Stuck in Your Own Head (Carro) Mar 30, 2020 19:18:36 GMT -6
Post by Carro Hofferson on Mar 30, 2020 19:18:36 GMT -6
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
In spite of Van-80's shouts, Caper didn't turn to look at him- it was like Carro's father didn't hear him at all. The lanky saiyan held his phone to his ear, still anxiously tapping his foot on the ground. "...And you're sure the bus dropped him off here? Cause I'm not seeing anything. We're on day one here and already things are going wrong." How hard was it to make sure a kid safely made his way home from school? When Van turned around after taking in the shock from the much smaller Crop Co, Caper still hadn't noticed him.
The father saiyan's tail swayed in growing anxiety regardless of the android's approach as he questioned him. But instead of hitting Van, his tail would phase right through the android's leg like a hologram with no feeling whatsoever. Any contact with him or the other passerby's would garner the same result. "Look, I'll drive him home next time. I'm sure he's fine- hopefully just got lost.... Alright. Seeya." While the phantom Caper hung up the phone, a clatter would echo as tiny blur of orange out of the corner of one's eye darted down a nearby alleyway. The muddy footprints leading down it were tiny, even by Carro's standards of size, but a tiny piece of ripped green fabric harkening back to his bowtie told another story. Despite the sunny, cloudless skies above, the end of the alley was shrouded in darkness. This world wasn't operating on reality's rules, after all.
If the android followed down the corridor, the scene would suddenly change from the city to blackness to a small clearing with no alleyway behind to speak of anymore. A tiny, strained gasp echoed nearby around a half-built home's corner, hiding a sight no less baffling than anything else that happened.
There was Carro. Except with his usual orange locks, human eyes and human skin- no robotic body to speak of. But somehow the 'president' was even shorter- barely even a foot tall, dressed in a pair of muddy blue overalls and a stained yellow shirt. He grit his teeth as he tried to pull himself forward, but fell flat on his back again with a wince of pain. Carro's tail was tied firmly to a fencepost, leaving his back awkwardly strung in the air. The child's eyes were wet with tears trickling down a bruise on his cheek. He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself up to untie the appendage, only to yowl in hurt as his body ragdolled again. Still, his older self would easily prefer the days where the extent of his worries was childhood bullying over the present worrying of the intact-ness of his planet.