefully take it off one-handed, then toss it aside for someone else to deal with. "There we go. Better?"
Chayanne nods and chirps. He starts to trot towards them, then pauses and looks down at himself. He glances up at Rucho, unsure, then gestures down at his dragon body.
They spent a long time making sure he didn't look like this. Is he allowed to go home?
"Hm. Unfortunately, I don't have any idea on how you were able to get back to this form." Cucurucho says, looking over. "Do you not have any control?"
Chayanne warbles in his throat. He closes his eyes and concentrates.
It isn’t supposed to look painful. His talons curl in and start to soften slowly, feathers drawing back slowly into his skin, his beak pulling back to make a nose and mouth like a spring being coiled tighter, and tighter, and tighter…
Chayanne trembles with effort, then gasps, losing it like he’s dropping a heavy weight. Feathers shoot back out almost hard enough to make a “poof” sound effect and he falls back to all fours, panting. He shakes his head.
They stand up with a frown. "Well, I suppose I can send you home at least for you to figure out with your family." Cucurucho's unsure if they could mention what happened to Philza. It might be private, on who did it and why. They just shake their head.
"Right, let's go upstairs to your families. They must be waiting."
The arctic wyrmling’s anger has delivered it entirely from fear. It wakes with a muzzle clamped around its beak and simply screeches, loose feathers filling the room and floating down as it fights the metal bands of the tiny cage.
The outburst is more to get the fury out of its system than anything. Once it’s done, it sits up and pants for breath, feathers settling smooth again. It growls low in its throat and wriggles its wings, trying to adjust to the new feeling of feathers cut short.
Something catches its eye across the hall.
[@egg-a1]
Her wings spread, eyes wide and curious as she stares across. Big, dumb, wide eyes as she stares at something she can understand, something she has not seen since her wake. It looks a lot like her- different, but alike. It looks like how she remembers some of the others looking, with wings similar and feathers and talons the world had long-since removed from her.
She can't look away. She watches feathers puff from beneath the door and keeps herself up on her toes to watch, mouth open in wonder. And then it turns, and their eyes meet, and her chest fills with some kind of joy. There's still eggs like that out there. There's still eggs like her in this place. She's not alone, isn't that wonderful?
It’s a little little kid with brown skin and huge eyes and downy white wings of their own. They doesn’t look frightened of it. They look…elated.
The hatchling’s eyes soften. It warbles softly in its throat, tilting its head to one side, and its resolution to not use the human tongues in this place falters and falls away.
…which is why it’s legitimately frustrating to find that its beak can’t open enough in the muzzle to even TRY to speak human. The keratin clicks uselessly against the metal a couple of times, then stops.
The dragon gives a frustrated huff. It forgoes that route and lifts one foreleg in a wave.
They've got that funny metal contraption on it's face that they used to put on her. It's probably miserable. But it waves the dragon's equivalent of a hand and she feels glee bubble, lifting her own burned hand and waving back. Her wings flutter in something uncontrollable, tail thumping softly.
"I thought all the other eggs were gone now." She breathes, squeaky and quiet. Her voice is funny and raspy, now. She wonders if they could even hear her. It's okay if they can't. She can pretend. "Hi. Hi! Hi-hi. I'm-" Asha. "A-1."
Oh, they're just a baby.
In spite of the anger burning in its chest, the dragon gives a happy blink at her and warbles in its throat. It waves a little more.
Shit. What's some of the stuff Tallulah does to communicate? It looks around for something to write on, but the room is sparse. Its wings flap angrily, kicking up wind.
Oh well. It still has its hands. It lifts both of its forelegs and does its best to make a heart with its talons.
The creature across the hall does something incredibly silly. It shifts and moves and makes a shape with it's talons and she can't help but giggle. It's silly. She has no clue what it's doing, but it does confirm it knows she's here, and she's smart enough to know all that anger in that little room wasn't gonna be at her, neither.
"You're so mad. I get it. I get really really mad too. Like bad-mad, really really mad, like that." She tells them, rocking a little on her feet, excited to talk. To say something that wasn't hitting metal, emotionless heads or white walls. She nods her head, then perks up, eyes widening. "Did you escape and get to go outside? Is that why you're mad?"
The dragon shrugs and makes a "more or less" motion with its talon. Then it tilts its head and gestures to its conversation partner. (What about you?)
She nods back, like she gets it. It's a lucky guess. "Me too. My- oh!" She gleefully disappears from the sight of the door. Feet softly pad along white padded floors- when she reappears, she's holding a ratty little doll. White fur is clumped and browning, one of the arms damn near shreds. The stuffed bear is miserable looking. It's well-loved. "My mama got me out- uhm, when the- the, uh. The wall disappeared. And I was outside and then they catched me. That's why I'm mad, too."
The little dragon nods, understanding. It wishes it could talk. There’s a chance that there’s somebody they both know, though. Possibly multiple somebodies.
It starts with the Cucurucho connection. First it reaches up and mimes a little hat on its head. Then it reaches one talon up above the top of the imaginary hat and spins it in a little circle, to denote something rotating on top of the little hat. It makes an inquisitive noise in its throat.
Hat. Hat? Little hat. Little spinny weird hat. OH!!!!!!! "Propeller hat!" She asks excitedly, loving this game of charades. She hops from one foot to the other, embed with an energy she hasn't had for weeks. "Like- Like a propeller hat, like Trumpet? Kid-Egg Trumpet. That's my brother!"
The wyrmling nods frantically with little happy croaks and caws. It makes a little motion like it’s playing a Trumpet.
Their brother, huh? It wonders why Trumpet never said anything.
That's a motion she doesn't know, but she's rocking and bouncing on her burned feet excitedly regardless, knowing she's right from the nod. The dragon across from her is making these happy noises, like she's got it right, and that made her pretty happy. She replicates the chirping noise, mangled from the human throat. "My brother is the best. H-He comes- he came over and we- uhm, we play games and he shows me a buncha tha stuff I've never-ever seen. Like turtles and, uhm, bugs, and we drawed. But that's when I was outside."
Chayanne nods along with her, making noises of excitement and agreement. Internally, he's filing everything away. Trumpet and this little girl loved each other, and for some reason they kept it secret from him. Strange.
Chayanne wonders if she’s met any of his other siblings. He gives another inquisitive croak, then lifts his talons like he’s playing a flute and doots the song that Tallulah likes to play.
The creature does another, very similar motion to the last, but to the side. It clicks that it was mimicking an instrument when it begins to make noise. She hops up and down excitedly, giggling. "Oh! Oh! I know this one too- that's- that's, uhm," She raises her hands and copies it. She hums back the song, fingers twitching in mid air. "Oh, I don't know, uhm, the flower girl sings it. Her name is, uh, Lullaby. Ack!" She just couldn't remember what the instrument was called!
Chayanne blinks. He knows that Tallulah doesn’t tell him EVERYTHING, but he figured a whole new kid would be something worth letting him know.
Still, he nods and chirps happily. Lullaby, the flower girl. If only there were some way for him to identify himself.
…Can’t hurt to try. He shuffles up on his haunches and draws a ring around his waist. He copies the motion a couple of times and hopes Tallulah’s mentioned him.
Nope. A1 stares blankly at his game of charades, watching the way his claws move, trying to peice together what the creature was trying to say. The first two were instruments- was this an instrument? He keeps motioning and she keeps her blank stare, then copies the motion with her hands.
"Belt?" She mumbles. "Uhm. Hips. No? Oh... this one is hard."
Chayanne hates charades. He tries a few more times, adding in some swimming motions, but this poor little hatchling is clearly confused. Eventually, he growls in frustration and starts to fight the muzzle again, clipped wings buffeting the air as he rakes it against the ground, struggles to worm claws through, pulls at it so hard that a muscle strains in his long, avian neck.
She kind of just watches. Wide green-brown eyes stare, watching the way the dragon's body moves and contorts, the way his frustration morphs and shifts into rage. It's kind of interesting, though she finds herself shrinking back just a little bit. The arctic wyrmling’s growling echoes.
She watches, though. Intent and enamored by a dragon, a real dragon, like she once was, but different. Much like the children. "It's okay." She says, somewhat soothingly, patting the part of the door. "I'm sorry. I'm not very smart. Uhm, the kid-eggs are much big-er-er than, uhm, me, so they'd prolly' get it, I think. Trumpet and Lullaby. I know- uhh, Flippa would, uhm, and Lulla has a brother who would. There's more of them- the uh, kids-not-eggs, I thinks."
Chayanne shakes his head when she tries to apologize. He dimly hears her mention Flippa, filing that away, and then-
When she says "Lullah has a brother," Chayanne sits bolt upright and starts to point frantically to himself, cawing in his throat.
She startles at the rapid movement, the excitement from the other end scaring her, before her ears wiggle and her wings spread and her tail goes stiff all with a distinct excitement as she understands. "You? You! You're her brother? You're, uhm, Cha-anne!"
Chayanne nods frantically. He claps his talons together (making a weird, almost papery clicking sound) and crows happily, swaying from side to side.
He taps his head and then points at A1, hoping she understands that he's calling her smart. There’s an immediate relief that comes from being recognized, and his feathers begin to smooth themselves down again.
He's nodding and tapping at his head, and it feels like a compliment, and she can't help but beam back at his joy. Their communication is full of hiccups and frustration, but they got there. "Hi Chayanne!! I'm Asha- Egg A-1!" She repeats, like she's forgotten she already said that. "It's nice to meet you!! I thought you were a kid-egg, this is so cool!! You're a dragon!"
She's smiling, hopping around, her wings give fluttery movements like she's getting ready to start a sandstorm. Mangled chirps pull from her throat on long-forgotten instinct. "That's so cool, that's so cool. I used to be a dragon-egg! I used to see lotsa us eggs like that, but they're all gone now, this is super-duper cool!"
Chayanne crows proudly and puffs out his chest. Explaining the situation would take far too much time and involve a lot of sad stuff - and in this moment, Chayanne is proud to be a dragon for her.
She’s a delight. His chest aches, longing to go over there and preen her and curl around her. The way her tiny voice curls around her words is something he could listen to forever.
He gives a questioning crow. He can’t talk, so he might as well listen. He knows from experience how good it feels to be listened to in this place.
He questions her, so she talks. She talks, and once she starts talking, she can't stop. She tells him about how it's not that bad. They'll be okay. They replaced all the lava with water. It's cold and kind of scary but it doesn't hurt so bad anymore. The bears are harder than the humans were but they are careful, they're careful because they're strong, and that doesn't hurt so bad either. They don't scare her. She's a big girl.
She talks about the sky and the color of it, and how the two of them will be up there one day, because she knows how pretty they are now. She talks about how the sky is so much more than blue like her Jeremy had said. She tells Chayanne about flowers and her shack in the woods and how nice not-bad but named-Bad was to hee, and how she was sick and how he gave her oranges.
She talks. She talks and talks and seems so, so happy to talk. She talks until they come to take her away. It seemed to help.
He doesn't know why he's in here. He did everything right. His fathers did everything right.
He hopes that his family knows he's not frightened. He is way, WAY too angry to be frightened.
They restrain him with cuffs on a table and force his wings to spread wide. Workers come in with shears as Chayanne rants and rages and spits, and then he starts to hear them snip at his beautiful primaries, the SHICK of the blades, the hollow snap of his rachis, and as he struggles and shouts his furious cussing in English and Spanish devolves into furious screeches and hisses and roars.
By the time they're done with the first wing, all of his limbs are covered in feathers.
For the second wing, he goes limp, making a big show of defeat. He hides his face by bowing his head, the extent of the changes to his limbs hidden by his clothes. It takes much less time to finish without him thrashing.
When they're done, the cuffs click open. Chayanne's head snaps up and the transformation is complete, the veil of his hair vanishing into his feathers to reveal a feral, beaked face.
His wings can no longer fly, but they turn the air into an arctic storm as he launches himself off the table with the piercing shriek of an egret dragon. He latches onto the chest of one worker, claws shredding through the fur and leaving deep gouges in the metal, then bounds off of them to the next one, his hind leg turning its head completely out of alignment as he lands. In that moment before they fall, he sets lightning-blue eyes on the worker holding the shears.
The metal clatters to the ground and the faceless bear holds up its hands.
As if it’s not far too late for that.
Chayanne takes a deep breath and expels a high-pressure stream of pure frost directly into the worker’s neck joint. Immediately, he flings himself from the worker he’s on to that one, latching onto its neck with all four of his limbs and plunging his beak into wires made brittle by ice.
The worker falls backwards and Chayanne rides it down, punctuating the air with the crunching and snapping of metal. Clunky paws come to restrain him, and he does his best to fight them off, but doesn’t try to flee.
This isn’t about escaping. This is about doing as much damage as he fucking can.
By the time they tear Chayanne off of it, the worker’s chest is spread open like an unfolded paper airplane. He feels a prick in his neck, and then the world swims away from him.
When he wakes up again, mouth dry, head pounding, he’s wearing a muzzle.
Chayanne’s out on the roof, tending to his rows upon rows of potatoes.
He’s not actually a huge fan of potatoes. They’re too thick and sit heavy in his gut. But if he needs to tend an army, his men will not die of starvation.
He looks at his latest harvest, wiping dirt off with his thumb. He imagines Phil doing the same with an arctic wind whipping around him and the vague figure of Uncle Techno by his side.
…It was almost a year ago now. Chayanne was a year smaller, a year bitterer, and yet.
(Phil’s silhouette was weathered in the way of a river stone, sharp edges softened by the wisdom of becoming worn. His soft eyes had been staring into the middle distance, imagining someone so very powerful and so very precious to him with enough clarity that Chayanne could almost see him too. And then he had turned to Chayanne and looked at him with all the same pride.)
“I see a lot of him in you, actually, I do see a lot of him in you.”
(Until that moment, Chayanne had been drowning in so many pounds of squishy human skin and thick, dense bones. He’d been deformed and weak and powerless. But Chayanne had come to admire and respect Phil more than anybody he had ever known, and none of that was reflected in his eyes.)
“I reckon one day you’ll take over the world.”
(In that moment, sitting by Phil in the boat, Chayanne felt that he could fight anything, endure anything, accomplish anything if it meant that his Dad would keep looking at him that way.)
“I’ll be right there watching.”
Chayanne realizes that he’s smiling at his potato. He tucks it into his bag and keeps working his way through the rows.
A shadow appears on him from behind. It doesn’t creep over him, it’s just suddenly there. As there as the sunlight had been just moments ago.
Chayanne feels the danger prickle in the feathers on his back. Almost instantaneously, he whirls around, sword falling into his hand from his hotbar, and opens his mouth to scream.
And then the Wall is empty.
The sharp inhale of a scream that never came seems to hang in the air, like the world is holding its breath. The wind rustles through the lush leaves of the potato plants. The setting sun gilds the cobble and casts long, soft-edged shadows towards the edge of the towering stones.
It’s a beautiful evening.
Chayanne’s established bonds with two out of three of the new kids now, and between the stubborn SunnySideUp and the timid Pepito he’s feeling pretty positively about his chances with Empanada.
He goes looking for her after one of Pepito’s lessons and finds her catching pill bugs in front of the factory. “Hey,” he says.
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It’s kind of a weird feeling, whenever Cassidy does anything. It’s like she’s metamorphosing, but just into a different kind of caterpillar. She’s just as weak, just as young. When Cassidy is in charge, though, it’s like her scales have turned bright yellow.
‘Don’t eat me,’ they say. ‘I’ll hurt anyone who tries to.’
Em relinquishes her grip on their body, Cass raising their hackles and baring their teeth in a snarl.
“What do you want?”
Chayanne takes a step back, looking almost hurt before he remembers not to take it personally. (THIS is the girl who huddled up against Tío Bad’s leg? What did Chayanne do to her?)
“I just - wanted to officially meet you,” he says. “And I wanted to make sure that you’re happy with Tubbo and that you feel safe.”
Cassidy raises an eyebrow. “What would you do if we weren’t happy? Send us back to the—“
Internally, Em flinches. Best not mention that, then.
“—the… Fed? Gonna put us in jail or something?”
Maybe she’s being too harsh. Then again, maybe this kid is just being too nosy.
Chayanne conjures up an easygoing laugh. "Why would I put you in jail if I want you to be happy?" he asks.
He sits, criss-cross applesauce, in front of Empanada. "If you aren't happy, I'll ask you why, and then I'll try to fix it. Your big sibling Sunny and I are working together to make sure all the kids on the island are safe, and I know more about the residents than she does yet. So if there's resources you need, or if I need to kill somebody for you..."
Cassidy’s eyes widen at that. He’d kill for her? This random kid she doesn’t know? Why?
She studies him for a moment, her gaze less hostile and more curious. He’s older than her and her groupmates, probably stronger, too. Supposedly, Sunny trusts him, at the very least enough to work with him.
She doesn’t like the idea that she needs monitoring, that she needs protection, that she needs to be taken care of. Chayanne doesn’t seem like he’s going to hurt her or her groupmates, though.
She doesn’t really get what his deal is. Why should he care what they do? Why on earth does he care if they’re happy?
Whatever. She’ll play along for now.
“We’re… adjusting. It’s weird being outside. It’s weird having free time.”
She pauses for a moment, thinking.
“There’s… things I miss. People, sort of. I have no idea how I’d see them again, though. If they’re even still alive.”
Ah. Another Tallulah situation. Chayanne’s starting to realize that when things are going well, there’s not a lot of problems he can kill.
"Do you want to tell me about them?" he asks.
Cass maintains eye contact with Chayanne for a few moments before looking away, finding the ground much easier to look at.
“I don’t, um…”
It’s like Em’s tongue is made of lead. She can feel Cass struggling for words, too.
“I can’t really… remember a lot. They… they were really nice. Too nice, probably, for what their job was.”
Cass frowns as she thinks. She doesn’t know where some of this information is coming from. It’s like she has various pieces of a puzzle, but no reference image to go off of.
“I think something happened to it. I don’t know why, but I think they stopped showing up… for a long time. I haven’t… I haven’t seen them again. I can’t even really remember the last time I saw them at all. I just remember it hugging me.”
Why is she telling this kid all this? She wants to hate him. She wants to make him turn back the clock, to take them back to their hut, to Fred’s room, to the lab, to…
When she looks up at Chayanne again, there’s no ridicule in his eyes. No harshness, just.. curiosity, maybe. Possibly even compassion.
“I don’t know if I want to track it down, honestly. I don’t really know what I want at all. Thanks for, uh, for listening, though. Sorry for yelling at you.”
“It’s okay!” Chayanne says brightly. “I get it.”
He thinks for a second, weighing the “tell/don’t tell” options in his mind. “Also, I think you might be talking about Cucurucho?”
[1 new message from @thepoultryprincess]
[SunnySideUp] : I need to talk to you
[SunnySideUp] : there's a new threat on the island
[SunnySideUp] : my coords are ███ ██ ████
[Chayanne] : on my way
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Chayanne touches down at the coordinates minutes later, armed to the teeth and scanning the area.
"¿Qué pasa? Are you hurt?"
[Sunny looks up from their tablet where there is a half written letter to Tubbo. They're still shaking like a leaf, and bruises have started to form from the times they've hit the ground. In general, they look roughed up, far worse than usual. Her eyes are glassy and ringed with red.]
There's another bear. I don't think I'm hurt badly.
Chayanne sucks a pained breath in through his teeth. He glances over his shoulder, then kneels down beside Sunny, shielding her with a wing.
"What does it look like? Is it gone?"
Uhh.. He's black. He's not mechanical like the other ones he's made of like, fabric, and meat. He has admin powers or something like them.
[She glances out the entrance of the cave, still shuddering]
I think he's gone. I don't think he followed me once I was able to run.
Chayanne nods once, sharply. "Good."
He keeps his sword in his hotbar, just to be safe, and starts pulling healing potions and golden carrots out of his inventory.
"The more residents are around, the safer we are," he says. "They all work together to protect us. We should head back to the factory once you're healed up. You can tell me more about the bear there. Does that sound good?"
[Sunny nods and puts away her tablet. She seems a little calmer now, shaking slowing down.]
Yeah, that sounds good.
[She pushes herself onto her feet and stretches her wings. She holds her hand out and receives a carrot, which she starts to eat]
Chayanne nods. "...Do you want a hug before we go back?" (Before you have to be strong again?)
[Sunny pauses for a second and then nods. She hugs chayanne tight, like she's trying to squeeze all of the strength she thinks he has out of him and into them. After a second, they pull back and nod again with a weary smile]
Thanks, chayanne.
Chayanne hugs her back just as tight, then claps them on the shoulder when she lets go.
"It's faster to fly. But I don't mind walking," he says.
[Sunny nods]
I'd prefer to walk, if you don't mind.
[Sunny walks back to the factory with chayanne. The two dragons don't really talk as they walk, except to point out animals or plants or rocks. It is am awkward, somber silence. Sunny leads chayanne to an empty room in the factory, one that's supposed to be a storage room that tubbo hasn't gotten around to setting up yet. They close the door behind them]
Alright. What do you need to know? I'm not used to...
[They pause]
... sharing what I've seen.
Chayanne looks around for a place to sit. He doesn't want to take up too much space, so he just sits criss-cross on the floor.
"I mean, anything you feel like you should tell me," he says. "What did it want? What did it say to you?"
[Sunny sucks in a sharp breath, and releases a nervous hiss as she lowers herself to the ground. How should she phrase this?]
Well. He asked me about the federation. And I was really scared because he appeared out of nowhere and is like... made of nightmares or something. He kept making me see stuff that i dont think was really there.
[She shifts and starts running her thumb across her nametag, in the same spot as always, still silvery and smooth. S-u-n-n-y-s-i-d-e]
I tried to attack her to make her leave me alone, and she got really, really mad. She... took me somewhere. I don't really know where it was, but I know it isn't a good place. And I screamed, and then she told me to run, and I did.
[She shifts again and sighs]
I don't think he's on the federations side or our side. Maybe he just wants people to be scared?
Chayanne leans forward to stare at her, eyes deathly serious.
“A new bad guy? Not the Feds OR the codes?”
[Sunny nods, noting down "codes" as something to look through files for later]
I think so. He didn't really seem to want me dead or anything like that.
[She lowers her voice, almost conspiratorially]
I searched it up, and a guy named Quack or something has seen him too, and he's shown up in his dreams, too. Maybe he's like.. a demon or something.
“Mm.” Chayanne nods. “Right. The place where he took you…what did it look like?”
Well. The bear said it was my real home. The sky was red, and it was an island, like it is here...
[She pauses and squints]
It reminded me of these nightmares I've been having recently. Which is weird because I've never told anyone about them... are there other islands around here?
Chayanne nods slowly, then a little faster. "They might be...further away? But there's other islands, yeah. I don't think I know that one, though. I've never seen a red sky."
[Sunny sighs and nods]
If I thought I could find it I'd search it up, but I don't know that that would be, like, allowed on yoogle.
Chayanne shakes his head. “There’s lots of filters and the Feds can see our search history. Better not to.”
He thinks for a bit. “What did HE look like? The bear?”
His fur was black, and he was all stitched together Frankenstein style, and it looked like blood or something was coming through the seams. Oh! And red eyes.
[She stops and thinks, then perks up]
He also had, like, a human tongue, just on hand. That's worthy of noting.
“Yeah. Don’t like that.” Chayanne’s frowning, thinking tactically. “And you said it just…appeared? And had admin stuff?”
[Sunny nods]
Yep, just out of nowhere. It was really freaky.
“Hm.”
Chayanne hums to himself, sitting there with his hands steepled in front of his face like Gendo Evangelion.
After a bit, he blinks and looks up at Sunny. “Thank you for telling me,” he says solemnly. “Really. Now we can work together on this.”
[Sunny nods, a little guilt gnawing at her stomach. She smiles at chayanne]
Yeah! There's no point in keeping secrets. We're all in this together, after all.
[Sunny and chayanne sit for a few hours longer, trying to come up with plans of how to deal with the bear. They settle on making signs, with chayanne dutifully following Sunny's description of what the thing looked like. As night falls, they each have a small stack of hand drawn posters, with warnings about the bear scrawled accross the margins in red crayon. They split up to go home and put up posters anywhere there's space]
Are you okay, Pepito? You haven’t been at your pool for sword lessons for a few days now
[@cha-cha-cha-chayanne]
[I'm okay]
Okay! If you ever want to just hang out, even without swords, that’s also an option
I mean rock candy can still count as a kind of rock right?
Nobody says "I like eating rocks" and means rock candy
Have you had rock candy before?
That’s man-made.
You’re so real for the rock dislike, rocks are way too earthy
THAT'S WHAT I'M FUCKING SAYING!!!
And I almost broke one of my FAVORITE teeth, too
Oh I just assumed Phil and missa stopped you before you could eat rocks
I was not always with Phil and Missa
Not at all, it’s just rocks are tasty
Allow me to rephrase:
I am a nine-year-old boy with ADHD. Do you think I have never tried eating a rock?
You very clearly have not had a good rock if you think they’re not tasty
Do you think I'm an idiot
Chayanne always makes the tastiest things
That's so real, even if he doesn't let me add rocks to my meals
rocks aren't tasty :/
Okay better now lol anyway I'm gonna bug Chayanne for food
??? I made it for everyone we're having a running-away party
