A Story of Exhaustion and Bloodshed.

Flare was exploring around owner’s building again when he fell out the window. He let out a startled screech as it happened, but was luckily dropped onto a couple of garbage bags rather than concrete. He got up and shook his head, looking around with confusion. Where was… this wasn’t the same place! How did this happen?! He chirped anxiously, shuffling his feet. - @tiny-bomb-creature

Raincloud was doing what he rarely does, actually taking a break for once in his life. That's when he turned the corner and saw a bombhead? But that's a fucking baby. That's literally a child. Why is there a child here. Unbeknownst to himself, in his shock, raincloud had just been looking at flare so confusingly, that you think he'd never seen a bombhead before.

Flare squeaked when it saw them, eyes widening as it backed up a few steps. Was- was he friendly? “He-helloo?”

Okay, Older Sibling mode engaged. He took a small step forward, crouching down to be more level with the lad. "Hey there. Don't worry, I don't mean any harm... Are you alright?" Flare could clearly see the bags under the cloud's eyes. All in all, raincloud seemed... Tired. To be expected, really.

It peeped quietly, shuffling forwards and looking up at him with its big ol’ eyes. It was so tiny,,, “ye-ees. Fell from window.” It sniffled, wiping at its eyes. “D-don’t know where I am..” This cloud was nice like owner, maybe help?

#the exhausted ;; updike #blend in with the rest ;; ic #life or death ;; response #birds of a feather ;; other whitty

Oh my god, it was so small..! "Oh dear... I can help, i-if you'd like." He give a little reassuring smile to the lad.

Flare was exploring around owner’s building again when he fell out the window. He let out a startled screech as it happened, but was luckily dropped onto a couple of garbage bags rather than concrete. He got up and shook his head, looking around with confusion. Where was… this wasn’t the same place! How did this happen?! He chirped anxiously, shuffling his feet. - @tiny-bomb-creature

Raincloud was doing what he rarely does, actually taking a break for once in his life. That's when he turned the corner and saw a bombhead? But that's a fucking baby. That's literally a child. Why is there a child here. Unbeknownst to himself, in his shock, raincloud had just been looking at flare so confusingly, that you think he'd never seen a bombhead before.

Flare squeaked when it saw them, eyes widening as it backed up a few steps. Was- was he friendly? “He-helloo?”

#the exhausted ;; updike #blend in with the rest ;; ic #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #life or death ;; response #tiny bomb creature

Okay, Older Sibling mode engaged. He took a small step forward, crouching down to be more level with the lad. "Hey there. Don't worry, I don't mean any harm... Are you alright?" Flare could clearly see the bags under the cloud's eyes. All in all, raincloud seemed... Tired. To be expected, really.

Flare was exploring around owner’s building again when he fell out the window. He let out a startled screech as it happened, but was luckily dropped onto a couple of garbage bags rather than concrete. He got up and shook his head, looking around with confusion. Where was… this wasn’t the same place! How did this happen?! He chirped anxiously, shuffling his feet. - @tiny-bomb-creature

Raincloud was doing what he rarely does, actually taking a break for once in his life. That's when he turned the corner and saw a bombhead? But that's a fucking baby. That's literally a child. Why is there a child here. Unbeknownst to himself, in his shock, raincloud had just been looking at flare so confusingly, that you think he'd never seen a bombhead before.

#the exhausted ;; updike #blend in with the rest ;; ic #curiosity killed the cat ;; ask #inquisitive anomalies ;; anon #tiny bomb creature

( @spiteful-angels-and-demons )

Hazel do be wandering? Let’s just ignore my current m!a lmaoooo. Anyway she walkin and uh- alleyway

Sitting in the alley was none other than Blastzone, casually relaxing on a dumpster. His hoodie was casually tied around his waist, meaning he was shirtless. Not like, in a weird way??? Mans just wasn't wearing his hoodie. It's spaced out, so it hasn't noticed Hazel yet.

spited-universe

Huh.

'Big guy' That's not a weird thought at all, right? I mean the guy is fuckin huge so. S'not too weird. Maybe she should go the other way and not disturb this one. He seems spaced out atm and well.... feels kinda weird to just- talk to someone you don't know entirely unprovoked???

"nice body."

Wait- shit he didn't mean to say that out loud...

He blinked surprisedly, looking over to Hazel. Who the fuck- Oh. He looks around, looking for the body she was referring to. He blinked again, before looking back at her and wordlessly pointing at himself with an inquisitive expression.

spited-universe

They nod kinda awkwardly.

"Sorry. 1. That was a compliment. 2. Was supposed to be a thought."

A chuckle escapes him at that. Seems manning the phone for too long had their impulsive side pent up.

#the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #life or death ;; response #spiteful angels and demons

He snorts. "Thank you??? And it's okay. My dumb ass thought you were talkin' 'bout an actual, like, dead body."

( @spiteful-angels-and-demons )

Hazel do be wandering? Let’s just ignore my current m!a lmaoooo. Anyway she walkin and uh- alleyway

Sitting in the alley was none other than Blastzone, casually relaxing on a dumpster. His hoodie was casually tied around his waist, meaning he was shirtless. Not like, in a weird way??? Mans just wasn't wearing his hoodie. It's spaced out, so it hasn't noticed Hazel yet.

spited-universe

Huh.

'Big guy' That's not a weird thought at all, right? I mean the guy is fuckin huge so. S'not too weird. Maybe she should go the other way and not disturb this one. He seems spaced out atm and well.... feels kinda weird to just- talk to someone you don't know entirely unprovoked???

"nice body."

Wait- shit he didn't mean to say that out loud...

#hazel: nice body #blastzone: wheres the body #the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #life or death ;; response #spiteful angels and demons

He blinked surprisedly, looking over to Hazel. Who the fuck- Oh. He looks around, looking for the body she was referring to. He blinked again, before looking back at her and wordlessly pointing at himself with an inquisitive expression.

Something, or someone, seemed to be watching Raincloud from the shadows curiously. -@scribbled-cloud

The cloud was navigating the city's alleyways, exhausted. It was one of those days where that bomb seemed to completely evade him. It filled him with so much dread and worry and- Before he could start spiralling, though, he felt as though he was being watched. Raincloud looked around, holding firmly onto the gun in his hand. "..."

#the exhausted ;; updike #blend in with the rest ;; ic #shared burden ;; other updike #curiosity killed the cat ;; ask #inquisitive anomalies ;; anon #scribbled cloud

( @spiteful-angels-and-demons )

Hazel do be wandering? Let’s just ignore my current m!a lmaoooo. Anyway she walkin and uh- alleyway

Sitting in the alley was none other than Blastzone, casually relaxing on a dumpster. His hoodie was casually tied around his waist, meaning he was shirtless. Not like, in a weird way??? Mans just wasn't wearing his hoodie. It's spaced out, so it hasn't noticed Hazel yet.

#HEY BESTIEEEE #BETCHA NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET THIS ONE DONE DID YA #the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #spiteful angels and demons #curiosity killed the cat ;; ask #inquisitive anomalies ;; anon

Delegate looked around, squinting at the bright ball in the sky... Wait- the scriptures mentioned this, right? The sun.

He went outside the compound before, once, just to get away from stress, but that was at night. He never seen the sun before. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t control it, but God and his creations are uncontrollable, so that made sense.

Hearing footsteps it turned, seeing a shadow... A large shadow.

“H-hello?”

@religious-and-lost

The shadow was no-one else but Blastzone, with a blood covered baseball bat. upon seeing Delegate, he stepped back, seeming quite relaxed, in contrast to the other. "Well well well, anotha bombhead. What'cha up to?"

religious-and-lost

Delegate blinked, his eyes going towards the bloodied baseball bat. His creators said that an angel of death shouldn't use a weapon.

The other seemed older than him. “Uh hi... I don’t k-know where I am... Its so b-bright and noisy...”

#the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #life or death ;; response #religious and lost

Another kid? Why were so many of the bombheads he had met so far young compared to him? He tilted his head. "Welcome to the city. Guessin yer new 'round here." Blastzone rested the bat on his own shoulder.

Blastzone could hear a soft peeping from a small alleyway somewhere behind him. - @tiny-bomb-creature

Normally, Blastzone wouldn't notice such a small noise, but ghis time he did. He sniffed the air and... Yup, the scent of another bombhead. "...wadda hell-" he followed the smell, looking for the fellow bombhead.

"We ain't worth less than 'em. We're sentient, just as smart as them, and we don't deserve to be treated like pets, no matter what they say." He paused, petting Flare on the head. "No, we're better than 'em. We're stronger, faster, an' made ta kill." He smirked, confidence and pride practically radiating off of him. "Humans think they're stronger than everythin' else. 'ell, I wouldn't judge ya for thinking that they are. But they're not. No matter what they say, we'll always be at tha top a th'food chain." Blastzone stood up, still holding Flare. "The only reason why ya might be weak now is because yer a kid. Once y'get bigger, I bet you'll be able ta cause just as much damage as I can. And nobody'll be able t'stop ya. just like how they can't stop me."

It- it was true, he had been made to be big and scary and dangerous, but-! “C-can’t!” He wailed. “Am def-de-de-fect-ive! Not strong, weak! Even if big! Is why- wh-why-” It started shaking, tears pooling in its eyes. “Why they sold m-me.” It’s voice was wobbly, its little sniffles and hiccups making it seem much more fragile. “P-people s-scary… Put in small spaces and hurt lots- d-don’t want to be in box!” It curled up against him, his earlier words almost completely forgotten as it whimpered in fear at the memories.

It's eyes widened in surprise. It had never seen a bombhead so fragile before. It should just abandon it, it's not fit for survival. Blastzone pushed those thoughts out of It's head, feeling guilty for even having them. Instead, It just sat down, cradling Flare gently in it's arms. And then Blastzone just stayed there for a little bit, unsure of what to do or say. "I... I- er- uh..." It went quiet again, still trying to sort out its words. "Look, humans're wrong about a lotta things. Who's t'say they ain't wrong about you being defective? Maybe you just haven't found the way you prefer to fight yet...?" Blastzone looked... Hesitant. It was afraid to say the wrong thing at the wrong time now. "B-but, either way, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt'cha." They were... related, in some sense, right? He didn't know much about how family worked, but it seems like a pretty dick move to abandon your own kin because they weren't strong. He'd seen humans do that a lotta times during his attacks, and humans were wrong about most things.

“But.. did test..” It shuddered, curling up further and squeezing its eyes shut for a moment. Bad bad bad- It whimpered, burying itself in his clothes. “P-protect..” It let out a small purr at that. Friend was nice, friend would help! Wouldn’t give it to someone else or leave it in a box.. “N-no boxes?” It didn’t like boxes. They were dark and scary and it was always in them for so long-

"Well, maybe tha test was wrong. I could teach ya how ta fight, if you wanted." As Flare nuzzled into him, Blastzone simply unzipped his hoodie slightly, before holding Flare inside it. Underneath the Hoodie, he had a white, surprisingly undamaged t-shirt was actually quite soft. He sighed at His the kid's next question. "No, kid. 'm not going to put'cha in a fuckin' box." He stated it as if it were obvious. I mean, it should have been, and the fact that it wasn't made Blastzone even more concerned.

It chirred softly, contemplating for a moment before shaking its head. “People scary, not want to fight..” It just wanted to be good and not get hurt. And it was doing ok at that! At least, owner had said so. He started to purr softly as they put him in their jacket, curling up and soaking in the heat. It let out a happy chirp. No boxes! Friend was really nice, kind of like owner! Owner didn’t pit it in boxes or hurt it either, and neither of them smelled like the bottles its old owner always had.

"I neva really saw 'em as scary. They run and start screamin' at the sight a' me." He looked to the side, holding the other gently. "...I suppose that ain't the case for every bomb, though." He smiled as the other curled up, petting it gently on the head. It was just so... small. Blastzone could only remember being that small right when he was first made.

It nodded. “am small..” and nuzzled into him, making tiny little peeps. He wondered what it was like to be so big. Would people be less scary? Would he be stronger? …..But he wasn’t big, he wasn’t strong, and humans were still very scary. It chirred softly, yawning and burrowing into the soft warm space.

"An' there ain't nothin' wrong wit that. Yer still a person, in my books." As the other yawned, he tilted his head. "Ya gettin' tired, little guy?" Didn't kids need more sleep than adults?? Blastzone was pretty sure they did. He never really knew why, though.

“Mrrr..!” Friend was weird, thinking weird things. Weird, but nice.

It yawned again and nodded, peeping sleepily.

"Then you get some rest, kid." Looking down at the kid curled up in his hoodie, Blastzone thought on the strange feeling he had gotten... He wanted to protect this one, more than anything else right now. The idea of it being hurt... scared him, filled him with dread, anger, fear, sadness... This was an interesting little bombhead, that's for sure.

It yawned one more time and went to sleep, purring softly as if did.

#the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #life or death ;; response #tiny bomb creature

Blastzone stood up slowly as they fell asleep, making sure the little one was secure before walking off to his place.

Blastzone could hear a soft peeping from a small alleyway somewhere behind him. - @tiny-bomb-creature

Normally, Blastzone wouldn't notice such a small noise, but ghis time he did. He sniffed the air and... Yup, the scent of another bombhead. "...wadda hell-" he followed the smell, looking for the fellow bombhead.

"We ain't worth less than 'em. We're sentient, just as smart as them, and we don't deserve to be treated like pets, no matter what they say." He paused, petting Flare on the head. "No, we're better than 'em. We're stronger, faster, an' made ta kill." He smirked, confidence and pride practically radiating off of him. "Humans think they're stronger than everythin' else. 'ell, I wouldn't judge ya for thinking that they are. But they're not. No matter what they say, we'll always be at tha top a th'food chain." Blastzone stood up, still holding Flare. "The only reason why ya might be weak now is because yer a kid. Once y'get bigger, I bet you'll be able ta cause just as much damage as I can. And nobody'll be able t'stop ya. just like how they can't stop me."

It- it was true, he had been made to be big and scary and dangerous, but-! “C-can’t!” He wailed. “Am def-de-de-fect-ive! Not strong, weak! Even if big! Is why- wh-why-” It started shaking, tears pooling in its eyes. “Why they sold m-me.” It’s voice was wobbly, its little sniffles and hiccups making it seem much more fragile. “P-people s-scary… Put in small spaces and hurt lots- d-don’t want to be in box!” It curled up against him, his earlier words almost completely forgotten as it whimpered in fear at the memories.

It's eyes widened in surprise. It had never seen a bombhead so fragile before. It should just abandon it, it's not fit for survival. Blastzone pushed those thoughts out of It's head, feeling guilty for even having them. Instead, It just sat down, cradling Flare gently in it's arms. And then Blastzone just stayed there for a little bit, unsure of what to do or say. "I... I- er- uh..." It went quiet again, still trying to sort out its words. "Look, humans're wrong about a lotta things. Who's t'say they ain't wrong about you being defective? Maybe you just haven't found the way you prefer to fight yet...?" Blastzone looked... Hesitant. It was afraid to say the wrong thing at the wrong time now. "B-but, either way, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt'cha." They were... related, in some sense, right? He didn't know much about how family worked, but it seems like a pretty dick move to abandon your own kin because they weren't strong. He'd seen humans do that a lotta times during his attacks, and humans were wrong about most things.

“But.. did test..” It shuddered, curling up further and squeezing its eyes shut for a moment. Bad bad bad- It whimpered, burying itself in his clothes. “P-protect..” It let out a small purr at that. Friend was nice, friend would help! Wouldn’t give it to someone else or leave it in a box.. “N-no boxes?” It didn’t like boxes. They were dark and scary and it was always in them for so long-

"Well, maybe tha test was wrong. I could teach ya how ta fight, if you wanted." As Flare nuzzled into him, Blastzone simply unzipped his hoodie slightly, before holding Flare inside it. Underneath the Hoodie, he had a white, surprisingly undamaged t-shirt was actually quite soft. He sighed at His the kid's next question. "No, kid. 'm not going to put'cha in a fuckin' box." He stated it as if it were obvious. I mean, it should have been, and the fact that it wasn't made Blastzone even more concerned.

It chirred softly, contemplating for a moment before shaking its head. “People scary, not want to fight..” It just wanted to be good and not get hurt. And it was doing ok at that! At least, owner had said so. He started to purr softly as they put him in their jacket, curling up and soaking in the heat. It let out a happy chirp. No boxes! Friend was really nice, kind of like owner! Owner didn’t pit it in boxes or hurt it either, and neither of them smelled like the bottles its old owner always had.

"I neva really saw 'em as scary. They run and start screamin' at the sight a' me." He looked to the side, holding the other gently. "...I suppose that ain't the case for every bomb, though." He smiled as the other curled up, petting it gently on the head. It was just so... small. Blastzone could only remember being that small right when he was first made.

It nodded. “am small..” and nuzzled into him, making tiny little peeps. He wondered what it was like to be so big. Would people be less scary? Would he be stronger? …..But he wasn’t big, he wasn’t strong, and humans were still very scary. It chirred softly, yawning and burrowing into the soft warm space.

"An' there ain't nothin' wrong wit that. Yer still a person, in my books." As the other yawned, he tilted his head. "Ya gettin' tired, little guy?" Didn't kids need more sleep than adults?? Blastzone was pretty sure they did. He never really knew why, though.

“Mrrr..!” Friend was weird, thinking weird things. Weird, but nice.

It yawned again and nodded, peeping sleepily.

#the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #life or death ;; response #tiny bomb creature

"Then you get some rest, kid." Looking down at the kid curled up in his hoodie, Blastzone thought on the strange feeling he had gotten... He wanted to protect this one, more than anything else right now. The idea of it being hurt... scared him, filled him with dread, anger, fear, sadness... This was an interesting little bombhead, that's for sure.

Blastzone could hear a soft peeping from a small alleyway somewhere behind him. - @tiny-bomb-creature

Normally, Blastzone wouldn't notice such a small noise, but ghis time he did. He sniffed the air and... Yup, the scent of another bombhead. "...wadda hell-" he followed the smell, looking for the fellow bombhead.

"We ain't worth less than 'em. We're sentient, just as smart as them, and we don't deserve to be treated like pets, no matter what they say." He paused, petting Flare on the head. "No, we're better than 'em. We're stronger, faster, an' made ta kill." He smirked, confidence and pride practically radiating off of him. "Humans think they're stronger than everythin' else. 'ell, I wouldn't judge ya for thinking that they are. But they're not. No matter what they say, we'll always be at tha top a th'food chain." Blastzone stood up, still holding Flare. "The only reason why ya might be weak now is because yer a kid. Once y'get bigger, I bet you'll be able ta cause just as much damage as I can. And nobody'll be able t'stop ya. just like how they can't stop me."

It- it was true, he had been made to be big and scary and dangerous, but-! “C-can’t!” He wailed. “Am def-de-de-fect-ive! Not strong, weak! Even if big! Is why- wh-why-” It started shaking, tears pooling in its eyes. “Why they sold m-me.” It’s voice was wobbly, its little sniffles and hiccups making it seem much more fragile. “P-people s-scary… Put in small spaces and hurt lots- d-don’t want to be in box!” It curled up against him, his earlier words almost completely forgotten as it whimpered in fear at the memories.

It's eyes widened in surprise. It had never seen a bombhead so fragile before. It should just abandon it, it's not fit for survival. Blastzone pushed those thoughts out of It's head, feeling guilty for even having them. Instead, It just sat down, cradling Flare gently in it's arms. And then Blastzone just stayed there for a little bit, unsure of what to do or say. "I... I- er- uh..." It went quiet again, still trying to sort out its words. "Look, humans're wrong about a lotta things. Who's t'say they ain't wrong about you being defective? Maybe you just haven't found the way you prefer to fight yet...?" Blastzone looked... Hesitant. It was afraid to say the wrong thing at the wrong time now. "B-but, either way, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt'cha." They were... related, in some sense, right? He didn't know much about how family worked, but it seems like a pretty dick move to abandon your own kin because they weren't strong. He'd seen humans do that a lotta times during his attacks, and humans were wrong about most things.

“But.. did test..” It shuddered, curling up further and squeezing its eyes shut for a moment. Bad bad bad- It whimpered, burying itself in his clothes. “P-protect..” It let out a small purr at that. Friend was nice, friend would help! Wouldn’t give it to someone else or leave it in a box.. “N-no boxes?” It didn’t like boxes. They were dark and scary and it was always in them for so long-

"Well, maybe tha test was wrong. I could teach ya how ta fight, if you wanted." As Flare nuzzled into him, Blastzone simply unzipped his hoodie slightly, before holding Flare inside it. Underneath the Hoodie, he had a white, surprisingly undamaged t-shirt was actually quite soft. He sighed at His the kid's next question. "No, kid. 'm not going to put'cha in a fuckin' box." He stated it as if it were obvious. I mean, it should have been, and the fact that it wasn't made Blastzone even more concerned.

It chirred softly, contemplating for a moment before shaking its head. “People scary, not want to fight..” It just wanted to be good and not get hurt. And it was doing ok at that! At least, owner had said so. He started to purr softly as they put him in their jacket, curling up and soaking in the heat. It let out a happy chirp. No boxes! Friend was really nice, kind of like owner! Owner didn’t pit it in boxes or hurt it either, and neither of them smelled like the bottles its old owner always had.

"I neva really saw 'em as scary. They run and start screamin' at the sight a' me." He looked to the side, holding the other gently. "...I suppose that ain't the case for every bomb, though." He smiled as the other curled up, petting it gently on the head. It was just so... small. Blastzone could only remember being that small right when he was first made.

It nodded. “am small..” and nuzzled into him, making tiny little peeps. He wondered what it was like to be so big. Would people be less scary? Would he be stronger? …..But he wasn’t big, he wasn’t strong, and humans were still very scary. It chirred softly, yawning and burrowing into the soft warm space.

#the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #life or death ;; response #tiny bomb creature

"An' there ain't nothin' wrong wit that. Yer still a person, in my books." As the other yawned, he tilted his head. "Ya gettin' tired, little guy?" Didn't kids need more sleep than adults?? Blastzone was pretty sure they did. He never really knew why, though.

Blastzone could hear a soft peeping from a small alleyway somewhere behind him. - @tiny-bomb-creature

Normally, Blastzone wouldn't notice such a small noise, but ghis time he did. He sniffed the air and... Yup, the scent of another bombhead. "...wadda hell-" he followed the smell, looking for the fellow bombhead.

"We ain't worth less than 'em. We're sentient, just as smart as them, and we don't deserve to be treated like pets, no matter what they say." He paused, petting Flare on the head. "No, we're better than 'em. We're stronger, faster, an' made ta kill." He smirked, confidence and pride practically radiating off of him. "Humans think they're stronger than everythin' else. 'ell, I wouldn't judge ya for thinking that they are. But they're not. No matter what they say, we'll always be at tha top a th'food chain." Blastzone stood up, still holding Flare. "The only reason why ya might be weak now is because yer a kid. Once y'get bigger, I bet you'll be able ta cause just as much damage as I can. And nobody'll be able t'stop ya. just like how they can't stop me."

It- it was true, he had been made to be big and scary and dangerous, but-! “C-can’t!” He wailed. “Am def-de-de-fect-ive! Not strong, weak! Even if big! Is why- wh-why-” It started shaking, tears pooling in its eyes. “Why they sold m-me.” It’s voice was wobbly, its little sniffles and hiccups making it seem much more fragile. “P-people s-scary… Put in small spaces and hurt lots- d-don’t want to be in box!” It curled up against him, his earlier words almost completely forgotten as it whimpered in fear at the memories.

It's eyes widened in surprise. It had never seen a bombhead so fragile before. It should just abandon it, it's not fit for survival. Blastzone pushed those thoughts out of It's head, feeling guilty for even having them. Instead, It just sat down, cradling Flare gently in it's arms. And then Blastzone just stayed there for a little bit, unsure of what to do or say. "I... I- er- uh..." It went quiet again, still trying to sort out its words. "Look, humans're wrong about a lotta things. Who's t'say they ain't wrong about you being defective? Maybe you just haven't found the way you prefer to fight yet...?" Blastzone looked... Hesitant. It was afraid to say the wrong thing at the wrong time now. "B-but, either way, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt'cha." They were... related, in some sense, right? He didn't know much about how family worked, but it seems like a pretty dick move to abandon your own kin because they weren't strong. He'd seen humans do that a lotta times during his attacks, and humans were wrong about most things.

“But.. did test..” It shuddered, curling up further and squeezing its eyes shut for a moment. Bad bad bad- It whimpered, burying itself in his clothes. “P-protect..” It let out a small purr at that. Friend was nice, friend would help! Wouldn’t give it to someone else or leave it in a box.. “N-no boxes?” It didn’t like boxes. They were dark and scary and it was always in them for so long-

"Well, maybe tha test was wrong. I could teach ya how ta fight, if you wanted." As Flare nuzzled into him, Blastzone simply unzipped his hoodie slightly, before holding Flare inside it. Underneath the Hoodie, he had a white, surprisingly undamaged t-shirt was actually quite soft. He sighed at His the kid's next question. "No, kid. 'm not going to put'cha in a fuckin' box." He stated it as if it were obvious. I mean, it should have been, and the fact that it wasn't made Blastzone even more concerned.

It chirred softly, contemplating for a moment before shaking its head. “People scary, not want to fight..” It just wanted to be good and not get hurt. And it was doing ok at that! At least, owner had said so. He started to purr softly as they put him in their jacket, curling up and soaking in the heat. It let out a happy chirp. No boxes! Friend was really nice, kind of like owner! Owner didn’t pit it in boxes or hurt it either, and neither of them smelled like the bottles its old owner always had.

#the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #life or death ;; response #tiny bomb creature

"I neva really saw 'em as scary. They run and start screamin' at the sight a' me." He looked to the side, holding the other gently. "...I suppose that ain't the case for every bomb, though." He smiled as the other curled up, petting it gently on the head. It was just so... small. Blastzone could only remember being that small right when he was first made.

Delegate looked around, squinting at the bright ball in the sky... Wait- the scriptures mentioned this, right? The sun.

He went outside the compound before, once, just to get away from stress, but that was at night. He never seen the sun before. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t control it, but God and his creations are uncontrollable, so that made sense.

Hearing footsteps it turned, seeing a shadow... A large shadow.

“H-hello?”

@religious-and-lost

The shadow was no-one else but Blastzone, with a blood covered baseball bat. upon seeing Delegate, he stepped back, seeming quite relaxed, in contrast to the other. "Well well well, anotha bombhead. What'cha up to?"

#the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #curiosity killed the cat ;; ask #inquisitive anomalies ;; anon #religious and lost

Blastzone was standing in an alleway, having killed 4-5 TGG employees. The alleyway walls and ground was burnt and bloodied just as much as the bodies. "Pfft- heh heh, this neva gets old! Fuckin' TGG mutts think they stand a chance, but they neva do." Bomb seemed to just be thinking out loud, pocketing a miraculously undamaged gun from one of the bodies. After that, bomb just walked off.

-@tired-cloud-sadistic-bomb

Updike let out a sigh of relief, darting away and disappearing. He was lucky to have made it out...meanwhile, someone else just so happened to have seen the murder, his intrest had been piqued and now? Whitty wanted to see just what else this other bombhead could do. Quietly, he let himself down from the rooftop he'd been on, watching with great interest.

He grinned a bit, but quickly noticed he wasn't alone. His smile faded. "'Ey, don' think I dunno yer here. C'mon out a'ready." It looked around, Twirling it's baseball bat.

"Aight aight. I'll drop the silence I guess." Whitty stepped out from his hiding spot "Another bombhead ey? Thought I was the only one."

Blastzone turned to face the other bombhead, bomb's smile returning once bomb realized who, or what, rather, this other person was. "Yeah, I though' tha' too, 'til a few days ago. 'parently there're a ton 'f us." Bomb rested bomb's baseball bat on bomb's shoulder. "Met one th'other day an' caused a whole ass slaughter with 'is help. Real fun guy, that one."

"Woooah!! Really?! That's fuckin awesome!! I wanna do crime too!!" Now he was bouncing slightly, a look of sheer excitement in his eyes

"Well then, wha' kinn'a shit can y'do?" Blastzone had found out other Bombheads could have slightly different abilities thanks to Jet, so it would be good to find out what the kid could do.

"uhhh..i can light my entire body on fire, use my head as a grenade, climb walls like it's nothin, I can kinda float/levitate/fly, OH! and when I get all mad I have this real funky thing I do, similar to what I've seen in the files Updick dropped that had a thing called 'going ballistic' but...different. Dunno how ta describe it."

"Daamn, kid, yer packin' some fire!" He laughed nigh-maniacally. This was gonna be fun. "Y'wanna go kill s'more'a those TGG mutts?"

"Ha! Yer damn right I am!" He grinned "oh hell yeah I do!"

#the sadist ;; whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #life or death ;; response #arrogant runaway

He pat the other on the head, matching the other's grin with his own. "Well, what're we waiting for? Let's get goin'!"

Blastzone was standing in an alleway, having killed 4-5 TGG employees. The alleyway walls and ground was burnt and bloodied just as much as the bodies. "Pfft- heh heh, this neva gets old! Fuckin' TGG mutts think they stand a chance, but they neva do." Bomb seemed to just be thinking out loud, pocketing a miraculously undamaged gun from one of the bodies. After that, bomb just walked off.

-@tired-cloud-sadistic-bomb

Updike let out a sigh of relief, darting away and disappearing. He was lucky to have made it out...meanwhile, someone else just so happened to have seen the murder, his intrest had been piqued and now? Whitty wanted to see just what else this other bombhead could do. Quietly, he let himself down from the rooftop he'd been on, watching with great interest.

He grinned a bit, but quickly noticed he wasn't alone. His smile faded. "'Ey, don' think I dunno yer here. C'mon out a'ready." It looked around, Twirling it's baseball bat.

"Aight aight. I'll drop the silence I guess." Whitty stepped out from his hiding spot "Another bombhead ey? Thought I was the only one."

Blastzone turned to face the other bombhead, bomb's smile returning once bomb realized who, or what, rather, this other person was. "Yeah, I though' tha' too, 'til a few days ago. 'parently there're a ton 'f us." Bomb rested bomb's baseball bat on bomb's shoulder. "Met one th'other day an' caused a whole ass slaughter with 'is help. Real fun guy, that one."

"Woooah!! Really?! That's fuckin awesome!! I wanna do crime too!!" Now he was bouncing slightly, a look of sheer excitement in his eyes

"Well then, wha' kinn'a shit can y'do?" Blastzone had found out other Bombheads could have slightly different abilities thanks to Jet, so it would be good to find out what the kid could do.

"uhhh..i can light my entire body on fire, use my head as a grenade, climb walls like it's nothin, I can kinda float/levitate/fly, OH! and when I get all mad I have this real funky thing I do, similar to what I've seen in the files Updick dropped that had a thing called 'going ballistic' but...different. Dunno how ta describe it."

#the sadist ;; whitty #birds of a feather ;; other whitty #blend in with the rest ;; ic #life or death ;; response #arrogant runaway

"Daamn, kid, yer packin' some fire!" He laughed nigh-maniacally. This was gonna be fun. "Y'wanna go kill s'more'a those TGG mutts?"

Blastzone could hear a soft peeping from a small alleyway somewhere behind him. - @tiny-bomb-creature

Normally, Blastzone wouldn't notice such a small noise, but ghis time he did. He sniffed the air and... Yup, the scent of another bombhead. "...wadda hell-" he followed the smell, looking for the fellow bombhead.

"We ain't worth less than 'em. We're sentient, just as smart as them, and we don't deserve to be treated like pets, no matter what they say." He paused, petting Flare on the head. "No, we're better than 'em. We're stronger, faster, an' made ta kill." He smirked, confidence and pride practically radiating off of him. "Humans think they're stronger than everythin' else. 'ell, I wouldn't judge ya for thinking that they are. But they're not. No matter what they say, we'll always be at tha top a th'food chain." Blastzone stood up, still holding Flare. "The only reason why ya might be weak now is because yer a kid. Once y'get bigger, I bet you'll be able ta cause just as much damage as I can. And nobody'll be able t'stop ya. just like how they can't stop me."

It- it was true, he had been made to be big and scary and dangerous, but-! “C-can’t!” He wailed. “Am def-de-de-fect-ive! Not strong, weak! Even if big! Is why- wh-why-” It started shaking, tears pooling in its eyes. “Why they sold m-me.” It’s voice was wobbly, its little sniffles and hiccups making it seem much more fragile. “P-people s-scary… Put in small spaces and hurt lots- d-don’t want to be in box!” It curled up against him, his earlier words almost completely forgotten as it whimpered in fear at the memories.

It's eyes widened in surprise. It had never seen a bombhead so fragile before. It should just abandon it, it's not fit for survival. Blastzone pushed those thoughts out of It's head, feeling guilty for even having them. Instead, It just sat down, cradling Flare gently in it's arms. And then Blastzone just stayed there for a little bit, unsure of what to do or say. "I... I- er- uh..." It went quiet again, still trying to sort out its words. "Look, humans're wrong about a lotta things. Who's t'say they ain't wrong about you being defective? Maybe you just haven't found the way you prefer to fight yet...?" Blastzone looked... Hesitant. It was afraid to say the wrong thing at the wrong time now. "B-but, either way, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt'cha." They were... related, in some sense, right? He didn't know much about how family worked, but it seems like a pretty dick move to abandon your own kin because they weren't strong. He'd seen humans do that a lotta times during his attacks, and humans were wrong about most things.

“But.. did test..” It shuddered, curling up further and squeezing its eyes shut for a moment. Bad bad bad- It whimpered, burying itself in his clothes. “P-protect..” It let out a small purr at that. Friend was nice, friend would help! Wouldn’t give it to someone else or leave it in a box.. “N-no boxes?” It didn’t like boxes. They were dark and scary and it was always in them for so long-