#skullzapped

IM TRYNA ASK HER OUT MAN

uhm yea we have a meeting???

we are poor you classist fuck

Mallow honestly didn’t know why the two interpol agents patrolling the jungle had been so lax with letting her come and go as she pleased - the two had been rather... different since their Zangoose had attacked her. Was it guilt? Were they trying to make themselves feel better about imprisoning her there? Or was it some sort of fear?

She hoped it was fear. They should be afraid of her. If she hadn’t been taken off guard by that damn weasel the thing would have been lunch meat before it even got its hands on her. Stupid piece of shit rat.

That didn’t really matter now, though. What did matter is she’d managed to wedge herself through a window of some shed looking thing and had stumbled upon an absolute treasure trove of food. When it came to things like this, she preferred to see it less as stealing, and more as a finders-keepers type deal.

If they didn’t want someone stealing their food, they should have kept a better eye on it, after all.

However, her smug attitude was all but gone the second the door opened - the light from the outside shined down on her like a spotlight, zeroing in on her as she hunched over the crate of berries. There’s no way they don’t see her. There’s no way she’s getting out of this unscathed.

There’s a guy with a... TV for a head? How far had technology advanced since she’d been gone? Did he see her? Was he even looking at her? How could she know? The bitch doesn’t have eyes! What kind of sci-fi bullshit is this?!