Palamon
Silence is Purple
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FYGHT CLOBB in the Morning: Stolen Shamo Chickens
"Sup, newb! Surprised I addressed you directly!
Uhuhu, well, well, well, unlike everyone else, I'm
Pretty friendly and nice to everyone! Well, I'm a pretty amicable person besides my resting <redacted> face!
My face is just weird, and I dunno how to fix it, kay? But, that's okay, newb, I can try to smile for
You! But it'll be very hard! I got the muscle everywhere except my face! So, anyway,
Newb, tell me what brings you here? You're obviously here for
A reason, aren't ya? Could ya tell us, no, me, what it is exactly you're here for? Depending on you're here for, I
Might not be able to answer because I have an
Emergency on my hands, I know you just got here, newb, but yeah.
I do gotta say that I have to run
Soon! Cause something bad happened! Are you going to ask
Me to tell ya all about that? Well,
Aight, newb, since I'm in a
Little bit of a rush,
I, Malika, am going to give you the lightning round,
Kay? Try to follow
Along as best you can. Of course, it's cool if
You can't, and I'll try my best
Over here to explain the whole thing if you need, but
Uh, anyway! Don't got no time for that! Well, for starters, someone stole all of
My roosters! What?
Are you expecting me to say something else? I see,
You were expecting more, weren't you? Gonna be real with you, newb, I dunno what you're expecting? I run a rooster cockfighting ring. And I have to
Keep my game in check, but
Nope! Some freak broke in a stole all my chickens!
Of course they had to take all of them!
What am I supposed to do? I dunno, but I
Might just blow up!
Eh? Are they really
All that important, you ask?
So, you really don't know, huh? I see!
This is pretty easy to explain to someone who doesn't get it, so
Here we go. For starters, these aren't just any roosters! They're Shamo Chickens, newb! Hmm, you don't know what those are?
Ah, of course you don't, but there's okay, newb, after all, I'm a nice lady, so I'll just
Tell you all I know. These are roosters, yes I know, I just called them
Chickens, can you forgive me? They're both the same species anyway, which let me just say, these
Roosters are special, and they're specifically trained for fighting. So, when I learned that, I knew I needed a whole dozen of them! My sibling tried to talk me out of it
At least a triple dozen times, but I told them I don't care what they think, I need a dozen of these
Zany little fellas! But, at the time, I didn't have any dennies to buy them. Ah, newb, I suppose I know what you're thinking. How did I get my roosters, then? Ah, see, that look on
Your face tells me I'm probably not wrong. Women's intuition! But, I now will answer you on how I obtained my
Roosters without any money to my name! Can you guess how I did that?
Oh, you have a few guesses, huh?
Okay, tell big sister Malika what you might be
Supposing! Go ahead, I won't get mad if you're wrong, okay? Huh, you
Think I stole some dennies?
Er er, wrong! Well, okay actually, that's technically not wrong, but we didn't go and
Rob a bank! But, the way we obtained the dennies for my roosters. Because it wasn't exactly, err,
Legal, ya know? So, go
Ahead and guess again, I'm listening.
Don't worry, I ain't gonna get annoyed at
You if you get it wrong
Again, I can promise you that. I'm
Not easy to make angry despite my resting <redacted> face
Disposition. So, feel free to guess
One more time exactly
How I was able to get the
Money to afford my chickens. Oh, asked a loan shark to borrow money? Ding ding ding,
You got it, newb! You're right! That's how I
Got the money to afford
Our roosters. Well, you're probably going to ask,
So, I'll tell you how much Shamo Chickens cost, about five
Hundred thousand dennies for a dozen. Hmm? That's a crazy price for them? I know. And
Now, someone stole all
Of them while I was sleeping! And
The owner of the FYGHT CLOBB said nothing! It's almost like Zinn
Has a deep seeded abhorrence towards
Every single one of my roosters!
Yikes, I need to get them back!
And, how am I going to get my
Roosters back you ask, newb?
Eh, since you already know I obtained my money through illegal means, I guess I can tell you where I
Got it from, too. But, first! Why don't you make
One single guess on where I got the money? Who lent it to me? Do you know,
Newb? After all, you're always around the block and talking to everyone, aren't you? So, I'm sure you know the answer! Go ahead, I'm listening!
Err, Cold Flames, is that what you just
Said to me? Well, ding ding ding, you're right again!
Oh, newb, you're completely on the
Money, congratulations, you're
Exactly correct! Yes, we went
Over to the Cold Flames and begged for their money! Well,
Not we, but me. Maybe I should stop saying we, but
Eh, it's a force of habit, and I really can't stop saying
That since I'm pretty much always referring to myself as we when talking to strangers.
Okay that was a bit
Of a tangent I went on! I
Know, so allow me to go back on topic. Okay, so let
Me get back on track, I begged the guppymaid at the desk for money for my chickens! And she said
Yes, and I signed my life away! Okay, I didn't, but she told me she'll be collecting interest! I told her we'll do payment plans! She was
Really nice about it! She shockingly agreed to do an installment
Of ten payment plans
Over the course of two years.
So, the fact someone stole my roosters right under my nose?
That makes me feel so many
Evil things! And, I will be hiring someone to get my
Roosters back by force! And how do I hope to achieve
Such a thing, newb? I'm sure you can guess
That! Come on, newb, I'm listening, give me a little guess, and I'll tell you
How right or wrong you are! Go ahead, I'll give you
Eight seconds, okay? Ah, hmm, could
You please repeat what you just said? Oh. You got it! I'm going to hire
A hitman! Huh, is that a little bit
Ridiculous to get my roosters back? Well, listen, I'll do all it takes to get my chickens back!
Even if it means I have to go
About it in a bit of a violent way! I have absolutely no intention at all of
Letting my precious chickens so! I will be
Leading myself down a violent path of
Getting a hitman! Because I will stop at nothing to get all
Of them back! Absolutely
Nothing, newb, do you understand? Hope you do!
Eh, well, if you don't, it's cool, no hard feelings. I'm just saying,
I'm not letting anyone take my precious babies from me! These roosters are my sons! And, you don't take a woman's son from her! Well, sons in my case!
No one should take my twelve sons away from me and get away from it! So, yeah, I'm going to hire a hitman! I'll get
Every one of them back of I hire a hitman to
Eliminate the person who took them from me! But,
Do I know of a hitman group who would be crazy enough to help? Ah, well, sadly,
The Flower Silencers aren't taking any new hits, so that's not an
Option for us, that little flower store to begin with has one of our enemies. And, I don't want anything to do with them. Can you
Guess who it is? I'll give you
One chance to guess. Ah,
Huh? You already knew. I see, and you were nice enough to not say her name!
I'm grateful for that, newb, thank you! But, it would seem
Right now, the store's closed and only accepting normal flower requests, or something.
Eh, well, whatever, I wasn't planning on going to
Ask that group for help anyway. And, I soon found out that the Drill Dozers contain my ex-brother as a member of their little ragtag group, so I
Have no intention of hiring them! Not ever again! And, now
I'm sure you intended to ask me about the others. So, I'll
Tell you right now. I ain't asking the maids, either!
My ex-cousin is also
Apart of that group! And,
No, I'm not asking the Inferno Punishers either, my other ex-cousins are in that group.
And, don't bring up the ponies
Neither, because I will be
Dead the moment I ask a single pony for
Help! I'm pretty sure I'm on their watchlist newb. Look, it's not like rooster cockfighting is illegal, or
Anything! But those viscous like cops are ready to make a law about it to paint me as an evil
Villain who needs to be arrested which, I'm pretty sure they'll do that if I
Even dare to ask them for help! So, I ain't gonna go and ask, newb. Ah, am I scared of the ponies? No, I ain't scared nothing. Understand?
They don't scare me at all!
How could I be scared of those cops that are clearly corrupt? I ain't, and so since I will not
Even consider this group to help save
My precious sons, my babies, there currently only remains one last option. I don't think I need to ask you who it is, right?
Eh, that's right, the Cold Flames! I mean, come on, newb, you know that already, right? After all, they're pretty much the only chimera faction
Left. You're asking why can't I just get them back by myself? Well, I'm a fighter, and
I have no filter whatsoever when I am boiling up with rage, so I don't want to cause any irreversible harm since I simply can't control
Myself. So, what's wrong with me hiring a hit?
Is that a problem?
No, didn't think so.
Ah, isn't it great
That we're on the same page, newb?
Eh, anyway, I have all the intentions in the
World to just hire the Cold Flames. I
Have to get my roosters back! I don't want anyone to do anything to my precious sons!
Or things are going to get ugly!
That's right, I'm the insane rooster lady! And I'm proud
Of that fact! And I'll stop at nothing to get every single
One of them back! Look, I
Know I am not the most intelligent gal out there, brawns over brains, and I struggle to read, but
My precious babies are the world to me! So,
You should know that no matter what, I
Plan to get them back! I'll be
Rescuing them at all costs!
Even if someone has to die! Oh,
Calm down, I am not going to have the Cold Flames kill anyone,
I promise! Just give them
One good old warning on what
Ultimately happens when
Someone messes with me!
Look, you don't mess with me,
I'm a boxer and, I can
Take pretty much
The entire FYGHT CLOBB out with one
Little punch.
Eh, that's too powerful? Well,
Fooey to you, I've been training since
I was young, so of course I'm
Going to be a strong lady.
Hah, you doubting my strength?
That's pretty uncool.
Eh, well, whatever! To be honest, I
Really just don't want to kill
Since I'm too strong, so hiring
One single
Hit is the way to go!
My livelihood is on the line here,
Ya know? My precious babies, my children. I'll
Get them all back,
Or my name isn't Malika!
So, here goes, I'm ready! I'll hire a
Hit! Let's go!"
It had been about two months since the FYGHT CLOBB had dealt with the train inside the hollow. Not much had happened since then. Continuing on with business as usual, there had been next to no battles involving hollows. Going back to business as usual, not much had been out of the ordinary.
Multiple rooster fights taking place for weeks on end, the dennies had begun to flow in left, right, and center. But, there had been something quite off about some of the participants. Multiple people looking almost too familiar, Malika knew something was up, but could not quite make it out for some reason.
And, today, the worst was ready to devour all.
A tall adult woman could hear her phone ringing off the rails as she woke up for the morning. Annoying ringtone playing over and over again, the lady let out a groan. For the love of everything, whoever was trying to call her this early, could they please wait at least an hour before being a bother?
Letting everything go to voice mail, she covered her face with her pillow. Rings continuing, the lady tuned it out. Go away, stop calling, can't whomever is trying to reach her see she's trying to sleep? She needs her beauty sleep, like, hello? Some people just didn't understand, did they? Of course they didn't. No one could ever hope to understand a woman as beautiful as herself.
Dozing off once more, the lady could soon hear a loud knock on her door rip her away from dreamland. Hearing such racket, she let out a screech. Who was annoying her while she was getting her shut eye? It wasn't time to get up yet, like hello? For the love of the world, do not wake her up early, ever. They're just asking for it at this point.
"Malika, wake up already!" a voice screeched, banging upon the door like a madpenguin. "How many times am I going to have ask you? Get up and get out of bed!"
Hair plopping in front of her face, Malika tried to fake a loud snore. Nope, it wasn't ten o'clock yet, she's not moving from this spot, even if someone begs her to. Who did they think they were? Were they asking for a fight? Seemed like they were asking for a fight to her. Get outta here with that nonsense, she ain't moving, buh bye.
"Baron, I told you like, a gajillion times," Malika said in annoyed tone. "If it's before ten o'clock, don't bother me."
"First of all, gajillion is not a number," Baron said on the other side of the door, tone annoyed. "And second, now is not the time for beauty sleep. Zinn has been calling me nonstop to ask you to call them." A loud sigh was ready to eat the door. "So, get out of bed now."
Demands coming her way, Malika bit her lower lip. Who died and made Baron in charge, hmm? Sighing, she dragged herself out of the covers. Gazing at her clock, the little hand hovered in between the seven and eight. Big hand swiping past the nine, she could hardly stand to look at it. How dare Baron wake her up this early. It wasn't ten o'clock, like, hello? It should be a crime to wake up a woman before she herself was ready to say good morning.
"Baron, it's a quarter to eight! Can't you tell Zinn to call back after ten?" Malika groaned at the door. "I've told ya so many times now to not disturb my beauty sleep!"
"For the love of, Malika, I don't care if it's before ten!" Baron cried. "Get out of bed and call them back already!" They rose their voice as they continued. "You know if they call this early, it's something important!"
"Whatever, but I'm brushing my hair first!" A defiant screech was almost ready to break the door.
"We don't have time for that!" Baron cried. "Zinn said to call them back now!"
"I don't care, Baron! I will not call them back until I brush my hair!" She slammed her foot on the ground.
"Fine, but if it's something serious, it's your fault if it gets worse. Hope you know that." They soon wheeled away as they said such.
Letting out a yawn, Malika stood in front of her mirror. Staring back at her had been an incredibly tall woman with massive muscles, and no lashes whatsoever. Messy blonde hair going down to about her chest, her rosy cheeks contrasted nearly permanent scowl. Sighing, her penguin crests were even messier than her locks. But, that wasn't important right now.
Bristles doing their duty, she stared at her reflection for a little while longer. Had she gained too much muscle? Maybe she was starting to look too masculine. She could feel a slight wave of panic flow through her as she thought such. After all that effort on her journey to womanhood, she didn't look the part at all, did she? What should she do? Maybe she hadn't done enough jabs lately.
False eyelashes slapped on, her orange pupils glowed like the sun. Everything was all better now. Hearing a knock on the door again, her plastic lashes pulsated. For the love of, could Baron give her one more minute? She wasn't ready yet. She wasn't ready at all. But, she knew her sibling would annoy her until she answered him.
"Alright, alright, I'm done now, alright?" Malika cried. "I'll call them, okay?"
Reaching for her phone, she twirled her hair. What could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait until she woke up? Unbelievable. Absolute madness. As soon as that stupid frog picks up, she's going to tell them they're a boob. That'll get them! But, she shook her head. That would make her look quite immature, wouldn't it? Come on now, she was in her thirties, not teens! Groaning, she pressed the calling application.
{+55 558 398-5211}
{Ring, ring, ring}
{Zinn: |Letting out a loud groan.| Are ya kidding me, Malika? I called yer phone at least ten times this morning, ten times! Ya know, I don't care if yer getting yer beauty sleep of whatevs. Ya know if I call yer phone before ten it's an emergency! But, I get it, aint' ten o'clock yet, so you ain't got no care in th' world, do ya? Don't answer that by the way, I know I'm right.}
{Malika: |Sighing like it was in her job description.| Darling, I'm sure it's not so important that we have to call before ten o'clock! Like, come on, now. |She let out a fake yawn as she continued.| I need my lady sleep, you know? I need my full eight hours! I told you that multiple times, Zinn! And, I told Baron that, too!}
{Zinn: |Their voice had begun to raise.| Yer seriously playing that card again? Cut it out, Malika, ya know this is an emergency, ribbit. I told ya that. Who cares about yer beauty sleep right now? I sure ain't care none! Aight? Don't make me repeat myself, ya know I despise doin' that with every fiber of my being.}
{Malika: Alright, alright, fine, what's the emergency?}
{Zinn: The FYGHT CLOBB's been robbed clean!}
{Malika: Sorry, could you repeat that?}
{Zinn: You heard me, Malika! The FYGHT CLOBB has been robbed clean?}
{Malika: Robbed clean of what?}
{Zinn: Fer the love of, all brawns and no brain!}
{Malika: Like you're one to talk Mx. Can't Read.}
{Zinn: I ain't taking that from you, you ain't able to spell nothing!}
<Long silence for over a minute.>
{Malika: So, what do you mean they robbed us clean? Could you at least explain?}
{Zinn: Yer drivin' me nuts, ribbit! Someone took all our stuff! Our equipment, your roosters, everything!}
{Malika: Say that second one again!}
{Zinn: Are ya for real right now? Yer roosters were robbed, too.}
{Malika: Whoever did that will pay! While I outta! I'm hanging up, bye!}
{Zinn: Wait-.} *click*.
Squeezing her phone hard, Malika almost broke the mechanical creature. Slapping on her pink fighter shirt and pants, she dashed out the door. Feet faster than her sibling's wheels, she could soon hear Baron screech at her like a banshee. But, she tried with all her might to ignore them. She didn't have time for them right now, like hello? She had roosters to save!
"Where are you going this early, Malika?" Baron asked, wheeling beside her.
"To the FYGHT CLOBB! Where else?" She sped off as she said such.
"What did Zinn say?" Baron asked. "It's your fault for taking so long to answer them, you know."
"Does it matter? The FYGHT CLOBB has been robbed clean!" Malika cried. "We have to go!"
"Are you even using your brain right now?" Baron asked. "Do you know how unintelligent it is of you to walk straight into the scene of the crime?"
"I don't care, Baron! I need to go!" Malika screeched, as she said such, she opened the door. But, a holler came after her.
"Just call Pub Sec to get your roosters back for you!" Baron screeched on the wind. But, she had been gone. "You don't listen ever, do you?"
Speeding off to her car, Malika floored it. Pumping the brakes towards the fastest speed possible, she could see bright red and blue lights trail behind her. Seeing such, she let out a loud screech. Oh, no, the cops were already here. Go away. She didn't have time to deal with the likes of these people. Stupid man with wolf ears coming towards her a scolding had come her way.
"Excuse me, miss, this is a slow lane," the dumb wolf cop warned.
"I don't have time for a cop lecture right now, kay?" Malika cried. "My business was robbed!"
"I see, do you need--" But the man had been cut off.
"No, I don't need your help!" Malika cried. "Bye!"
Speeding away, the FYGHT CLOBB was swiftly approaching. Parking lot ransacked, she ran through the doors. Stupid frog talking her ear off to not come here, she tuned them out. Uh, hello, were they using their brain right now? Her precious babies had been taken from her! She wasn't about to let this continue!
Cages opened with nothing inside them, Malika let out a scream. How dare someone think they could get away with taking away her precious sons. Her children, her livelihood in the FYGHT CLOBB. Whoever did this would pay. Letter on the ground, a messy note waited for her every step of the way.
-To the bitter owner who owns these chickens.-
{I've taken your children. You want them back? Better come to Port Elpis! By the way, rooster cockfighting is illegal, so I might have to arrest you for it, you know! Whatever, want your kids back alive? Better come out where I tell you to, or they'll be shipped straight out into Scott Outpost where I'll make sure they die! Te hee!
With love,
Gwenny.}
Reading the note every which way, Malika lowered her eyes into a squint. Port Errpeze? Roozta cogfyghting is illekal? What did any of that mean? But, she could feel the rage build at the last word. Gwenny, how dare she take her children from her! She knew that name, and she knew it well. Who did she think she was, using her cop authority to break into the FYGHT CLOBB? She'll pay, but, how? Lightbulb popping over her head, she knew. The perfect solution. Dashing back towards her car, she sped off towards a certain person's business.
It was time for some cold flames. The FYGHT CLOBB was going to hire a hit. And, she knew the perfect person to ask to take this stupid pony out. That little missy with her loan services. Of course, she was the perfect choice for this. Who else could she possibly ask? Pressing the brakes harder, she repeated it as the shop approached.
It was time to hire a hitman!
Whatever that was, anyway.
***
"My sister can be so unintelligent sometimes. Ugh, it's
You, that aggravating stalker who is following everyone around.
Stop doing that, alright?
I have nothing to
Say to you. So, it's
Time to go away.
Eh, what? Did you
Really just say that now?
Come on, stalker, you
Are just pulling my leg are you
Not? There's no way she went to Cold Flames Loan Services. If you are going to
Breathe lies
Every second, just go away. You need to
Stay out of everyone's business. Honestly, I can't believe you'd have the galls to come
Over here, stalk us all and
Say all this kind of nonsense
That's not even true. So, could you leave?
Ugh, what did you just say to me? You're not lying?
Please, you are definitely not telling me the truth,
I'm tired of playing games with you.
Do you not know how many of us are annoyed by your
Stalking? I'd like to remind you, I'm a fighter with wheels for feet, and I can run you
Over. So, if I were you, I'd leave. There's no way
Malika would hire a loan shark.
Eh, fine, it's
True, she borrowed. Which was very unintelligent of her to do, by the way.
I'm sure she told you, didn't she? She took out a loan to buy those roosters.
My sister isn't very smart. But, I suppose you can surmise that yourself, stalker.
Eh, but what does that matter?
She's already going to try and pay someone to get her chickens back.
She's a fighter herself, I don't get why she can't get
Her own chickens back. But, no, guess not, huh?
Eh, of all the lazy--. Eh, what did you just
Say? She's not lazy. Bold of you to
Go and say that, stalker.
Obviously, it's rather lazy of her to hire a hit. Are you using your brain at all? Ah, I see,
I guess you aren't.
Now, I know you know what happens when you
Go and ask a loan shark for help.
They demand you pay interest.
Of course, you should know that, stalker. You're constantly
Going around and following everyone around.
Oh, I see, so you think you can just lie?
Stop acting like you don't know anything,
That's annoying, it's
Really annoying, and not
A single one of us want any part
In your half truths. But, feel free to keep lying, I
Guess, it'll get you so far in life. I
Honestly have no words for you and your
Terrible dishonesty.
And, I refuse to entertain you
For even a moment.
This is my message to you, stalker.
End these games. You are
Really annoying, and none of us want you in our space. Understand?
The fact that you
Had the nerve to lie--.
Eh, there goes my phone. [Baron, At Cold Flames Loan Services]. I see, so
There's one thing you are being
Honest about. Alright, fine,
I'll apologize for you calling you a liar, but that's it.
Eh, whatever, this is her problem. I won't help her
Fight this battle if
She's going to go ask for help through
Illegal means. Look, if she
Gets arrested, that's not my fault, it's
Hers. This is her mess, not mine."
Slamming the door to the Loan Services shop open, a short young adult woman with spiky pink hair and bright red eyes was polishing a knife at her desk. Violent enthusiasm coming her way, she rubbed her hands together. Ah perfect, perfect, she looked like she was ready for business, absolute perfection.
"Welcome to Cold Flames Loan Services, what kind of dirty job do you need from me today?" Bain asked in a sinister tone. She then put on a smirk. "Oh, oh oh? A returning customer? Lovely, lovely, so, what can I do for you today, hmm?"
"I need your help taking out an enemy for me at Port Elpis!" Malika cried. "They took my precious chickens!" But, there was a long pause.
"Ah, you know I'm not a hitman, right?" Bain asked. "You'll have to go to someone else for that."
"The Flower Silencers aren't taking any other hits right now," Malika responded quickly. "And I ain't asking my enemy, the Drill Dozers for help!"
"Alright, I'll help you, but it'll cost you!" Bain said as she continued to sharpen her sword.
"Name you price! I'll pay anything to get my babies back from that stupid falcon girl!" There was desperation in her voice as she said such.
"Two grand."
Slapping two grand into her hands, she swore she could see Bain smirk. But, she ignored it. This was just like her paying interest on the loan she took out prior. Nothing more, nothing less. This didn't change anything. She would do anything it took to get her babies back. No one takes her precious roosters from her and gets away with it!
"Thank you for your patronage!" Bain cried. "Kaay, I'll take you to Port Elpis now. Follow me!" She cupped her hands around her face as she said such. "Knifeboo, time to go!" But, as she said such, another face came out. Blue haired guppymaid rubbing his eyes, an annoying question popped out.
"Bain, where are you going this early in the morning?" Brume asked, yawning.
"This lovely lady here hired me to be her hitwoman!" Bain shouted.
"But, we're loansharks, not hitmen?" Brume asked, yawning. "I'm probably still dreaming or something, probs."
Bangboo with a knife in their hand, the party of two followed behind in silence. Guided towards a tiny getaway car, Malika rose an eyebrow. Wow, was this thing tiny, would she even fit in there? Probably not. But, that really didn't matter much. At least, not to her anyway. She would do anything in the name of getting her children back!
Soon reaching a very small port that had been mostly gone into complete oblivion, Malika cracked her knuckles. Whoever thinks they can steal her precious children from her was going to get a beating. Gwenny, that monster, who did she think she was using her power as a cop to search and cease her business? Monster, freak, ghost a woman! She'll have karma handed to her, that's for sure!
Short adult woman with brown hair pulled into a ponytail by a black scrunchy, and a sailor suit not befitting of a police officer at all, her stupid sewn on heart patches looked so disgusting, she wanted to rip them off. Roosters screeching in a metal cage next to her, Malika turned towards Bain. She thought she could hold her precious babies hostage, could she? How dare she.
"Searching someone's business and ceasing their properties without a warrant is illegal, you know, Gwenny," Malika said in a sharp tone. "Give me back my children!" But a laugh had come her way.
"And keeping Shamo Chickens to raise them to battle is also illegal!" Gwendolyn shouted, with a sinister laugh. But, as she said such, the creatures clucked. "And, I'm going to--" As she said such, she flew upward. "--Oopsie! I slipped! Your precious children are in the hollow now!"
Stupid cop throwing her precious babies into the nearby hollow, Malika could feel her blood boil. How dare this woman throw her children in there! She had to get them back right now! Whispering at the hitlady to get her, she watched as Bain's knives had come towards the stupid bird's torso. She would pay for what she did to her babies! She's pay with her life!
But, that moment never came. Hearing something metallic clang, hands had been twisted. Guppymad gal on the floor, boom. Something incredibly loud had been fired harsh enough to rip her eardrums off. Cold flames turned bright crimson, a pool flooded the floor. Seeing such, her eyes pulsated.
"Whoops! Your little hitwoman took a bit of beating, sorry!" Gwendolyn shouted. "You think you can beat me, hmm? I have every defense mechanism you can think of!" As she said such, a groan came from the ground.
"She's good, too good," Bain said in a weak tone. "Forget about your roosters, Malika, she's going to kill you, and me." As she said such, she lost consciousness.
Putting on her boxing gloves, Malika could feel a spark flow through her. Falcons like this beast were weak by their wings, taking the leap of faith a blow had been dealt to her back. Look of pure bewilderment on her face, she huffed and puffed. That's what this cop gets for stealing her children from her. Get smashed to pieces, pony!
"You want your dumb little roosters back so badly, huh?" Gwendolyn asked, coughing. "Fine, go get your stupid little children back, but tick tock, tick tock, any second now, they'll turn into ethereals! Oopsie!"
Throwing herself into the hollow, Malika could hear various clucks from everywhere. Roosters jolting away, she ran after them. Multiple placed back into the cages one after another, eight out of twelve had been back with her. She could feel her heart grow warm again at such. Her babies, her sons, they had come back to her. A few others dashing towards her, eleven of twelve had been in her presence.
Cock-a-doodle-doom!
But, as she reached the end of the hollow, a huge dark energy overtook the area. Rooster engulfed in a black light, a huge faceless monster soon took its place. Seeing such, she could feel her world fall apart. No, her precious son, that falcon did this to him, didn't she? Sighing, she knew nothing could be done.
She had to say goodbye to one of her sons.
Rapid fire punches taking the hideous creature out, the hollow around her disintegrated. Cop and guppymaid lady gone, she grit her teeth. That dumb falcon, she was faking being defeated, wasn't she? Whatever, she's out of here. Dragging herself back to the FYGHT CLOBB, she mourned the loss of her precious twelfth son.
Zinn at the bottom floor tapping their frog feet, Malika rolled her eyes at the dumb amphibian. Ah, what kind of nonsense were they gonna say to her now? She fought a cop, how stupid of her. Well, uh, hello? Brawn over brain. If she could solve things by fighting, she would do the violent option. She wasn't about to let that dumb falcon lady take her children away from her!
"Got yerself into trouble, didn't ya?" Zinn asked in annoyed tone. "I told ya not to go after the thief!"
"I'll have you know it was those dumb ponies illegally ceasing our property without permission!" Malika cried. "Move out of the way so I can put my children back into their home!"
"Whatevs." Zinn barreled upstairs as they said such.
Placing her precious children into their home, Malika filled up their food containers. Roosters locking eyes with her, they all clucked like their lives depended on it. Bidding farewell to her precious children, she dashed off towards her vehicle. Gazing at her watch, she studied the hands. Little hand pointing at the nine and big one on the twelve, she groaned. All this, and it wasn't even ten o'clock yet? Whatever, she's going back to bed now.
Reaching her abode, she threw her shoes across the wall. Nightgown reading, number one princess on it, she flopped back onto her bed. Feeling herself grow tired once more, she could feel herself ready to dream about being a princess in the castle again, but a few thoughts had begun to parade around in her mind before she could do so.
Those ponies, who did they think they were illegally ceasing the FYGHT CLOBB's property like that? Someone ought to tell Public Security about all their wrongdoings and do something about it! But, whatever, not her problem, it's not ten o'clock. She'll tell someone about it later. Feeling herself about ready to doze off, one final inkling splattered red on the floor.
Next time anyone takes her children away from her, they're gonna get it.
By the way, in case anyone is wondering, Shamo Chickens are chickens bred for fighting. So, yeah.
Anyway, back to Siorc anthologies next week, yipee!
"Sup, newb! Surprised I addressed you directly!
Uhuhu, well, well, well, unlike everyone else, I'm
Pretty friendly and nice to everyone! Well, I'm a pretty amicable person besides my resting <redacted> face!
My face is just weird, and I dunno how to fix it, kay? But, that's okay, newb, I can try to smile for
You! But it'll be very hard! I got the muscle everywhere except my face! So, anyway,
Newb, tell me what brings you here? You're obviously here for
A reason, aren't ya? Could ya tell us, no, me, what it is exactly you're here for? Depending on you're here for, I
Might not be able to answer because I have an
Emergency on my hands, I know you just got here, newb, but yeah.
I do gotta say that I have to run
Soon! Cause something bad happened! Are you going to ask
Me to tell ya all about that? Well,
Aight, newb, since I'm in a
Little bit of a rush,
I, Malika, am going to give you the lightning round,
Kay? Try to follow
Along as best you can. Of course, it's cool if
You can't, and I'll try my best
Over here to explain the whole thing if you need, but
Uh, anyway! Don't got no time for that! Well, for starters, someone stole all of
My roosters! What?
Are you expecting me to say something else? I see,
You were expecting more, weren't you? Gonna be real with you, newb, I dunno what you're expecting? I run a rooster cockfighting ring. And I have to
Keep my game in check, but
Nope! Some freak broke in a stole all my chickens!
Of course they had to take all of them!
What am I supposed to do? I dunno, but I
Might just blow up!
Eh? Are they really
All that important, you ask?
So, you really don't know, huh? I see!
This is pretty easy to explain to someone who doesn't get it, so
Here we go. For starters, these aren't just any roosters! They're Shamo Chickens, newb! Hmm, you don't know what those are?
Ah, of course you don't, but there's okay, newb, after all, I'm a nice lady, so I'll just
Tell you all I know. These are roosters, yes I know, I just called them
Chickens, can you forgive me? They're both the same species anyway, which let me just say, these
Roosters are special, and they're specifically trained for fighting. So, when I learned that, I knew I needed a whole dozen of them! My sibling tried to talk me out of it
At least a triple dozen times, but I told them I don't care what they think, I need a dozen of these
Zany little fellas! But, at the time, I didn't have any dennies to buy them. Ah, newb, I suppose I know what you're thinking. How did I get my roosters, then? Ah, see, that look on
Your face tells me I'm probably not wrong. Women's intuition! But, I now will answer you on how I obtained my
Roosters without any money to my name! Can you guess how I did that?
Oh, you have a few guesses, huh?
Okay, tell big sister Malika what you might be
Supposing! Go ahead, I won't get mad if you're wrong, okay? Huh, you
Think I stole some dennies?
Er er, wrong! Well, okay actually, that's technically not wrong, but we didn't go and
Rob a bank! But, the way we obtained the dennies for my roosters. Because it wasn't exactly, err,
Legal, ya know? So, go
Ahead and guess again, I'm listening.
Don't worry, I ain't gonna get annoyed at
You if you get it wrong
Again, I can promise you that. I'm
Not easy to make angry despite my resting <redacted> face
Disposition. So, feel free to guess
One more time exactly
How I was able to get the
Money to afford my chickens. Oh, asked a loan shark to borrow money? Ding ding ding,
You got it, newb! You're right! That's how I
Got the money to afford
Our roosters. Well, you're probably going to ask,
So, I'll tell you how much Shamo Chickens cost, about five
Hundred thousand dennies for a dozen. Hmm? That's a crazy price for them? I know. And
Now, someone stole all
Of them while I was sleeping! And
The owner of the FYGHT CLOBB said nothing! It's almost like Zinn
Has a deep seeded abhorrence towards
Every single one of my roosters!
Yikes, I need to get them back!
And, how am I going to get my
Roosters back you ask, newb?
Eh, since you already know I obtained my money through illegal means, I guess I can tell you where I
Got it from, too. But, first! Why don't you make
One single guess on where I got the money? Who lent it to me? Do you know,
Newb? After all, you're always around the block and talking to everyone, aren't you? So, I'm sure you know the answer! Go ahead, I'm listening!
Err, Cold Flames, is that what you just
Said to me? Well, ding ding ding, you're right again!
Oh, newb, you're completely on the
Money, congratulations, you're
Exactly correct! Yes, we went
Over to the Cold Flames and begged for their money! Well,
Not we, but me. Maybe I should stop saying we, but
Eh, it's a force of habit, and I really can't stop saying
That since I'm pretty much always referring to myself as we when talking to strangers.
Okay that was a bit
Of a tangent I went on! I
Know, so allow me to go back on topic. Okay, so let
Me get back on track, I begged the guppymaid at the desk for money for my chickens! And she said
Yes, and I signed my life away! Okay, I didn't, but she told me she'll be collecting interest! I told her we'll do payment plans! She was
Really nice about it! She shockingly agreed to do an installment
Of ten payment plans
Over the course of two years.
So, the fact someone stole my roosters right under my nose?
That makes me feel so many
Evil things! And, I will be hiring someone to get my
Roosters back by force! And how do I hope to achieve
Such a thing, newb? I'm sure you can guess
That! Come on, newb, I'm listening, give me a little guess, and I'll tell you
How right or wrong you are! Go ahead, I'll give you
Eight seconds, okay? Ah, hmm, could
You please repeat what you just said? Oh. You got it! I'm going to hire
A hitman! Huh, is that a little bit
Ridiculous to get my roosters back? Well, listen, I'll do all it takes to get my chickens back!
Even if it means I have to go
About it in a bit of a violent way! I have absolutely no intention at all of
Letting my precious chickens so! I will be
Leading myself down a violent path of
Getting a hitman! Because I will stop at nothing to get all
Of them back! Absolutely
Nothing, newb, do you understand? Hope you do!
Eh, well, if you don't, it's cool, no hard feelings. I'm just saying,
I'm not letting anyone take my precious babies from me! These roosters are my sons! And, you don't take a woman's son from her! Well, sons in my case!
No one should take my twelve sons away from me and get away from it! So, yeah, I'm going to hire a hitman! I'll get
Every one of them back of I hire a hitman to
Eliminate the person who took them from me! But,
Do I know of a hitman group who would be crazy enough to help? Ah, well, sadly,
The Flower Silencers aren't taking any new hits, so that's not an
Option for us, that little flower store to begin with has one of our enemies. And, I don't want anything to do with them. Can you
Guess who it is? I'll give you
One chance to guess. Ah,
Huh? You already knew. I see, and you were nice enough to not say her name!
I'm grateful for that, newb, thank you! But, it would seem
Right now, the store's closed and only accepting normal flower requests, or something.
Eh, well, whatever, I wasn't planning on going to
Ask that group for help anyway. And, I soon found out that the Drill Dozers contain my ex-brother as a member of their little ragtag group, so I
Have no intention of hiring them! Not ever again! And, now
I'm sure you intended to ask me about the others. So, I'll
Tell you right now. I ain't asking the maids, either!
My ex-cousin is also
Apart of that group! And,
No, I'm not asking the Inferno Punishers either, my other ex-cousins are in that group.
And, don't bring up the ponies
Neither, because I will be
Dead the moment I ask a single pony for
Help! I'm pretty sure I'm on their watchlist newb. Look, it's not like rooster cockfighting is illegal, or
Anything! But those viscous like cops are ready to make a law about it to paint me as an evil
Villain who needs to be arrested which, I'm pretty sure they'll do that if I
Even dare to ask them for help! So, I ain't gonna go and ask, newb. Ah, am I scared of the ponies? No, I ain't scared nothing. Understand?
They don't scare me at all!
How could I be scared of those cops that are clearly corrupt? I ain't, and so since I will not
Even consider this group to help save
My precious sons, my babies, there currently only remains one last option. I don't think I need to ask you who it is, right?
Eh, that's right, the Cold Flames! I mean, come on, newb, you know that already, right? After all, they're pretty much the only chimera faction
Left. You're asking why can't I just get them back by myself? Well, I'm a fighter, and
I have no filter whatsoever when I am boiling up with rage, so I don't want to cause any irreversible harm since I simply can't control
Myself. So, what's wrong with me hiring a hit?
Is that a problem?
No, didn't think so.
Ah, isn't it great
That we're on the same page, newb?
Eh, anyway, I have all the intentions in the
World to just hire the Cold Flames. I
Have to get my roosters back! I don't want anyone to do anything to my precious sons!
Or things are going to get ugly!
That's right, I'm the insane rooster lady! And I'm proud
Of that fact! And I'll stop at nothing to get every single
One of them back! Look, I
Know I am not the most intelligent gal out there, brawns over brains, and I struggle to read, but
My precious babies are the world to me! So,
You should know that no matter what, I
Plan to get them back! I'll be
Rescuing them at all costs!
Even if someone has to die! Oh,
Calm down, I am not going to have the Cold Flames kill anyone,
I promise! Just give them
One good old warning on what
Ultimately happens when
Someone messes with me!
Look, you don't mess with me,
I'm a boxer and, I can
Take pretty much
The entire FYGHT CLOBB out with one
Little punch.
Eh, that's too powerful? Well,
Fooey to you, I've been training since
I was young, so of course I'm
Going to be a strong lady.
Hah, you doubting my strength?
That's pretty uncool.
Eh, well, whatever! To be honest, I
Really just don't want to kill
Since I'm too strong, so hiring
One single
Hit is the way to go!
My livelihood is on the line here,
Ya know? My precious babies, my children. I'll
Get them all back,
Or my name isn't Malika!
So, here goes, I'm ready! I'll hire a
Hit! Let's go!"
It had been about two months since the FYGHT CLOBB had dealt with the train inside the hollow. Not much had happened since then. Continuing on with business as usual, there had been next to no battles involving hollows. Going back to business as usual, not much had been out of the ordinary.
Multiple rooster fights taking place for weeks on end, the dennies had begun to flow in left, right, and center. But, there had been something quite off about some of the participants. Multiple people looking almost too familiar, Malika knew something was up, but could not quite make it out for some reason.
And, today, the worst was ready to devour all.
A tall adult woman could hear her phone ringing off the rails as she woke up for the morning. Annoying ringtone playing over and over again, the lady let out a groan. For the love of everything, whoever was trying to call her this early, could they please wait at least an hour before being a bother?
Letting everything go to voice mail, she covered her face with her pillow. Rings continuing, the lady tuned it out. Go away, stop calling, can't whomever is trying to reach her see she's trying to sleep? She needs her beauty sleep, like, hello? Some people just didn't understand, did they? Of course they didn't. No one could ever hope to understand a woman as beautiful as herself.
Dozing off once more, the lady could soon hear a loud knock on her door rip her away from dreamland. Hearing such racket, she let out a screech. Who was annoying her while she was getting her shut eye? It wasn't time to get up yet, like hello? For the love of the world, do not wake her up early, ever. They're just asking for it at this point.
"Malika, wake up already!" a voice screeched, banging upon the door like a madpenguin. "How many times am I going to have ask you? Get up and get out of bed!"
Hair plopping in front of her face, Malika tried to fake a loud snore. Nope, it wasn't ten o'clock yet, she's not moving from this spot, even if someone begs her to. Who did they think they were? Were they asking for a fight? Seemed like they were asking for a fight to her. Get outta here with that nonsense, she ain't moving, buh bye.
"Baron, I told you like, a gajillion times," Malika said in annoyed tone. "If it's before ten o'clock, don't bother me."
"First of all, gajillion is not a number," Baron said on the other side of the door, tone annoyed. "And second, now is not the time for beauty sleep. Zinn has been calling me nonstop to ask you to call them." A loud sigh was ready to eat the door. "So, get out of bed now."
Demands coming her way, Malika bit her lower lip. Who died and made Baron in charge, hmm? Sighing, she dragged herself out of the covers. Gazing at her clock, the little hand hovered in between the seven and eight. Big hand swiping past the nine, she could hardly stand to look at it. How dare Baron wake her up this early. It wasn't ten o'clock, like, hello? It should be a crime to wake up a woman before she herself was ready to say good morning.
"Baron, it's a quarter to eight! Can't you tell Zinn to call back after ten?" Malika groaned at the door. "I've told ya so many times now to not disturb my beauty sleep!"
"For the love of, Malika, I don't care if it's before ten!" Baron cried. "Get out of bed and call them back already!" They rose their voice as they continued. "You know if they call this early, it's something important!"
"Whatever, but I'm brushing my hair first!" A defiant screech was almost ready to break the door.
"We don't have time for that!" Baron cried. "Zinn said to call them back now!"
"I don't care, Baron! I will not call them back until I brush my hair!" She slammed her foot on the ground.
"Fine, but if it's something serious, it's your fault if it gets worse. Hope you know that." They soon wheeled away as they said such.
Letting out a yawn, Malika stood in front of her mirror. Staring back at her had been an incredibly tall woman with massive muscles, and no lashes whatsoever. Messy blonde hair going down to about her chest, her rosy cheeks contrasted nearly permanent scowl. Sighing, her penguin crests were even messier than her locks. But, that wasn't important right now.
Bristles doing their duty, she stared at her reflection for a little while longer. Had she gained too much muscle? Maybe she was starting to look too masculine. She could feel a slight wave of panic flow through her as she thought such. After all that effort on her journey to womanhood, she didn't look the part at all, did she? What should she do? Maybe she hadn't done enough jabs lately.
False eyelashes slapped on, her orange pupils glowed like the sun. Everything was all better now. Hearing a knock on the door again, her plastic lashes pulsated. For the love of, could Baron give her one more minute? She wasn't ready yet. She wasn't ready at all. But, she knew her sibling would annoy her until she answered him.
"Alright, alright, I'm done now, alright?" Malika cried. "I'll call them, okay?"
Reaching for her phone, she twirled her hair. What could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait until she woke up? Unbelievable. Absolute madness. As soon as that stupid frog picks up, she's going to tell them they're a boob. That'll get them! But, she shook her head. That would make her look quite immature, wouldn't it? Come on now, she was in her thirties, not teens! Groaning, she pressed the calling application.
{+55 558 398-5211}
{Ring, ring, ring}
{Zinn: |Letting out a loud groan.| Are ya kidding me, Malika? I called yer phone at least ten times this morning, ten times! Ya know, I don't care if yer getting yer beauty sleep of whatevs. Ya know if I call yer phone before ten it's an emergency! But, I get it, aint' ten o'clock yet, so you ain't got no care in th' world, do ya? Don't answer that by the way, I know I'm right.}
{Malika: |Sighing like it was in her job description.| Darling, I'm sure it's not so important that we have to call before ten o'clock! Like, come on, now. |She let out a fake yawn as she continued.| I need my lady sleep, you know? I need my full eight hours! I told you that multiple times, Zinn! And, I told Baron that, too!}
{Zinn: |Their voice had begun to raise.| Yer seriously playing that card again? Cut it out, Malika, ya know this is an emergency, ribbit. I told ya that. Who cares about yer beauty sleep right now? I sure ain't care none! Aight? Don't make me repeat myself, ya know I despise doin' that with every fiber of my being.}
{Malika: Alright, alright, fine, what's the emergency?}
{Zinn: The FYGHT CLOBB's been robbed clean!}
{Malika: Sorry, could you repeat that?}
{Zinn: You heard me, Malika! The FYGHT CLOBB has been robbed clean?}
{Malika: Robbed clean of what?}
{Zinn: Fer the love of, all brawns and no brain!}
{Malika: Like you're one to talk Mx. Can't Read.}
{Zinn: I ain't taking that from you, you ain't able to spell nothing!}
<Long silence for over a minute.>
{Malika: So, what do you mean they robbed us clean? Could you at least explain?}
{Zinn: Yer drivin' me nuts, ribbit! Someone took all our stuff! Our equipment, your roosters, everything!}
{Malika: Say that second one again!}
{Zinn: Are ya for real right now? Yer roosters were robbed, too.}
{Malika: Whoever did that will pay! While I outta! I'm hanging up, bye!}
{Zinn: Wait-.} *click*.
Squeezing her phone hard, Malika almost broke the mechanical creature. Slapping on her pink fighter shirt and pants, she dashed out the door. Feet faster than her sibling's wheels, she could soon hear Baron screech at her like a banshee. But, she tried with all her might to ignore them. She didn't have time for them right now, like hello? She had roosters to save!
"Where are you going this early, Malika?" Baron asked, wheeling beside her.
"To the FYGHT CLOBB! Where else?" She sped off as she said such.
"What did Zinn say?" Baron asked. "It's your fault for taking so long to answer them, you know."
"Does it matter? The FYGHT CLOBB has been robbed clean!" Malika cried. "We have to go!"
"Are you even using your brain right now?" Baron asked. "Do you know how unintelligent it is of you to walk straight into the scene of the crime?"
"I don't care, Baron! I need to go!" Malika screeched, as she said such, she opened the door. But, a holler came after her.
"Just call Pub Sec to get your roosters back for you!" Baron screeched on the wind. But, she had been gone. "You don't listen ever, do you?"
Speeding off to her car, Malika floored it. Pumping the brakes towards the fastest speed possible, she could see bright red and blue lights trail behind her. Seeing such, she let out a loud screech. Oh, no, the cops were already here. Go away. She didn't have time to deal with the likes of these people. Stupid man with wolf ears coming towards her a scolding had come her way.
"Excuse me, miss, this is a slow lane," the dumb wolf cop warned.
"I don't have time for a cop lecture right now, kay?" Malika cried. "My business was robbed!"
"I see, do you need--" But the man had been cut off.
"No, I don't need your help!" Malika cried. "Bye!"
Speeding away, the FYGHT CLOBB was swiftly approaching. Parking lot ransacked, she ran through the doors. Stupid frog talking her ear off to not come here, she tuned them out. Uh, hello, were they using their brain right now? Her precious babies had been taken from her! She wasn't about to let this continue!
Cages opened with nothing inside them, Malika let out a scream. How dare someone think they could get away with taking away her precious sons. Her children, her livelihood in the FYGHT CLOBB. Whoever did this would pay. Letter on the ground, a messy note waited for her every step of the way.
-To the bitter owner who owns these chickens.-
{I've taken your children. You want them back? Better come to Port Elpis! By the way, rooster cockfighting is illegal, so I might have to arrest you for it, you know! Whatever, want your kids back alive? Better come out where I tell you to, or they'll be shipped straight out into Scott Outpost where I'll make sure they die! Te hee!
With love,
Gwenny.}
Reading the note every which way, Malika lowered her eyes into a squint. Port Errpeze? Roozta cogfyghting is illekal? What did any of that mean? But, she could feel the rage build at the last word. Gwenny, how dare she take her children from her! She knew that name, and she knew it well. Who did she think she was, using her cop authority to break into the FYGHT CLOBB? She'll pay, but, how? Lightbulb popping over her head, she knew. The perfect solution. Dashing back towards her car, she sped off towards a certain person's business.
It was time for some cold flames. The FYGHT CLOBB was going to hire a hit. And, she knew the perfect person to ask to take this stupid pony out. That little missy with her loan services. Of course, she was the perfect choice for this. Who else could she possibly ask? Pressing the brakes harder, she repeated it as the shop approached.
It was time to hire a hitman!
Whatever that was, anyway.
***
"My sister can be so unintelligent sometimes. Ugh, it's
You, that aggravating stalker who is following everyone around.
Stop doing that, alright?
I have nothing to
Say to you. So, it's
Time to go away.
Eh, what? Did you
Really just say that now?
Come on, stalker, you
Are just pulling my leg are you
Not? There's no way she went to Cold Flames Loan Services. If you are going to
Breathe lies
Every second, just go away. You need to
Stay out of everyone's business. Honestly, I can't believe you'd have the galls to come
Over here, stalk us all and
Say all this kind of nonsense
That's not even true. So, could you leave?
Ugh, what did you just say to me? You're not lying?
Please, you are definitely not telling me the truth,
I'm tired of playing games with you.
Do you not know how many of us are annoyed by your
Stalking? I'd like to remind you, I'm a fighter with wheels for feet, and I can run you
Over. So, if I were you, I'd leave. There's no way
Malika would hire a loan shark.
Eh, fine, it's
True, she borrowed. Which was very unintelligent of her to do, by the way.
I'm sure she told you, didn't she? She took out a loan to buy those roosters.
My sister isn't very smart. But, I suppose you can surmise that yourself, stalker.
Eh, but what does that matter?
She's already going to try and pay someone to get her chickens back.
She's a fighter herself, I don't get why she can't get
Her own chickens back. But, no, guess not, huh?
Eh, of all the lazy--. Eh, what did you just
Say? She's not lazy. Bold of you to
Go and say that, stalker.
Obviously, it's rather lazy of her to hire a hit. Are you using your brain at all? Ah, I see,
I guess you aren't.
Now, I know you know what happens when you
Go and ask a loan shark for help.
They demand you pay interest.
Of course, you should know that, stalker. You're constantly
Going around and following everyone around.
Oh, I see, so you think you can just lie?
Stop acting like you don't know anything,
That's annoying, it's
Really annoying, and not
A single one of us want any part
In your half truths. But, feel free to keep lying, I
Guess, it'll get you so far in life. I
Honestly have no words for you and your
Terrible dishonesty.
And, I refuse to entertain you
For even a moment.
This is my message to you, stalker.
End these games. You are
Really annoying, and none of us want you in our space. Understand?
The fact that you
Had the nerve to lie--.
Eh, there goes my phone. [Baron, At Cold Flames Loan Services]. I see, so
There's one thing you are being
Honest about. Alright, fine,
I'll apologize for you calling you a liar, but that's it.
Eh, whatever, this is her problem. I won't help her
Fight this battle if
She's going to go ask for help through
Illegal means. Look, if she
Gets arrested, that's not my fault, it's
Hers. This is her mess, not mine."
Slamming the door to the Loan Services shop open, a short young adult woman with spiky pink hair and bright red eyes was polishing a knife at her desk. Violent enthusiasm coming her way, she rubbed her hands together. Ah perfect, perfect, she looked like she was ready for business, absolute perfection.
"Welcome to Cold Flames Loan Services, what kind of dirty job do you need from me today?" Bain asked in a sinister tone. She then put on a smirk. "Oh, oh oh? A returning customer? Lovely, lovely, so, what can I do for you today, hmm?"
"I need your help taking out an enemy for me at Port Elpis!" Malika cried. "They took my precious chickens!" But, there was a long pause.
"Ah, you know I'm not a hitman, right?" Bain asked. "You'll have to go to someone else for that."
"The Flower Silencers aren't taking any other hits right now," Malika responded quickly. "And I ain't asking my enemy, the Drill Dozers for help!"
"Alright, I'll help you, but it'll cost you!" Bain said as she continued to sharpen her sword.
"Name you price! I'll pay anything to get my babies back from that stupid falcon girl!" There was desperation in her voice as she said such.
"Two grand."
Slapping two grand into her hands, she swore she could see Bain smirk. But, she ignored it. This was just like her paying interest on the loan she took out prior. Nothing more, nothing less. This didn't change anything. She would do anything it took to get her babies back. No one takes her precious roosters from her and gets away with it!
"Thank you for your patronage!" Bain cried. "Kaay, I'll take you to Port Elpis now. Follow me!" She cupped her hands around her face as she said such. "Knifeboo, time to go!" But, as she said such, another face came out. Blue haired guppymaid rubbing his eyes, an annoying question popped out.
"Bain, where are you going this early in the morning?" Brume asked, yawning.
"This lovely lady here hired me to be her hitwoman!" Bain shouted.
"But, we're loansharks, not hitmen?" Brume asked, yawning. "I'm probably still dreaming or something, probs."
Bangboo with a knife in their hand, the party of two followed behind in silence. Guided towards a tiny getaway car, Malika rose an eyebrow. Wow, was this thing tiny, would she even fit in there? Probably not. But, that really didn't matter much. At least, not to her anyway. She would do anything in the name of getting her children back!
Soon reaching a very small port that had been mostly gone into complete oblivion, Malika cracked her knuckles. Whoever thinks they can steal her precious children from her was going to get a beating. Gwenny, that monster, who did she think she was using her power as a cop to search and cease her business? Monster, freak, ghost a woman! She'll have karma handed to her, that's for sure!
Short adult woman with brown hair pulled into a ponytail by a black scrunchy, and a sailor suit not befitting of a police officer at all, her stupid sewn on heart patches looked so disgusting, she wanted to rip them off. Roosters screeching in a metal cage next to her, Malika turned towards Bain. She thought she could hold her precious babies hostage, could she? How dare she.
"Searching someone's business and ceasing their properties without a warrant is illegal, you know, Gwenny," Malika said in a sharp tone. "Give me back my children!" But a laugh had come her way.
"And keeping Shamo Chickens to raise them to battle is also illegal!" Gwendolyn shouted, with a sinister laugh. But, as she said such, the creatures clucked. "And, I'm going to--" As she said such, she flew upward. "--Oopsie! I slipped! Your precious children are in the hollow now!"
Stupid cop throwing her precious babies into the nearby hollow, Malika could feel her blood boil. How dare this woman throw her children in there! She had to get them back right now! Whispering at the hitlady to get her, she watched as Bain's knives had come towards the stupid bird's torso. She would pay for what she did to her babies! She's pay with her life!
But, that moment never came. Hearing something metallic clang, hands had been twisted. Guppymad gal on the floor, boom. Something incredibly loud had been fired harsh enough to rip her eardrums off. Cold flames turned bright crimson, a pool flooded the floor. Seeing such, her eyes pulsated.
"Whoops! Your little hitwoman took a bit of beating, sorry!" Gwendolyn shouted. "You think you can beat me, hmm? I have every defense mechanism you can think of!" As she said such, a groan came from the ground.
"She's good, too good," Bain said in a weak tone. "Forget about your roosters, Malika, she's going to kill you, and me." As she said such, she lost consciousness.
Putting on her boxing gloves, Malika could feel a spark flow through her. Falcons like this beast were weak by their wings, taking the leap of faith a blow had been dealt to her back. Look of pure bewilderment on her face, she huffed and puffed. That's what this cop gets for stealing her children from her. Get smashed to pieces, pony!
"You want your dumb little roosters back so badly, huh?" Gwendolyn asked, coughing. "Fine, go get your stupid little children back, but tick tock, tick tock, any second now, they'll turn into ethereals! Oopsie!"
Throwing herself into the hollow, Malika could hear various clucks from everywhere. Roosters jolting away, she ran after them. Multiple placed back into the cages one after another, eight out of twelve had been back with her. She could feel her heart grow warm again at such. Her babies, her sons, they had come back to her. A few others dashing towards her, eleven of twelve had been in her presence.
Cock-a-doodle-doom!
But, as she reached the end of the hollow, a huge dark energy overtook the area. Rooster engulfed in a black light, a huge faceless monster soon took its place. Seeing such, she could feel her world fall apart. No, her precious son, that falcon did this to him, didn't she? Sighing, she knew nothing could be done.
She had to say goodbye to one of her sons.
Rapid fire punches taking the hideous creature out, the hollow around her disintegrated. Cop and guppymaid lady gone, she grit her teeth. That dumb falcon, she was faking being defeated, wasn't she? Whatever, she's out of here. Dragging herself back to the FYGHT CLOBB, she mourned the loss of her precious twelfth son.
Zinn at the bottom floor tapping their frog feet, Malika rolled her eyes at the dumb amphibian. Ah, what kind of nonsense were they gonna say to her now? She fought a cop, how stupid of her. Well, uh, hello? Brawn over brain. If she could solve things by fighting, she would do the violent option. She wasn't about to let that dumb falcon lady take her children away from her!
"Got yerself into trouble, didn't ya?" Zinn asked in annoyed tone. "I told ya not to go after the thief!"
"I'll have you know it was those dumb ponies illegally ceasing our property without permission!" Malika cried. "Move out of the way so I can put my children back into their home!"
"Whatevs." Zinn barreled upstairs as they said such.
Placing her precious children into their home, Malika filled up their food containers. Roosters locking eyes with her, they all clucked like their lives depended on it. Bidding farewell to her precious children, she dashed off towards her vehicle. Gazing at her watch, she studied the hands. Little hand pointing at the nine and big one on the twelve, she groaned. All this, and it wasn't even ten o'clock yet? Whatever, she's going back to bed now.
Reaching her abode, she threw her shoes across the wall. Nightgown reading, number one princess on it, she flopped back onto her bed. Feeling herself grow tired once more, she could feel herself ready to dream about being a princess in the castle again, but a few thoughts had begun to parade around in her mind before she could do so.
Those ponies, who did they think they were illegally ceasing the FYGHT CLOBB's property like that? Someone ought to tell Public Security about all their wrongdoings and do something about it! But, whatever, not her problem, it's not ten o'clock. She'll tell someone about it later. Feeling herself about ready to doze off, one final inkling splattered red on the floor.
Next time anyone takes her children away from her, they're gonna get it.
By the way, in case anyone is wondering, Shamo Chickens are chickens bred for fighting. So, yeah.
Anyway, back to Siorc anthologies next week, yipee!
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