Junk Food | FULL Jan 19, 2019 5:12:18 GMT -6
Post by Chromo on Jan 19, 2019 5:12:18 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 64,000
Time couldn't pass any slower. Day in and day out, everything grew repetitive for a certain small beetle. Look for food, eat, scream at some people every now and then, sleep, rinse and repeat. Sometimes the additional step of blasting off some rude folks who seemed to want him to go hungry, taking their stuff from him when he tried to eat it. But that always evolved into the screaming step after a bit. Then the eating step.
Today, however, was a little different. Chromo, still lurking in the Northern Reaches of Earth, had found a new village. He'd mostly resorted to raiding the smaller camps or settlements in the vast snowy expanses earlier, but a village this big? He clicked his tongue, perched atop a large bilboard advertising Hetap's newest product. He tried to eat the big Hetap on it, but it just tasted like cardboard, not "Doom Cherry" flavor! How rude!
Another truck had passed by on the roads below, this time with some "Freizy Cooler" flavor of Hetap, as advertised on it's trailer. Instantly, the bug's eyes widened, and he'd smash right through the back of the truck as it traveled along. The driver turned around at the sound of a thud and bonk, but presumed it to just be a small pothole and continued driving. It was a good thing the sound of the engine muffled the obnoxiously noisy slurping sounds in back!
Chromo threw empty can after empty crushed can out of the back of the truck, devouring the Hetaps like there was no tomorrow. This was all so much better than all the other dumb food he'd found so far! Steel beams, wall supports, and the occasional bullet could only taste so good. Chittering happily, the bug paid no mind to the growing trail of empty cans he'd left on the road...
By the time the truck came to a stop at a nearby gas station to refuel, and allowing the driver to leave to grab something from the shop nearby, Chromo had all but three remaining boxes left to drink down. He happily chittered and ate another can whole, not even bothering to open the thing this time... But then, his eyes trailed up, bursting into sparkles. A supermarket, just across the street? Was that better than a normal market with food? He grinned for the first time in ages, skittering out back and hopping over a few crumpled cans he'd left in his wake. If nobody came soon, then far more than one truck would have to worry about falling prey to Chromo's jaws...