help! there's a cryptid in my pantry Jul 8, 2020 5:29:07 GMT -6
Post by Prince Kabe on Jul 8, 2020 5:29:07 GMT -6
Kabe had managed to escape his babysitters once again.
Central City was a big place, and for a little tyke that was almost completely illiterate and had liquid understanding of social norms from living in the jungle for most of his life, Kabe had found himself in a difficult position. He had not brought any money with him, and had been run off of the streets by men in blue clothing after he'd tried taking some food without asking. It reminded him a little of what life had been like when he first returned to Vegeta.
Three days into his wandering, Kabe felt his stomach begin to grumble in the dead hours of twilight. Turning down a laneway, his keen instincts kicked in and he caught a whiff of some food nearby. Scuttling along the pavement to the source of the scent, he found a building. A sign on the front read Zhalla's Home Along the Little Laneway Abroad, but Kabe didn't understand what that meant. All he knew was that he could smell food on the inside.
Desperate with hunger, he chewed his way through the lock, acidic saliva dripping from his hungry jaws and melting through the surface. When he was hungry for too long, the powers that welled within his iron stomach began to leak out in force, sizzling and corroding anything he could break down with his teeth. Sliding inside, Kabe crept silently along until he found himself stuffing his face from the hamper within.
For three nights, he stuffed himself full from whatever food he could find in the hamper. On the third night, he had ventured into the kitchen too- only to narrowly escape the sight of whoever lived inside as he heard them stepping out to discover the source of the noise. Tonight was the fourth night, and Kabe swallowed the replaced lock from the door and tip toed inside once again.
He was sure that he was skilled enough not to get caught again.