No Place like Home | TRAINING Apr 19, 2019 13:22:26 GMT -6
Post by Chromo on Apr 19, 2019 13:22:26 GMT -6
NO PLACE LIKE HOME
CHROMO'S PL: 90,000
NO TRAINING ITEMS IN USE
The city streets were no place for a child, no loving parent could let their kid roam such a dangerous and filthy place. There were no cars and no people, not at this hour. Newspapers tumbled around the asphalt as if caught in invisible laundry machines. The only sound that broke the chirps of the crickets was the wind's howls and the low buzz of the neon sign across the street. "C.U.R.E Industries," Chromo read silently. He wasn't the best reader, but even he knew what those words meant. It meant home.Or, it used to. Chromo wasn't sure. The building's windows poured out white lights. He could see a few people moving within through the glass. His heart hammered like a drum. Chromo could feel the blood rushing in his head, screaming to run far, far away from this cursed place. But he came here to stop his running. He came to finally stop hurting.The makeshift son of Virus and Tanga scuttled back into the shadows. He knew this place like the back of his hand, even though he hadn't stepped foot on the tiles for months. The bushes rustled ever so slightly as Chromo slunk beneath the windows. A distant scent- like a rotten apple- grew stronger.Chromo rounded a corner, peering out of the neatly trimmed bush to a hatch on the side of the building. This was the route he usually took to the lower labs. A memory tugged at his mind as he approached, painstakingly opening his eyes that were still adjusting to the darkness. Still pinned by a soda cap was a small piece of paper. A nearly decomposed, skeletal human hand was resting nearby in the grass, barely noticeable." BEATING UP MONKEY WITH MOM IN TRAINING ROOMCOME 4 FIGHT SNACK + GOOD TIME "With love, Chromo <3Virus. His father's name had never crossed his mind in ages. That day, he'd been fighting against an Oozaru with his mother by his side, still, bliss, still loving his family, and yet receiving so little in return. He'd left this note and the hand as a snack for his father outside, but Virus hadn't found it, it seemed...Momentarily, Chromo's mind raced. He whined. Maybe his father was toying with him just like Tanga was when he was still around...? Virus understood, Chromo thought. Now, he couldn't be so certain, no matter how much he hoped he was overthinking things. He turned away from the note, turning it into cinders his palm before diving through the hatch. He was home now, in some strange wayUsually, he'd be screaming through these halls on a sugar high all those months ago. This time, the beetle was as quiet as a mouse, silently slipping into one of the vents nearby. Was it two lefts, then right, or two rights then a left to get to the lower levels...? Chromo bit his cheek but continued down the narrow piping.He passed the cafeteria. The scent of freshly cooked, yet artificial-smelling meals invaded his nostrils. Chromo didn't stop to look through the grating. He slowed, passing a few labs and computer rooms. He could hear voices. They were unfamiliar, but Chromo stopped to listen this time. His beady eyes could just barely be seen through the vent."...Yeah, you'd think this cash would be better off spent elsewhere, right? Everything's the same around here, day in day out. Do some scans, dispatch some searches, do some work. I don't know, I think I might resign. This just feels monotonous." The male voice sounded exasperated. Chromo grumbled, momentarily relating. Was Tanga messing with these guys, too? "I feel that. Didn't you want to become a doctor?" Another voice, sporting a similar tone, replied back to their coworker. "Yeah! I wanted to learn more about medical sciences here, not help with a wild goose chase for some dumb bug. Can't the boss just make a new one?""...Bug?" Chromo could barely hear himself utter the word. He shook his head, turning back to travel down the ventilation, ignoring the rest of the conversation behind him. It was nothing to worry about, none of his business.Every step still felt like he was walking on thin ice. Part of the bio-android worried he'd round a corner and see himself eye to eye with the woman he once called mother. Somehow, he almost wanted to see Tanga again. He wished things hadn't gone as they did. Maybe, right now, he could still be curled up happily in his room. Virus would come in with a fresh meal for them to share, he'd help Tanga with some tests and maybe get a proper hug, too. But here he was, treading his birthplace with hot coals beneath his feet.In and out. He'd be in and out. He just needed to find some things out.Several turns later, Chromo fluttered beside another grate. He could see a dusty bookshelf across the room. A few toppled action figures were scattered across the floor beside it. The beetle took one painstaking breath in, pushing open the grate to enter the small room.The room had clearly belonged to a child. There were so many posters of Serpent Master EX and Saibamon on the walls that it was hard to distinguish the color of the wall behind them. A bed was not pushed up against a wall. Sheets were speckled with sewn-on race cars. The blankets were still folded neatly, still waiting for someone to sleep upon them. On the nightstand was a small coloring book. A newspaper was pinned to the wall behind, mentioning an attack on Satan City. The blurred visage of a monster with four wings and an insectoid carapace was distinguishable in the blurry image of the front page. The nightstand, the bed, the walls, a thin layer of dust seemed present everywhere. Not a footfall had disturbed this room in some time, Chromo assumed. It was best his room wasn't touched, after all.The beetle slowly scuttled forwards. He noted a few burn marks here and there on the walls- like an explosion of ki had rocked the walls. They were probably from his target practice with his action figures, he figured. A small Zucceta figurine laid at his feet. The paint on it was chipped- a few spots were gnawed from his constant mistreatment of the toy.Chromo raised his head, already beginning to feel his heart aching. Maybe coming here was a bad idea...He paused. Chromo raised his gaze to the other wall. Magnets still clung to a miniature fridge. Chromo crept forwards, prying off a sheet of paper. Crayon was childishly scribbled upon it- any sane adult would have little idea what the messy shapes were. A blue oval with a yellow head and beady brown eyes sat at the front, with black crayon marks trailing off from the side to make a little too many arms. A toothy smile could be discerned on the drawn figure's face. Behind it was a grinning worm-like creature with lots of teeth, a large purple humanoid with long arms and rectangles jutting out of it's back.Standing alongside them all was a grinning stick-figure, the only human thing out of the bunch. Brown hair came in the form of a few lines on the side of the misshapen head, coupled with a bun on top. Several more figures, worn off the paper with time, were barely visible. Chromo, Virus, Tanga, X-Osis, all of them- one big, happy family. He had to only have been a few months old when he drew this. All of this was a reality once- the thing Chromo sought so desperately was once in his grip.Chromo's cheeks felt wet. Droplets dotted the paper as Chromo held his head over it. "M-mama, papa..." He muttered, holding his drawing closer. Half of those he'd drawn were long dead, the others he had already disowned. He wanted to go back, fix whatever he did to cause everything to tumble down. Maybe he could have given Virus more snacks so he didn't fall asleep for forever, maybe he could have talked more with his mother, maybe he could have hugged his sister tighter to make sure she never left him.The reality was, Chromo couldn't. He was an outcast, he ran away. They forsake him, and he left when there was nothing worth staying for. The beetle hiccuped, eyeing the shelf again. All his games and movies were gone- Tarch had been nice enough to fetch them for him before.The beetle whined, wiping his eyes. He couldn't stop the water from pouring out as he silently hiccuped. "What'd I d-do, dad?" He mumbled, holding the paper closer. "What should I do...?" Coming here was supposed to have given him some clarity, but now Chromo felt more conflicted and lost than ever.He looked down to the drawing. Some of the crayon had smeared from his tears drizzling onto the paper, contorting the face of his stick-figure self. Chromo turned, looking at his reflection in the metallic surface of the fridge nearby. He was a mess. His eyes had pinkened, a little green glob of snot hung from his nose. A few similarly colored drizzles escaped his jaws. He felt nauseous, tired.Chromo turned back to the paper, then to his reflection. Just being here hurt so much. Remembering hurt, the fact that all of this existed ate away at his soul. If he could just forget, if he could just move along- if none of this had ever happened, then he would be just fine and dandy!His teeth grit. Chromo turned back to the paper. His perfect, happy family was right there- so close, yet so far. He closed his eyes, letting ki flow through his nubby hands. With one crunch, the beetle crumpled the paper and dissolved it in his red aura.His storm of despair began to part, but raging winds quickly filled the absence. What did he do to deserve this? Chromo asked himself the question again and again, but he always came short of an answer. Alas, the universe had still decided it best to strip him away of everything he loved, everything he trusted.If he couldn't go back, fine. Chromo growled as tears still poured from his eyes. All this time, he felt like he needed someone to be with him- he couldn't feel happy alone. Maybe that was why everything was pried away again and again, why he felt so invisible and squishable. He needed to be able to stand on his own.And what better way to turn over a fresh, new leaf than to be rid of his past- once and for all? He'd burn these pages of his book- he wouldn't look back. If all this was gone, it couldn't bother him anymore- he wouldn't hurt. He wouldn't think about it, he'd go on to do bigger and better things without anyone's help.Chromo wiped his tears aside one last time. His aura finally began to flare, lighting up the darkened room. Alarms began to blare as his power rose, but Chromo paid no mind. The beetle darted out of the halls, surging back through the vents and outside the building. He heard the ruckus, but his mind had moved to focus elsewhere.For once, a genuine smile spread across his face. The grin began to distort as Chromo let out a laugh, flying straight through one of the company's windows and into the skies above. He turned back one last time to eye the building. Looking at it up and down sent another torrent of anger through his body, but Chromo shook his head and grinned regardless. Finally, he had found the solution to his problem.He was going to solve this the only way he knew how- by destroying it in a blazing inferno....But waiting one more day wouldn't hurt as much, right? He needed to rest after staying up late and playing Saibamon until sunrise the night prior, after all. What was the worst that could stem from his planned session of spring cleaning, anyways?
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