kugawing’s pile of art realm

[fulzanin]

continuation

Kaniktu snapped her teeth at Anubis, her unfurling her webbed wings. “It’s quite rude to interrupt a story,” She snarled, a flicker of frygnot having rippled through her wings before fading away again. She continued to growl, but did start speaking again. “The brother decided then was the time to admit that he fancied the little girl. The little girl did not reciprocate, yet the brother understood. There was a long talk behind the closed doors of that lab room, and neither had their head down to the dirt, tears to their face, nor did they need to be picked up. They smiled and talked, and the little girl decided that she would not let the ones that deemed themselves the best take away such a close friend as they had her parents. She turned him into a puddle and had been struck by cold terror, afraid that she had killed the one other person in this cold world that had cared for her. She watched him reform, relief fill her core. The best were impressed, and sent her off to work on yet another project. They did not dare to fight against her when their attempts to steal her first creation failed- when the cannibalistic began water dragon slain one of their own, they backed off entirely. He was not the little girl’s beloved but made himself a part of her family nonetheless.

“The little girl continued to create creatures as she was asked. She worked a little harder than most, and it was the brother that had become an indestructible watery dragon that kept her in check and reminded her to sleep and eat. The little girl was a scientist, now, a scientist that wanted more respect put under her name. She had been working on a creature to regulate the dandelion ninja population when a stranger arrived. He was from another facility. The scientist was belittled by the stranger for one of her creations seeming harmless. She sweetly told him to get closer, and the stranger did.”

Kaniktu’s tail slowly swished behind her, having grown quiet for a moment. “Later, far later, she’d come to regret what followed. He was ripped apart and maimed and mangled, and the scientist decided she would keep him alive as proof of her ferocity. That way everyone else of the death world would fear her, and not mess with her nor anything else she made.

“The stranger became one of the people that would work under her. The stranger sabotaged her works and made things harder for her. He pinned it onto her other assistants, and they faced the wrath of her self appointed guardian. The scientist was pushed from one of her original projects due to one of the higher ups claiming it to be her idea. A rage began to boil in her core. She took the new assignment as a mechanic without rebuttal, keeping the anger subdued until provoked. The scientist began lashing out more frequently, clawing and biting rather her previous subtle punishments of acid burns, harsh words, and humiliation. The stranger stopped his own sabotages, realizing that it was his relation to the little scientist was the only thing that was keeping the other residents of the death world from trying to kill him.

“The work was done swiftly when less sabotages happened. The scientist and the stranger grew a lot closer, in a manner similar to that of how the little girl had grown close to her old partner’s brother. Something felt more right this time, and the brother turned into an immortal dragon of water had to be rapidly shushed to not gurgle about the topic in public. The scientist was not sure what it was, but she felt happy to have the feelings for someone once again- and scared, as she did not know if they were reciprocated as they had been between her and her parents, or as it had been between her and her partner’s brother.”

Kaniktu slowly rocked back on her feet again. “It was then that a puff clad in plants arrived. She deemed herself the new Queen of the deathworld, and had declared war against the species that she was a member of. The death worlders rejoiced about having someone to give orders, someone who had not earned their rank in blood. She wanted to engage in utter genocide.” She began snickering, a noise that the puff hadn’t made in a while, a noise that definitely sounded strange coming from her.

“The scientist hated genocide. She and her assistant packed their things and left the old facility. They walked through a hoard of the dandelions, fighting away. They found another facility, one that was abandoned. There was green carpet and red lights, and was perfect for housing the scientist’s creatures. The work turned. No longer was it about impressing the higher ups, or the best. No, now it was to impress her new partner, to ready a place to live.

“Her assistant became her right paw as time went on. While the other death worlders set out for genocide, the scientist and her aide began working on a new place to live. The creatures she created had come with them, and helped the process move swiftly along. The facility was slowly being repaired and adjusted to suit the needs of both her, and her creatures. She captured the person that had her booted off of her original tasks, and sent her to suffer by slowly starving to death by the brother turned into a water dragon. Someone came along and asked for a human to be added to the suffering. The scientist didn’t argue. She should have.”

Kaniktu’s tail stiffened up a little, her then slowly turning her horned head to the side. “Then came an indestructible machine from the sky. It blasted at the scientist, and pushed her into the dirt from the force of it’s laser. The ceiling followed. She had tears on her face from the pain, and would have died then and there had it not been for her respectable peer. He used the item that they had found laying around on the planet’s surface in order to save her when she had almost died in her sleep. That item could speak, although it never once had spoken to the scientist beforehand. Things continued on as normal, repairing and working.

“The Lasinka one day reporter that all the other Nitisians were dead. The scientist had gone to investigate, and found such to be true. They were all dead. Freely she was able to take back her project that had been stolen from her, and now had the whole planet as her’s. She deemed herself the queen now- of her creations, and her assistant as her second in command. She did not notice during the work that he was coughing more, growing more tired. She ignored his pain in order to work, now that she deemed herself a queen. She got to meet her personal smart*ass’ little brother after a while, and was delighted in the aspect of becoming an aunt. She had never wanted kids, but this certainly filled the void for her.

“Then the Lasinka brought someone in, and everything got to turn. He was not Lighsni nor Nitisian, not of the ancient of death nor the ancient of life. Crystallized wings and colored red, he was not of any puff species either of the death worlders had seen before. The queen answered his questions and set him on his way, feeling paranoid with the idea that he was tied to the indestructible machines that had nearly cost her life. He was not of this world, just like the machine hadn’t been. She told her beloved to go and fetch him, so they could wipe his memories and send him away.”