Mother Knows Best | INVITE Nov 22, 2018 18:22:22 GMT -6
Post by Chromo on Nov 22, 2018 18:22:22 GMT -6
MOTHER KNOWS BEST
CHROMO'S PL: 60,000
There wouldn't be any "later"s or "in a minute"s anymore. Chromo narrowed his eyes at the doors of the CURE facility, the place he called home. It felt a lot less homely as of late, though. "..." For once, he wasn't screaming or screeching. But he was angry- very, very angry. Gritting his teeth and slowly exhaling, the little insect pushed the doors open, strutting into the entry hall. "Oh, C-chromo, you--!" A worker chimed. Nobody had seen hide or hair of the bug for a week, which was even more worrisome than seeing his mischief in work. "Is mom here?" The bug growled, cutting off the janitor. "Oh, uh, I believe Tanga is here. But she's probably busy, so you should wai-" And like that, the bugger was gone just as quick as he came. "...I'm getting fired for this, aren't I?"
Swiftly meandering the vents systems he knew like the back of his hand, Chromo's beady eyes peered through the grates above the deeper, darker hallways of CURE industries. He'd bounced through the entire facility, but this was the best place to be. Smacking the grate off it's hinges and trotting out, the determined insect turned and bolted into the training room nearby. There was a faint scent of smoke still. This was the same place they fought Mister Oozaru, wasn't it? Chromo sighed and growled. It didn't matter- he was gone also. Gone like everyone else.
There was one way he could attract Tanga here like a moth to a light, regardless of how busy she was. Frowning and hopping up onto a light fixture above, Chromo chittered and called- and just like that, dozens of more eyes shone below. At least he still had his lessers, as dull as they were. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!" He screamed, flicking his antennae. The bugs below scattered, and it wasn't long before the kitchens and dining quarters across the building were being raided by the bugs. Chromo himself crashed onto the ground of the training room- the concrete below cracking and scattering, shaking and grinding his teeth. He turned to face a security camera, growing silent once more. The last thing that camera would see would be a pair of sharp jaws and bloodthirsty eyes.
Today was a long time coming.