Just when I thought it was dead
Heâs back in my mind. Heâs so silly. Should I draw Pal Percy and Pal Catino again? Maybe write some shit with Sarah since her story DOES NOT END AT THE SCHOOL


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Just when I thought it was dead
Heâs back in my mind. Heâs so silly. Should I draw Pal Percy and Pal Catino again? Maybe write some shit with Sarah since her story DOES NOT END AT THE SCHOOL

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(TW: Slight bodily harm, gross themes in general, suic*de references)
Ever since Nick left Pal (for extremely reasonable reasons, donât get him wrong), waking up in the morning has beenâŚhard. Even worse with the fact that guilt was racking his mind. Constantly. He felt so awful because of his actions. Not to mention he had permanent reminders in the form of burns all over his body.
Finally, he got out of his bed and approached the mirror in his room. He just looked awful all over. His hair was raggedy. Taking off his pajama shirt and looking in the mirror revealed sickening scars on his back that looked charred and blackened from the explosion. Pal almost threw up. 4th degree burns at best (Authorâs Note: Yeah, apparently 4th degree burns do exist, theyâre just usually grouped in with 3rd degree burns). Pal quivered before he put on a soft, cotton candy blue sweater. He liked this sweater and luckily, it hid the gorefest that was his back. Looking at his hands, they were covered in blisters and deep scars that Pal wanted to pick and tear apart. He knew he couldnât though. It didnât want to get blood over his sweater. HmmâŚhis scars looked a little off?
The scars looked to have the slightest green tint to them. Those were either the stains of his stupid green tears orâŚno, it couldnât be something else, right? Maybe something just got stuck under the scab? Stuff like that happened all the time and it always annoyed Pal.
Despite his better judgment, Pal picked at it until the blood came. Tis not like it hurt, the nerve endings mustâve been burnt off considering his hands were completely numb along with most of his back. Pal stared at the blood as it trickled down his arm a little and soon to the ground. Thatâs a concerning and almost unrealistic amount of blood. It looked so disturbing despite everything Pal had seen. WaitâŚ
Pal looked closer at the blood and noticedâŚstrange bits of green inside of it. A lot of green. It looked like blood in water. As more blood ran from his hand, the more green it became. Shit, no-! Pal rushed to grab a towel. His blood was green! GREEN!
His eyes were already starting to blur a little from incoming green sludge. Why did he have to build that mech- why did he have to try to kill Nick. There was no one Pal wanted more by his side than his best friend Nick. He felt so scared and worried. Trailing down his cheeks and his bleeding hand was green sludgeâŚ
Once a towel was grabbed; a plain white one at that, Pal pressed it to the bleeding scab only to discover that..the blood was gone other than what was already out. The scab that stopped it was green now..and also closed up much faster than most cuts ever shouldâve. In fact, Pal could see it actively healing! It was healing at such an accelerated rate that Pal thought he was hallucinating.
âWhatâŚisâŚhappening to my bodyâŚ?â Was the only thing going through Palâs head. Instead of thinking about how cool the fast regen was, all he could think about was needles, horrific tests and creepy scientists. He was almost considering a hospital too! Looks like that was a NO. No way he could go outside and be a human with green blood and REGENERATION.
Stop. Stop panicking. Think about this Pal. No one has to know. Going outside would be risky but itâs not like he can just isolate himself with his tamas and-...Dogatochi.
Pal had completely forgotten about that stupid android. He was..so annoying. He talked all the damn time! Itâs even worse that he chose SUCH an annoying voice! Percy in his sludge form sounded so much more intimidating. Was he actively TRYING to piss off Pal just so heâd have an excuse to kill him??
Whatever. What was important now was figuring out this whole regen thing. Was it really true? Should he really plunge a knife or something else into him just to test a hypothesis?? Maybe he should just sit down and calm down. Or maybe he should just stab somewhere nonlethal? But what if it hurts? âŚOF COURSE ITâS GOING TO HURT!! NOT ALL YOUR ENDINGS ARE BURNT!!
Pal raised the knife to his arm, he was shaking. If he went slow, it would hurt more. He took a deep breath. âTime to rip off the bandaid, PalâŚi-it would hurt that bad if you just go quick-!!â He plunged the knife into his arm, expecting awful pain to shoot through his body.
NothingâŚ
Nothing�
Pal paused, staring at the stab wound. The flesh under the blade felt awful. A squishy discomfort that he hated. He pulled the knife out, watching the green ooze down his arm and thenâŚhe watched the cut heal up in seconds. The knife was stained green but this green wiped off easily without staining. âŚSo this was something different thenâŚ
He stabbed the knife (Euck!! Thereâs that shredding squish) into his leg. He pulled it out and watched again as it healed. This wasâŚcreepy but somehow, Pal wasnât all that scared. I mean, he just stabbed himself and didnât feel a single thing! He was kinda invincible in a way! This wasâŚwow. This didnât mean he was immortal right? God hope not! That sounds awful! Did this theoretically mean he could chomp off limbs and it would come back? Mmmm, that sounds like an experiment for a different day. He needed a moment to really realize this.
Everything was quiet. GoodâŚgoodâŚhe liked the quiet. That was something he definitely needed afterâŚall of this. He had no idea how long Nick would be gone for this time. No need to think about him, not like heâs coming back after that. Maybe Pal would find some other friends. Hopefully. He loved his Tamas but yâknowâŚthey could never replace a human. Maybe he should go out and hang out somewhere. Those people from the week before were his friends. Maybe he could hang out with them? NoâŚnot with this weird voice thing. He sounded like a toy now. Theyâll definitely notice. They also, most likely, have already heard about the whole thing. He probably had to start over from square oneâŚfind new friends. Friends sounded like the best thing in the world right now! Someone to talk to. Did he have therapy today? Maybe he could talk to someone.
Pal approached the calendar and checked the day. He had a therapy appointment in 3 daysâŚdammit! He could try talking to his tamaterrorz but there was no doubt in his mind that Dogatochi wouldnât be shutting up.
He never does. Once Percy got his body, Pal swears he stays on all night and day. Pal didnât use that powerful of a battery. How was he still on?? Maybe that goop on his motherboard stopped him from losing power. He couldnât stay in his house JUST to avoid Dogatochi.
For now, Pal just sat on his couch, looking tragic faced as usual. He was shocked that his house survived the fight honestly. They battled in the front lawn and heâs also shocked no one came to watch the battle, not even a passerby. Unless they had and Pal just hadnât noticed. It was high stakes for both sides. Nick for his life and Pal against the winding down clock of Percy. Most of those attacks were probably from desperation to either kill/weaken Nick before the thing blew up or get him to stop trying to run away from Pal again.
Pal shuddered. The sound of his own laughter echoed in his mind. That laughter of pure malice and selfish desires. The feeling of power he had in that mechâŚthe confidence that Nick wouldnât be getting away. It was a looping sound at this point.
âGougghâŚand it was so damn stupid of me to do that. Iâm stronger than Nick, I literally just couldâve done what all kidnappers in those criminal documentaries, I used to watch, do! Maybe I wanted a little Pizzazz??â Pal did mild jazz hands before slouching on the couch and sighing. âNot to mention the entire attacking Nick and thinking he would stayâŚat least he didnât leave me in the rubble.â Pal felt drowsy from the sheer boredom. A nap would feel nice right nowâŚ
So Pal laid down slowly on the dusty couch. Has the dust always been there? Maybe he just hadnât noticed until Nick left? Everything felt so much more lonely now. DidâŚPal really theme everything around some guy from highschool?
âShut up thoughtsâŚEspecially about NickâŚâ
Pal felt himself drift back to sleep only to notice a strange tingling sensation near his tail bone. Palâs calm expression immediately dropped to a rough scowl. He turned away and forced himself to ignore the dumb feeling. He could just sleep in his bed but he felt too tired and annoyed with everything to do that.
Pal woke up faster than anything when he felt someone yank onâŚsomething and shoot pain through his body. Pal shot awake and he hacked, âIâm awake!! Iâm awake!!â He looked over and saw a very, very annoyed looking Dogatochi. âNice try at avoiding me!â He knocked his head to the side with a cruel smirk. He had a long, black cable wrapped around his hand. Before Pal could ask about it, Dogatochi spoke, âBy the way, Iâd suggest hiding this tail if you ever want to go outside and pretend to be a human,â Dogatochi glanced at the cable that he still held in his tight grasp. âWh-What??â Pal was too scatterbrained to fully hear what Dogatochi had said.
âYour tail! Look at it!â Dogatochi laughed before jerking on the tail as hard as he could again. âOWâ! STOP THAT!â Pal yelled at him before it began to dawn on him what Dogatochi said. He looked back and saw with horror that it was, in fact, attached straight to Palâs tail bone. Dogatochi smirked, even more pleased that Pal had finally seen it. He tossed it into Palâs hands.
When Pal held it, he almost wanted to toss it. It was heavy and felt awful. It felt like a limp body in his hands. Pal also quickly learned that he could feel his hands holding it which was WORSE. It wiggled a little as if trying to wretch its way out of Palâs hands like a catâs tail would. It felt like a cable but moved like a real tail. Pal finally dropped it, causing it to thump on the floor and swish behind him.
âH-How did this happen-? These are your side effects. You gotta know why this happened!â Pal hissed at Dogatochiâs dumb, smug face. âHa! I wouldnât know a thing about those side effects. Iâve never actually had a host beforeâŚâ Dogatochiâs look became awfully curious as if Pal was a thing to marvel at.
âGet out if y-youâre just gonna mock me!â Pal jabbed Dogatochiâs chest. He suddenly slapped Palâs hand away. There was a lot of force behind that slap even if Pal couldnât properly feel it. âI donât want to hear you talking all day.â Dogatochi glared at Pal something with disappointment. âYouâre a lousy host, yâknow. I expected better from a brilliant inventor,â Pal could tell by that tone that Dogatochi was trying to manipulate him again with comments. He glared down at Dogatochi. âWell, I think you forgot the problem is that I just want to be seen as a normal human! Not- Not a weird creature!â Pal finally turned away and decided to make some food. âIâve always wanted to be seen as normal. âŚJust get out of my house now. I donât like talki-!â
Dogatochi suddenly wrapped his arm around Palâs waist and held him up. âOh my god, how does someone smaller than me pick me upâ!â Pal glared back at Dogatochi. âI wasnât done talkingâŚâ There was that angry expression again, âLet it be known, those tamaterrorz of yours have the same capabilities as I do. I actually doubt that tail comes from me. Knowing them though, they hadnât meant it. Ever since what happened to them, theyâve been utterly pathetic. Then again,â Dogatochi perked back up, âHumans are naturally pathetic creatures! Iâm shocked theyâve survived as long as theyâve had,â Dogatochi suddenly dropped Pal and reeled his arm as he started walking away.
âW-Wait-, what does he mean by thatâ?? Did he just suggest my Tamas used to be human? âŚPlease, I hope notâŚâ
Pal watched Dogatochi leave his house like it owned the place. His tail rested on the ground, completely motionless as if it too gave up on existing.
Honestly, Pal wished he could just give up too but he knew if he tried, he would just end up healing in a second, wasting material, end up with green everywhere, and a serious headache if it didnât go straight through. Assuming he would still feel it too, it would hurt like hell on earth for a longâŚlong while, worse than the explosion and crash.
He wanted to go in today and talk to someone about everything. Heâd have to hide the tailâŚunless he could just cut it offâŚ? No Pal, donât try it. Itâs only been a week. Stop moping about. Youâll be fine as long as you take the time to improve and get better. Just keep goingâŚ
His tail writhed behind him and Pal stared at his hand. Seeing Dogatochi made him angryâŚhe clenched his hand and watched as a black patch formed on the palm of it. He hadnât noticed it until now but he could feel even more anger than expected building up inside him. The black patch grew and soon turned his hand into a blackened claw. His other hand followed along with black patches forming all over his body.
Pal would be even more scared of this if he couldnât feel himself being slowly blinded by his anger. His head felt weird. Everything felt weird right now and he could only scream with fury. He couldnât see it personally but his teeth had grown sharper and his headband turned into 2 eyes on stalks that looked like TamaLankiâs. His hands were blackened claws. His cable tail lashed behind him. How lucky for anyone, hypothetically, near him, he was, kinda, very blind like this.
Swiping the closest thing by him, Pal could feel his new claws dig into the couchâs leather. It ripped rather easily under his claws. Shockingly easily actually considering how tough leather can be. He didnât like being angry like this but by now, he wouldnât know how to fix it.
He hissed to himselfâŚhe could hear his houseâs door open.
TamaLanki was leading the group before he completely stopped in his tracks and held out his arms, signaling the others to stop immediately. TamaBruti bumped into TamaLankiâs back and cooed, clearly confused by TamaLankiâs sudden halt. TamaOpti peeked from behind TamaBruti and TamaLanki, staring at the cold shadow in the hallway. The only hint that this was, or used to be, Pal was his size. The TamaRoachis looked annoyed by them all stopping in their tracks.
(âPal?â) TamaLanki stepped forward, staring at them. As TamaBruti saw him, he covered his face a little as if he had a mouth. âDid The Tamas do this to Pal?â Flooded TamaBrutiâs mind. It had only happened once before during an escape, TamaLanki had done it when he slammed into one of the guardsâ sides and splattered black all over them. TamaBruti could tell by the look in TamaLankiâs eyes at the time that he hadnât meant to. As they ran, they could hear the guard get shot down and their body melt the second the slime left behind had a chance to. They had only heard from Filos later that day that they got a new TamaHuman hybrid thingy that wasnât given much of a chance to live before they incinerated it.
TamaLanki slowly stepped back, still staring at the form before them. Pal took careful steps forward towards The Tamas. TamaBruti finally shoved passed TamaLanki, slinking his body between TamaLanki and the wall. TamaLanki suddenly squawked at TamaBruti but he didnât care. The sound caused The Form to stop in his tracks and cause recognition to enter its false eyes. âTamasâŚitâs just youâŚâ He mumbled before suddenly rushing forward.
TamaBruti squawked and jumped, accidentally landing on Palâs claw. He hissed loudly and drew his claw back. His false eyes looked annoyed at TamaBruti at worst and betrayed at best, sending a shiver down his back. The other Tamas remained frozen, scared of fighting Pal. Slower this time, he wrapped his arms around Brutiâs small body. It was slow but still fast enough to cause TamaBrutiâs âheartâ to race. Every bit of him was tense and shaky beforeâŚhe noticed something. Pal wasnât hurting him. âHug. ThisâŚthis is a hug. O-Of course⌠Pal would never hurt The Tamas.â
Pal hissed in a breath, tightening his hold on TamaBruti. âItâs bad. I canât see. Whatâs happening? Why did this happen??â Questions fell from Palâs mouth as the other Tamas slowly began to comfort him. They hushed him and eased his nerves finally.
The changes faded with the appearance of green tears falling from his eyes. His headband went back to normal. His claws became scarred hands once more. âPlease tell me why this happened⌠Dogatochi alluded to 4 of you having similar abilities to him. DidâŚdid you do this to me? I will not hate you. I mean this but please, did you guys have something to do with this?â The Tamas glanced to themselves. They wouldnât know for sure other than comparisons. TamaLanki stepped back slowly, (âWouldnât know for sure. Barely know The Tamas own abilities.â)
Pal only sighed. âItâs fineâŚnot to worry,â Pal smiled softly, trying to feel better. The Tamas grew closer, making sure it was warm for the inventor. Soon enough, the group fell asleep there..
Over the course of the next month, Pal sat through Dogatochi âchecking upâ on him and âmaking sure he was okayâ. He was tired of it, constantly racking him and making sure he never forgot he was no longer human. It was annoyingâŚ
Pal grumbled to himself as he heard the sound of Dogatochi entering. Today howeverâŚhe had a plan. âStill have a tail?â Dogatochi smirked, leaning in. âYâknow, Iâm shocked you havenât tested a single thing with your new body! I mean, you can regrow your limbs, you can reattach them! And yet, nothing! What are you? A coward?â He poked Palâs nose. Pal hissed and turned away, standing up. âDo you seriously not have any other BETTER jokes than that? Itâs always the same thing. âYou still have a tail? Oh wowie! You do! Hahahah! Iâm gonna leave now!ââ Pal mocked, throwing his arm aside to hit Dogatochiâs.
Dogatochi stepped back, clearly offended. âWho-!â Pal cut him off, quickly taking his antenna. âI canât believe I never EVER told you about your 1 drawback,â Pal gained a sick grin as Dogatochi tried to pull Palâs hand away with both his wires and hands. âLet go, you rat!â With a sudden yank, Pal pulled Dogatochiâs antenna directly from him. Dogatochi let out a hiss, patting the area. His body started to glitch horribly. His hand twitched, his screen was buggy. âWh-What iâi-i-isss thisâ!!?â Pal glared at the android. âItâs what your body needs to function!â Pal tossed the antenna; they both watched as it thudded across the far off wall.
Dogatochiâs hands clawed at where his antenna once was. Spotting it, he tried to grab it, only for Pal to stomp on his arm, causing an even worse shock to shoot back into Dogatochi. Pal could see he was growing weaker and weaker.
Dogatochi hissed loudly and fell to his knees, clearly in pain. âYou- you willâ! âŚ!! Youâ...!â Pal crossed his arms, looking smug at Dogatochiâs displayâŚuntil he started to giggle softly, wires came from his back panel, holding up his head and hands together.
âIDIOT!â Dogatochi launched out his arm, grabbing Pal and throwing him into the door. âI DONâT NEED A POWER SOURCE!! Iâm a parasite!! I can control this body effortlessly!!â Pal kicked about, trying to break free. Dogatochi grinned when he saw black patches form on his hands as he tried to use his wires. Dogatochi slammed him into the ground and drew back his arm. âBut Iâm a fair person~! I wonât use my arms if weâre about to fight~!â
Pal glared at Dogatochi, listening to his mocking laughter echo through the air. â...You do remember I canât die right?â Pal cleared his throat before quoting Percyâs exact words. ââYou shouldnâtâve been able to live through that explosion OR crash! But that substance... It let you live through that!â And seeing as I have fast regeneration nowâŚI think we all know whoâs going to win this.â Dogatochi just scoffed. âYou couldnât even beat Nick despite using a GIANT mech suit to do so!â
âAnd who was controlling most of my actions while I was in that thing? Who wrapped wires around me to fully control my every action because theyâre an utter control freak?!â This argument between the two went on until Dogatochi couldnât take it anymore and just started attacking Pal with everything he had. Pal wasnât the best when it came to fightingâŚbut Dogatochi had SO many glaring issues in his design!
Honestly, Pal was disappointed in himself!
Weak grasp, gaps in between the shell that Pal could worm wires into (not that Dogatochi let him ever) and a head that, even with wires holding it up, could be easily knocked off and stun it.
Pal seized one of Dogatochiâs arms with his wires before Dogatochi grabbed his leg and shook him about upside down and then slammed him against the wall, the ceiling and then the ground. Pal hissed sharply and reeled back, forcing Dogatochi to let him go. Pal felt exhausted, spitting up some of the green blood from his mouth. âI may not be able to kill you~, but I can tire you out until you COLLAPSE!!â Dogatochi laughed and charged Pal quickly. The look in his eyes showed he was ready to tear him limb from limb, ready to make him suffer!
Pal wrenched Dogatochiâs arms away from him, slamming his head to the ground and trying to wrench it out of the wiresâ control. More wires started to wrap around him as he did, already starting to wear him down.
Tick
Tick
Tick
TickâŚ
Pal stomped his foot down on the back of Dogatochi's head. The wires kept wrapping around him, trying to choke him out and make sure he could never break free ever again. Pal whimpered softly, starting toâŚfaintâŚ
With a final stomp, the disk (possibly the motherboard) containing Percy came free. Dogatochiâs screen shut offâŚthe wires slackedâŚPal heaved and grabbed the disk. âNo toy you'll ever be in needs limbs againâŚâ Pal gruffly huffed, getting off Dogatochi and entering the warehouse.
The Tamas were hanging from the ceiling by wires, cooing and begging Pal to get them down. Pal huffed and used his wires to pull his precious friends down from the ceiling. With that, he asked to be left alone. The green glow in his eyes and back of his throat faded along with the black places the wires emerged from.
Pal picked up a different disk as he set down Percyâs disk. This disk was labeled âPrototypeâ. âWelcome back, Tochi,â Pal whispered and loaded up the model for the Tamasâ shells. With that, he started to print it.
He stared at the disk a little longer before tucking it away and going back inside his house. Green slime trailed from where Pal wretched the disk out. Pal grabbed a rag and cleaned up the entry point as much as he could. Next, he picked up the antenna he threw and started to fix it back to the toyâs head. It was easily detachable just in case Dogatochi ever tried to attack him like he did just then. Finally, Pal inserted the prototype disk.
The wires fell away and Pal could hear static coming from the toyâs speakers. It held its head as if it could feel pain like a human. âThe human you no longer are,â Pal rubbed his head. The toy sat up slowly, rubbing his head ever more. âI-..Iâm in..pain. WhatâŚhappened?â The toy used his magnetic hands to spin his head around backwards. âHelloâŚ?â Pal stood, holding the rag. âHi. Do you feel alright?â The toy spun its body around correctly and stared at its body, staring at its make-up and buttons on its chest.
âHi,â The toy tilted its head, going upside down. âMyâŚmy name is,â The toy raised a hand and moved his head back up correctly. âI donât remember a name,â The toy remarked. âNot the question I askedâŚâ Pal frowned. âSorry. âŚMy name is GP^^!â GP smiled finally.
No idea where he got such a nameâŚdidnât annoy him though.
Well, this was a weird dreamâŚ
At the moment, Pal was speaking to a strange android that was waay too intrusive about Pal being human. Pal had to fight the thoughts of tearing the thing apart with his wires. âPlease stop!â Pal hissed, slapping the Tartarâs hand rather aggressively. âI hate being touchedâŚâ Pal hissed.
The android, Tartar, moved his hand away. âSo, whereâd you come from?â It asked, brushing off what Pal said. âIâm from Maine! Welton, MaineâŚâ Pal took a few quick steps away from Tartar. âHA! Maineâs been underwater for exactly 11,067 years! It was actually one of the first places to go under!â
âThen explain how exactly Iâm here!â Pal tightly grabbed Tartarâs hand when he went to poke his head band. âAnd stop. Touching. Me.â Tartar yanked his hand away.
âHm, maybe you should recount the events before arriving here?â Tartar tilted his head roughly.
âWell, I remember creating a machineâŚone of my Tamaz entered it while I wasnât looking and- wait! Wait! D-Did you see a particularly lanky, black creature with the body of a tamagotchi by any chance??â Palâs tail flicked free, the tip shaking quickly behind him.
âTama..gotchi creature? Uhm, I think I saw something simil- Is that a tail!?â Tartar shouted, suddenly with disgust in his voice.
âHuh?â Pal glanced back before shoving his tail back away, âUh- no?? Not at all! Just a stray cable,â Pal smiled a fake smile.
âLikely story, I saw that! It was moving like a tail!â Tartar glared into Palâs eyes.
âNo idea what youâre talking about.â
âYou do though.â
âAre you sure it was a tail though? Itâs awfully dark here.â
âIâm very sure! That was a tail!â
âHmmmâŚnope! I donât think it was.â
Tartar suddenly grabbed Pal by his shoulders and shook him, âYouâre not human-...what are youâŚ?â He coldly asked, grabbing Pal even tighter.
âI-I-I wouldnât assume-!â Pal hissed when Tartar suddenly dug his claws into Palâs shoulder, drawing some green blood and covering his hand.
âAnd whatâs this, hm? I know humans better than anyone. They donât have green bloodâŚâ
âWhat- what makes you think that?â Pal pulled away from Tartar and tried to stop the bleeding before it healed up quickly.
âYour blood stopped quicker than itâs supposed toâŚhm..â Tartar suddenly slashed Palâs chest, causing more of that green blood to stain his claws. The green light that came from the blood was enough to allow Tartar to see Palâs quick healing.
â...fast healing, impressiveâŚâ Pal suddenly attempted to run away when Tartar stepped on his tail and grabbed him. âI hope you donât mind. I just need a little bit of thisâŚâ Pal spun around quickly and dug his black claws into Tartarâs horn. âLET ME GO!â A wire erupted from Palâs back now to shove Tartar away from him.
Tartar grabbed Pal tighter before snapping his fingers. Some strange, purple sparks started to shoot from a panel on the back of his head as Pal kept shoving and trying to push and wriggle his way out of Tartarâs grasp. His crank started spinning fast. âYOU AINâT THE FIRST CRAZY AI IâVE FOUGHT AND YOU WONâT BE LAST I BEAT!â
âBold of you to assume youâll win this!â Tartar bit down on Palâs wires and continued to hold him in place. Pal could hear something coming but couldnât quite make out what until Tartar opened a door and flung the inventor inside. Instantly, his eyes filled with colors before the platform raised, bringing him to a container.
âKids! Seriously, so annoyingâŚâ Tartar grumbled and crossed his arms.
âIâM 30 YEARS OLD! I HAVE A DRIVERâS LICENSE, YOU JERK!â Pal screamed, slamming his fists on the glass.
âIt still counts!â Tartar hissed back before staring at the buttons before him. âNow, letâs see hereâŚâ
âIs this a f*cking blender!?â Pal kicked at the walls of the container.
âCorrect! Have fun while I extract the blood I need, you mimicâŚâ Tartar leaned on the button. âWhile your death rapidly approaches, you tell me about this other world, will you? The one with humans!â Tartar smiled sickeningly.
âIâm not a mimic! I did, truly, use to be human! Iâm not telling you what changed though!â Pal was cut off- oh, sorry, cut up rather quickly afterwards.
âHuh, oh well, you are rather tinyâŚâ Tartar mumbled, disappointed until Pal shot up from the blood inside the blender, fully reformed.
âOh! How pleasant!â Tartar smiled excitedly, âYou reformed!â
âOf course I did! I canât die! Iâve tried soâ!â
Tartar pressed the button again, cutting Pal up again before he reformed and now tried to keep himself above the green blood.
âYouâre psychotic!â
âSTOP THAT!â
âIT DOESNâT HURT BUTâ!â
By the time the blender was full, Pal was pulling himself out of the blender and coughing up his own blood. âW-W-W-Was that necessaryâŚ??â Pal hacked before Tartar picked him up, grinning and giggling.
âVery necessary. See, youâre actually worth something. Youâre playing a valuable role in my experiments. This blood could be extremely usefulâŚif the effect applies to everything else!â
Wires suddenly exploded from Palâs back, holding Tartar still. Pal wasted no time slamming Tartar into the blender and submerging him. âAsshole! Now then, Iâm going to go find Tamalanki IN PEACE!â Pal closed the blender afterwards so Tartar would have a harder time chasing him.
âJesusâŚ!â Pal grabbed the bridge of his nose before a portal reformed before him and pulled him in. Guess that happened to TamaLanki too because when Pal reawoke in his warehouse, TamaLanki was rambling on about what happened to him to the other TamazâŚ