Feb 26, 2013
He looks at the cybug and shook his head. "Y-You wouldn't.."
He only grinned before letting go of Candy’s ankle.
He would. And he did.
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He looks at the cybug and shook his head. "Y-You wouldn't.."
He only grinned before letting go of Candy’s ankle.
He would. And he did.
"You are dithgusting." He said coldly. He hated feeling powerless. He was grabbed by his leg which hurt him, only for him to be tossed up and caught again. "Let me go, I order you to let me down!" He punches at Ralph.. well sadly attempts to. The cybug baby let out little cries, it's legs trying to stretch out.
“Ál̀ri̧gh͠t̢ t̵hen͏!” He held the king out and one of the two cy-bugs walked underneath, holding its mouth wide open. “Y͜o҉u̧ s͟ur̛e͘ ́a̸b̕o͏u͝t̴ th̀at?̢”
He disliked how Ralph was acting. Eat him up? The king couldn't do that and he didn't ever want to see the cybaby get hurt. "Wait.. bug chow? Let my cybug child be. He has nothing to do with this.." He was getting scared. If he was alone he would yell at Ralph but he had a cybaby to protect.
“Į ͡d̢i͏d҉n’͠t̵ ͡m͟ea̢n h̨ím, ͝ņu͝mbs̵k̶ųl͟l!” Ralph took the candibal by the leg and held him up to eye level. “Y̛ou ͜k͜now, ͜f͜o̸r͠ ́a k͝in͟g, ̡you͜ ͢a͟re͘n͡’t͜ ̷all͠ ͢that s̡m͜ar̛t͞.͢” He playfully tossed King Candy into the air, then caught him by his other leg between two fingers; now he was just toying with him.
He saw the angry cybugs. What was going on? Ralph wouldn't allow these cybugs in the game.. would he? Suddenly his collar was latched onto and was up in the air. The baby cybug was seperated and let out little distressing screeches. He was about to order them when Ralph came into view. He felt calm for only a moment when he called him exiled man eater. The cybaby looks at Ralph, still afraid. "I wanted to thee how you were doing and show you the little cybug baby."
“Oh, this little one?” He pointed to the baby being held by the cy-bug beside him. “Yeah, re͢al̡ ̡c̛ute,͞ ͡isn͟’t h͞e?͝” He had a nasty twitch accompanied by a hiss. “B̡e̸t ͡you͝ ̴c҉o̴ul̸d jus̡t͟ eat̷ ‘im͟ ͠u̕p͡, ͢hu͞h?” the wrecker said with a chuckle. “Not͟ th̶at he’̢s͞ ̸t́h͢e͢ one in̴ ͝da̸nge͏r ǫf͜ t҉u̸rǹi̕n’ to̷ ̧bug͞ c͝h͞o̢w.̛”
The king came to see Ralph again, wanting to see how he was doing. The little cybug baby hanging on his shoulder.
The pair were intercepted before they reached their destination by a pair of angry cy-bugs guarding a nearby tunnel. One latched onto the king’s lace collar and hoisted him up into the air, the other grabbing the cy-bug baby and holding it in its mandibles, chittering angrily. “Kreee!” Before the king could question what was happening, the wrecker in question circled into view; apparently he had been hiding in said tunnel. “Well well well,” He said, “What do we have here? An exiled man-eater and the little one he took from me so long ago! Tell me, what gave you the wise idea to return to my game, hmm?”
He just lays down on his back, petting the poor little cybug baby. His claws were dangerous but didn't hurt him. "Don't worry little one I won't eat you. You're to cute"
That didn’t comfort him any, he was still susceptible to death and other damage in the King’s hands. Ralph tried pushing his hands away, but with limited success.
The cybrid picks up the cybug baby and hugs it. "Thoo cute little thing you are. Ralph?" His sharp deadly bloody claws carefully scratch the little bug's belly gently.
He let out a high-pitched, panicky screech and tried getting away from the sharp claws and sharper teeth; okay, he definitely didn’t like this virus, and needed to be changed back now.
"I thee. Well I don't think I can lay at all. I doubt my cybug half ith female." He nuzzles the egg he kept safe. "Giga.. jutht that he was hurt it theemed and I thought he may have been attacked. Didn't look into it and mothtly theeing you like that amuthed me for no reathon. Talk to my mind not me about it." He looks at each egg. "Thay. If thome happen to be unhatchable or no one cometh to claim them. Can I eat them?"
Noyoucan'tit'smyhiveIwillnotletyoueatanyofthem "Here." He kicked an egg toward the king; it was orange with a pink plate here and there on its surface, but was rather faded and cold to the touch. "Only dud so far." He didn't like the feeling that was welling up in his chest from literally kicking and throwing the eggs around; it was concern based in the cy-bug half of his code, and he refused to give that part of him any satisfaction by playing take-backs.