Unsurprisingly, she seemed to understand right away that Chompers was a predator, a creature that existed at the top of the foodchain, a beast in the form of a plant. Yes, it does seem that Chompers has that sort of intimidating air about him that would make any normal person shy away from him or try to get away from him as soon as possibleâŠ
Yet Zelda stood there, admiring him, piecing together thoughts in her head that were all connected towards understanding this beast better and better. The way she spoke to him was unlike anything heâs heard before - she was royalty, sure, but he didnât expect her to be so⊠formal, with him. Especially since he was so rude.
âWHY DO YâKEEP TALKINâ LIKE THAT? STOPPIT. SâWEIRD.â Being referred to in such a formal manner caught him off-guard. He wasnât sure how to feel. Awkward, maybe, considering how strange he felt about the whole situation - and then came Zelda asking if he would like to be pet.
âYâWANNA PET ME? ME!? CHOMPERS?! THâPIRANHA PLANT? EATERâVE HATS? BANE OF THE MARIO BROS? YâWANNA STICK YERâ HAND ANYWHERE NEAR MY HEAD? GET REAL, GIRL, I AINâ BOUTTA LETâCHA TOUCH ME WITHOUT TAKINâ A NIBBLE. YâWANT YERâ HAND BIT OFF, YOUâLL GO THROUGH WITH IT.â
It was a warning - one heâs been forced to give to just about anyone who tries interacting with him, thanks to Isabelle. He warns people - touch him, and you run the risk of getting bit. Itâs a simple trade, a warning thatâs much needed in the event that someone ends up getting their hand bitten off.
⊠That isnât to say heâd actually do it. He just doesnât want random people petting him.
âI will not stop how Iâve been speaking my entire life, Sir Chompers. With all due respect, I have control over how I talk.â She answers proudly, pouting a bit at the Piranha Plantâs rather ridiculous demand. Why change something that was so inherent to her, so essential to her that it was not quite unlike the need to breathe? âIt is the same as the way you speak - you cannot change it, and if you do, it sounds awfully unnatural, would you not say?â
She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head, as though she were lecturing a young child - ironic, considering she herself was barely sixteen. A habit of hers, she oft did it when she felt that others could very well shape up, or if she felt insulted. Though, perhaps she was being a bit defensive in retrospect - after all, this was likely all the Piranha Plant had known for his entire life. Nothing but anger, sadness, frustration, non-autonomy... and that was both turned inward and outward in different ways. Being the servant of a greater evil certainly left a lot of room to be desired.
And how could he not feel lonely, she wondered, when he pushes all away from him? Though, this thought was merely an assumption, it brought a softness to Zeldaâs gaze, as all the anger and frustration vanished from her face as though lifted like a curtain.
âI apologize for being firm, it was not fair to you.â She says, looking away bashfully. âBut, are you certain that you would bite my hand off? That seems a bit extreme; it was simply an innocent request... all I would do is touch you for five seconds. But I suppose that is too much to ask...â
Yet, the desire to pet him had only grown - he was adorable in the most grotesque way possible; not a person in the palace understood Zeldaâs obsession with finding creatures like the Piranha Plant cute. There must be some way to convince him!, she thinks, trying to put her thoughts to the test. Perhaps she ought to get to know him better first.
Yes. That was the answer!
âHas no one ever pet you in your life? That is rather sad... instead, everyone is afraid of you. Or most - not necessarily all. And to be honest, I highly doubt you would enjoy my hand. The magic contained within may not mesh well with your digestive system.âÂ
She inspects her own hand dramatically, which was covered with a glove. She sighs, equally as dramatically, to herself.
âAre you to tell me that you are not interested in new experiences? Such a shame. Such a shame. And it would only be for a few seconds, but if you are so set on nibbling on this hand of mine... the explosive magic contained in this very hand could very well decimate your insides, thus rendering you incapacitated. As far as I know, while you Piranha Plants spit fire, the type of explosive magic I speak of is anything but - rather, it is dark magic with unpredictable consequences. In effect, you would eat my hand without knowing what would happen to you, with death being a very real possibility. So with this being said, allow me to ask you again.â
âMay I pet you, Sir Chompers?â