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"Hhhh d-don't be angry Mister, erm..why not sit down and have some tea Hhhhh?"
[The man you are attempting to address has long since stormed off. You do, however, notice a considerably smaller, bright orange figure watching the giant stomp back towards the factory.]
“..What’s got him actin’ all squirrely alluva sudden..?”
Can we talk to Mr. Lorax?
YEAH, SURE! Why not!! The guy’s already loved by everybody in my game, why not let him outshine me on my own blog, too!! Whatever, you want to talk to him? It’s all his!! I’m outta here.
Are there items in the games? Bonus and stuff?
Sometimes the trees drop fruit. The Lorax can potentially clear a level if he gets to it before I do, otherwise I stomp on it.
Does this mean I get to see where you live?
[Andrew doesn’t oppose being scooped up, and even giggles this time when Greed lifts him in massive hands to gently place him back on his shoulder.]
[Greed laughs as he hauls Andrew onto his shoulder-- a real laugh, not weighed down by bitterness and self-loathing-- and heads back in the direction of the factory.]
See it? Kid, you’re going to live in it. So you better not be disappointed.
[Through teary eyes and wiping his nose on his sleeve, Andrew smiles, showing off one missing tooth as he reaches up to hold Greed’s hand tight with both hands.]
Alright. Until we find my momma and daddy, okay? I’ll stay with you, and we can have a picnic together too!
...
[At least the kid isn’t crying anymore.]
..Sure thing, squirt. Whatever you want.
[There’s another loud, snot-filled sniffle before Andrew’s looking up at Greed with the most pitiful, tearful eyes ever seen on a child’s face before. Andrew has the kicked-puppy look down pat.]
Y-You’d let me stay with you? Really?
[Man, this kid goes straight for the killer. Greed gets down on one kneed and reaches out a massive hand to ruffle Andrew’s hair.]
Well, you don’t have anywhere else to go, right? And.. this is mostly my fault, but the townsfolk probably won’t want to associate with you because of me. I’m.. the bad guy of this game. Surprise.
So.. yeah. I’d let you stay with me.
[’Stop crying’ says the video game villain to the scared human kid. What a riot.]
[Andrew scrubs at his wet cheeks with both hands balled into fists, sniffling loudly and trying to do as Greed says, but it’s hard. He’s only five years old, he’s lost, and apparently his own house is abandoned! And beyond all that, somehow he ended up in a video game world?!]
I…I… [Sniffle] I’m scared, Mister. [Loud, snotty sniffle.] I don’t have nowhere to go now. I don’t know where momma and daddy are. I’m gonna hafta live on the street with the bugs and the mouses!
[There’s snot running down the kid’s face. Gross.]
Look, kid, I wish I could help y--
[Greed paused. Couldn’t he help him? He could.. right?]
Uh.. hey, listen. I’m sorry about your situation. It.. it sucks, I’m not gonna lie to ya. But, uh.. well, it’s not much, but why not.. stay at my place? Until we figure things out, at least. It’s no Ritz, but probably better than sleeping with bugs and mice. Right?
[For the first time, Andrew notices the stark difference between this world and his own world back home. Not only is there an invisible barrier between the areas, but even some of the scenery looks downright pixelated. Why didn’t he notice before?]
[Andrew’s scared. More scared than he’s ever been in his life, and tears well up in his eyes before dribbling down his cheeks. He puts his face in his little hands and sobs, big fat tears.]
I-I-I’m scared! I want my m-momma! I want my daddy!
Er--
[Oh, great. Now he’s done it. Greed doesn’t know how to deal with kids, much less a kid who’s bawling their eyes out.]
Are-- are you-- uh.
Sss.. stop that. Stop cryin’, kid.
I… I think you’re confused. Mister Greed.
[In a video game? What the–? How?! Mister Greed must be playing a trick on him, right?]
I’m a human. Not a video game person.
[Greed frowns, bearing his razor teeth at Andrew.]
Kid, if we ain’t in a video game, how do you explain my height, huh? People don’t get as tall as me. They don’t grow up to be monsters.
[The so-called ‘monster’ points to the sky-- at the divide separating the healthy side of the valley from the smoggy, polluted side.]
And what about that, huh? I can tell you right now that that’s not natural, squirt.
A game…glitch?
[What is Mister Greed talking about?]
What do you mean? I’m not a glitch. I’m a boy.
[Greed gently plucks the kid off his shoulder and sets him down on the porch, his expression gloomy.]
You’re in a video game, kid. It’s not for certain, but I’m almost positive that’s what you are; You have memories of things that don’t exist in the game. It’s just.. undeveloped or scrapped code that the programmers didn’t feel like deleting.
[He places a large hand on Andrew’s small shoulder in an attempt to console him.]
I’m sorry.
[What these people don’t seem to realize is that Andrew can hear everything they’re saying. The townspeople aren’t talking very quietly, as if they WANT Greed to hear everything. He frowns at one particular group of old biddies, and when one of them meets his eyes, he shakes his head, clinging to Greed’s hair a bit tighter.]
None of these people are very nice, Mister Greed. Why don’t you tell them to stop being so mean to you?
[Greed doesn’t reply, which puzzles Andrew. Why isn’t Mister Greed standing up for himself?]
[They amble down a few more streets with Andrew’s direction, but when they get to his street, to his house, Andrew stiffens, clutching Greed’s hair tight in his little hands.]
Mister Greed, this isn’t my house. I mean. It is. But it’s not.
[It LOOKS like his house, but it’s definitely not his house. For one thing, the front porch is all wrong. Momma just put pumpkins and pretty fall decorations out for Halloween, but this porch is barren. The lights are off. And the entire house just looks…eerie.]
This isn’t my home, Mister Greed.
[Greed’s frown deepens. His suspicions about this kid were beginning to pile up.]
Kid.. This house is abandoned. Nobody’s ever lived here, see?
[He nudges the door open with a hand, revealing the house’s completely empty interior. There was no furniture-- nothing. Just empty rooms. He takes off his hat, scratching his hair with a heavy sigh before putting it back on.]
This might be a little difficult to wrap your head around, but.. I think you’re a game glitch, kid.
[Maybe.]
[Golly gee, Mister Greed sure does have a loud voice! Andrew uncovers his ears with a nervous little giggle, and glances around at all of the people staring at them. Not one of them look like anyone he recognizes. He reaches down to tug at a lock of Greed’s hair.]
Mister Greed, maybe we should walk toward my house. I think I know the way.
[The giant grunts in agreement.]
Alright, kiddo. Lead the way.
[After being given a general direction, Greed begins to amble down the center of the main street, the townsfolk huddling on the sidewalks, whispering to each other in groups.]
‘What’s he doing here?’
‘Who’s that boy?’
‘I wish he’d just leave us alone already, he’s a walking disaster area!’
These jokers like you said are part of a new game named EVIL SQUAD it's really "hip" right now
Okay, great. I don’t want any part of it.
Bad-Anon : Where everyone look pissed-off
When I saw a Wreckit-ler I immediatly thought of the Evil Squad + the “bad guy”. I’m not the only one right? Right?? OkayI’mtheonlyone
Well it made me practice with photoshop and I had a lot of fun doing this
The pictures I used under the cut
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CHOCOLATE
I hate chocolate.
Hmm.
[It does, and it doesn’t. There’s the town, but it looks different. It doesn’t have the same homey feel that the town usually does. They lumber on into town, and Andrew notices the way the townspeople scuttle aside, looking quite scared and miffed.]
It doesn’t, really. Why do they look so angry?
[Greed makes a point to ignore the angry glares being shot in his direction.]
I told you. I’m not a very popular guy. Cover your ears.
[As soon as the kid does as he’s told, the wrecker takes a deep breath, his barrel chest expanding impressively, opens his mouth, and bellows. Loudly.]
ALRIGHT, I’M HERE TO RETURN A LOST KID, SO Y’ALL CAN QUIT GIVIN’ ME THE STINK EYE. AS SOON AS HIS PARENTS COME PICK HIM UP, I’LL BE OUT OF YOUR HAIR, CAPISCE? HIS NAME IS ANDREW, AND HE REALLY MISSES HIS MOM AND POP.
[Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, all they have to do is wait for the kid’s parents to come pick him up.]
You’re all by yourself, all the time?
[That’s even more tragic to little Andrew!]
I’ll have a picnic with you, if you want. They’re really fun. Momma make the best sandwiches. I’ll make you one too if you want. An extra big one.
..I appreciate the sentiment, kid, but I get the feeling your parents won’t approve. I’m not exactly the most well-liked guy around.
[Greed crosses a small bridge across a brook-- into the greener area of the valley. Instantly, the air is crisper, cleaner, and sweet. The smog in the factory area doesn’t seem to go past the bridge divide.]
Any of this lookin’ familiar yet, Andrew?
