Feb 13, 2013
Felix stares a little at the tiny bug.
He bit down on the bill of Felix’s hat and flipped it in the air, getting it to land backwards on his own head.
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Felix stares a little at the tiny bug.
He bit down on the bill of Felix’s hat and flipped it in the air, getting it to land backwards on his own head.
Fix-It Bug wakes up. Oh dear, he's seemed to have dozed off in Ralph's home. Whoopsy doodles! Say, speaking of Ralph, Felix can't see where he is. He's rather hard to miss. Maybe he went out? Fix-It isn't looking when he walks right into a certain spiky baby.
The other bug spun around and hissed. It hopped back in surprise.
The glowing red eyes dim slightly and he repeats something they both said once perfectly. "I don’t want to be the bad guy anymore."
"I don't care! Go be less of a bad guy somewhere else!" He hissed, his small front legs raising up, ready to strike at a weak spot.
Hell, he seemed to have trouble standing. For some reason, Felix was feeling a bit testy. He just wanted to see his friend and this is his greeting? And that little skull-faced bug...
Ralph let go of the other cy-bug, but had to pin it down by its lower back when it tried pouncing again.
Cybug Ralph emits a strange grinding sound. "Ralph. Bad Guy. Wrecker. Cybug. Wreck-it. Monsters are what they eat." He went coo-coo, like Litwak's nana.
Ralph's lip twitched and he marched over to the other bug. "If that's so, then I think you better skedaddle pal!" His eyes flashed green-ish red. "Before someone gets hurt."
Ralph should be able to discern the cybug's head. It's pointy, but there are light blue metal plates sticking up like a cap's split bill. Glowing yellow markings run along the back of its head. It manages to force its right front limb out, magical gold with a hammerhead tip and a sleek brown plate covering the front.
<...OH!> He stopped squeezing the daylights out of Felix and held him out on his open palm. He looked Felix over, and the sight was just awful: one of his legs was missing, his bill plates were bent and/or chipped, and a chunk of his back was missing.
Ralph just chalked that up to the virus. He commented, feeling rather stupid. Renard was still determined to get at him, but upon reaching his arm, Ralph pushed the cybrid's head against his forearm and held him there.
Fix-It Nymph squealed when grabbed. He was not expecting the grab. The long thin legs fold in. It would had curled up like a pillbug if it wasn't for the fact that he in a big fist. The smaller cybrid chirps.
Ralph was about to crush him in his fist when it squeaked out a plea. <...What was that?> He held it closer, He hadn't heard what it said, but Renard looked ready to tear it a new one.
"NO! No... No Litwak. Player one. Player two. No."
Ralph immediately understood what he meant and it made his heart sink. "You lost your arcade..." suddenly the other's appearance didn't matter so much anymore. "I know the cy-bug programming makes us more destructive, but you didn't actually go out and wreck the whole arcade, did you?"