SELF IS TYRO

“INTRUDER ON HOUSEGROUNDS!”

Before Locke knew what happening, they were shooting out of the house and towards the doggy door. This was not doing his delicate state any good! [ Ukk Tyro don’t! I’m going to puke! ]

“NEGATIVE,” Tyro yapped.

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Those angry sharp words washed over Dee-Ell like the spray of a cold ocean, and he could feel every molecule in his body turn rigid. A sharpness settled in his stomach and he swallowed the sudden hot lump in his throat. 

Josh held Tyro close to his chest while Doug yelled. His heart breaking for the sad look on Dee’s face. He stepped a little closer to put his hand on his younger cousin’s shoulder. 

Rusty turned his attention to Josh, not hiding the shock on his face well. “Lee’s missing?” He and Dee had suspected that he could be, but to actually hear it confirmed… He could feel himself starting to panic at the thought. 

Tyro’s fatherbeings were a mess of shock and anger -- but Tyro decided that made sense. Yelling made sense, given the circumstances! “FEAR RESPONSE VALID,” he barked in what he thought passed for a reaffirming tone. “BROTHERBALL FAILING. BROTHERLEELAND MISSING.”

The bedroom door crumpled inward, shredded by the force of a pugnarch hurtling through it with all his strength. “ALARM ALARM ALARM,” he howled at the top of his speaker system. “FATHERBEINGS NEEDED URGENTLY.”

“Back to the house we go.” Josh lifted Tyro to a more comfortable position as he started towards the house. “You’d have more luck twisting  out if you were a cat. And I’m pretty sure your nose won’t help in this buddy.”

[ I make a good cat. ] Locke said sadly, clinging desperately to his brothers fur. Now he was mostly solid but his colours kept changing and wouldn’t keep to their usual golden yellow. He wasn’t sure what that meant but he didn’t really care. All he cared about was finding Leeland. 

“BUT--”

Josh gently stroked Locke to try to calm him, trying to focus on Tyro’s words and not his volume. “We’ll find Warlock or Doug and we’ll fix this, okay? They’ll know what to do.” Not to mention that Josh had a few ideas of his own.

Locke clung to Tyro’s surface more easily now that there was an ample supply of lifeglow shooting through his tiny body. It was almost like he’d eaten an entire energy drink, can included. 

“NEGATIVE. SELVES MUST LEAVE NOW. BROTHERLEELAND IN DANGER.” Tyro struggled in vain to escape Josh’s firm grip -- curse how easily this pudgy form could be lifted from the earth!!  “NO TIME. SELF WILL FIND BROTHERLEELAND WITH SELF’S SNIFFER.”

“It’ll be alright, Locke.” Josh gently stroked the goopy technarch. “We’ll take care of it.”

[ Yes! Yes! ] The little sphere caught himself with a worried little burble, trying not to simply melt over his brother again. Whatever Tyro was doing for him was working and soon the sphere was half clung to his fur and half formed in Josh’s hand. 

“AFFIRMATIVE.” Tyro’s voice raised, but all the usual emotion had dropped away. Unlike Warlock who emoted the more excited he became, Tyro forgot his emotive scripts and veered into pure noise. “SELFSIBLINGS IN DANGER. BROTHERLEELAND MUST BE FOUND.”