Hard to Love, Harder to Hate | OPEN Jul 24, 2018 18:45:42 GMT -6
Post by Chromo on Jul 24, 2018 18:45:42 GMT -6
HARD TO LOVE, HARDER TO HATE
CHROMO'S PL: 47,000
Chromo's concern was for good reason in the end. He hadn't seen his dad for ages, but after some snooping, he found some security tapes leading to his father's whereabouts, right in the CURE labrotories. Last they showed, he was right behind this door, but...
Chromo found himself hesitating now.
Eh, it was probably nothing to worry about.
The little bug gave another grumble, backing away from the door. "Daaaad... Daddy? Are you okay i-in there?" The child whined in his most pleading tone, pulling off his best pair of puppy eyes at the door with another begging whimper. No response... Oh! Maybe... "Do you have some food in there?!" He chimed with enthusiasm suddenly with a wide grin and toothy chuckle. "Come oooon, I tooold you I wanted some next tiiiime! You hogged it all at that city place last time and never even brought any home for me!"
"That's okay, though. You were so cool on the tee-vee, so that makes up for it." The insectoid bio-android gave another meek laugh, slumping against the door. "Buuuut you promised to try some of my food also! I saved my favorite Hetap, just for you, dad!" The bug whipped out his Cherry Popper-flavored Hetap, his own mixture filled with unimaginable amounts of sugar, eagerly sliding it under the door. "You should have something to wash down all that food, after all! That's what mom always says to me, for some reason. It's so annoying- Chromo this, Chromo that! But you're never like that, dad."
"The silent treatment, huh?"
Chromo's expression scrunched up. "Well, fine! Be that way, dum-dum!" He scoffed and stuck his tongue out at the door, kicking up some dust with his hind legs. "I'll just feast on this pile of ki-filled people and all this Hetap ALLLLLLLLL by myself!" He taunted, turning to waggle the bottle and a non-existant human limb to try and tantalize his old man out of hiding. Still nothing. "IT WOULD BE A REEEAAALLLL SHAME IF SOMEONE CAME OUT AND TOOK ALL THIS GOOD FOODS FROM MEEEEE!" ...The bug paced to and fro- he was sure that would work! Maybe Virus could smell there wasn't any blood or guts and knew his bluff. He probably did with a nose as keen and amazingly attuned as his."...Are you sleeping? I know, I can be your ay-larm clock! Mom called it that, but it went like this... ahem..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAaaAAaaaaaAAAA! LIIIKE THIIIIIIISSSSSSS!"Despite the numerous priceless machines shattered by his screech, there was still no response from his father. What a heavy sleeper! There was a book Chromo read about Saiyans jumping on a bed to wake someone up and bumping their heads. That was sure to work on Virus! "Well, daddly-dadster-dad, you force my hand. BANNNZZAAIIIIII!!!!"
Yet another door for Tanga to pay for was obliterated, and Chromo rolled across a surprisingly soft floor before giving a quick squeak when bumping into something large and squishy. "Well, dad, wakey wakey eggs and bakey, let's go! Go! Go! Go! Food! Food! Food! Fooo--...oood?"
That wasn't his dad. He could vaguely see the fading glow of Virus' eyes behind this weird... fluffy string container with all sorts of wires hooked up to it, but his dad wasn't this weird cocoon!... Maybe this was his bed? Beds were usually on the floor, not facing up... Oh! Tanga must have made it for his dad so he could have the comfiest rest ever! That explained the cords and machines, and slow beeping in the background. It almost reminded Chromo of a heart beat, albeit much, much, much, much, much slower.
"Dadddd, I said wake up!" The bug shook his father's cocoon and tried to pry away at the strings, to no avail. "Dad! I wanna play! I wanna eat! I SAID... Wake UP!" He demanded in a much more firm, snappy tone with a sharp glare. Why wasn't he responding? Was it something Chromo said? Or something he did? The bug gave a concerned whine with a shaking lip... Nothing was working. His father wouldn't wake up. Shaking the thing that was holding his father prisoner a lot more vigorously, tears starting to form in his eyes after several minutes of prying, biting, and shaking on his end and the cocoon's own. "DAD! DAD, WAKE UP! DAAAAAD!"
And nothing would happen.
No matter how many times Chromo tried over the course of the entire day.
"Pretty please, wake up? With a cherry and fingers on top?"
"You're the coolest dad I ever could ask for."
"I... I can't be as cool as you are! I c-c-can't be all... a-alone!"
"I miss youu..."
Again, nothing happened.
He was gone, too far gone. Chromo whined again, realization beginning to finally sink in.
There would be no more Virus for a very, very long time.
Maybe never again...
Definitely never again, probably.
"WHHAAAAAAHAHAHAHHUUAAAH--WAAAAAAAAA--AAA-!" Chromo's echoing, screeching cries of sheer sorrow didn't pierce the ears of every CURE employee, no matter what floor they were on, for long. The bug burst out of the side of the building, darting far, far away from the company and what he could only presume was his dad's wrapped corpse, like a mummy. But not as cool. It was not cool at all.
The rocketing insect fell from the sky, trembling, sobbing, and screeching at the skies above, having landed in the nearby forest... Animals fled and fell as each shriek echoed through the land, waterfalls of liquid drizzling from the apex bio-android's successor's eyes. Chromo was now at the top of the food chain in his father's place, but... Clearly, the little child wasn't ready.