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Creation
A few years ago there were reports of loud sounds of explosions coming from a certain hotel, these sounds would interrupt the guests and leave them in an array of emotions. Confused and all the way to downright disturbed, complaints of course were made to the hotel's manager.
Whoever’s making that noise, tell them to shut up!
Please get it to stop my baby can’t sleep!
I have a tournament tomorrow. Would you possibly do something about the noise?
They would all plead but nothing was done, and all they could think of this was that it was simply poor noise management. As if the hotel had no grip on their temporary residents. But it was so much deeper than that.
For in the basement of this hotel laid a lab that smelled of foggy smoke, and steel tinted with soot. A burning desire nestled its way into the manager's forefront. The need for creation, blasts chipped at the wall as chemicals combined into something one could only describe as mad. And that it was; mad.
Pounding at the steel walls were sparks of fire escaping from a creature in a long thin white coat, his figure was tall and strong. Although skinny, the figure commanded a menacing and sharp atmosphere. In their hand was a welding machine painted black with blue stripes painted along the edge. The figure was welding together pieces of metal in what seemed to be in the shape of a large circle connected to glass walls along the edge and at the top was a hatch to where a small animal or child could easily enter. The figure turned off the flame and once the sparks stopped flying and everything cooled over he took a stand next to his creation, stepping to it and inspecting it closely. Looking over every inch and crevasse of the work. After a few moments of inspection he knocked on the glass.
Clink
The glass hissed, and the creature sneered. They took a sip of blue soda and then placed it back on top of the machine.
“It’s ready..”
The voice announced to himself, a wash of pride they felt as the creature exited the welding room and entered a more friendly and inviting lobby like environment. The creature picked up a phone and dialed in the number of a wide and deceiving woman. Or perhaps, yo Kai.
“Chello~” said the yo Kai
“What’s the fizzywankle, is the process underway? I’m a busy woman, Skyzor, you should know I haven’t got all day.” She answered.
“I’ve got the tank ready, all I’m gonna need is for you to send over that Cynops and the specimen will be all set by next week.” Skyzor declared as he stood looking over the table playfully messing with a random vial he found laying on the floor.
“Lovely! Absolutely lovely! I’ll get one of my bellhops to send the specimen over right away!” She answered ecstatically. Her voice sounded fancy, a voice so fancy yet so playful. As if it were a crown made of a soft purple foam.
Skyzor ended the call and soon after a mess of figures orderedly fled down the hidden steps reaching the basement lobby. Once the yo Kai stopped in 2 lines the leader reached into his pocket and pulled out a small creature, barely the size of his own hand.
“Splendid” said Skyzor
The bellhop reached his hand out cupping the creature in a single hand swimming about in some water. Skyzor followed suit by placing his own hand under the bellhops. The creature flicked it’s tail and glided forward ever so slightly. The bellhop dropped the creature into Skyzor’s hands, and once he cupped the creature his hands covered it all over. Skyzor opened his hands up a bit to see his new specimen, quickly the mob of bellhops grunted in agreement and fled just as pristinely and orderly as they had arrived. Leaving Skyzor to his specimen.
“Now now, here we go.” Skyzor uttered to himself and the specimen.
Turning away, Skyzor shuffled over to his new machine. He set the creature down carefully on the base of his desk and ran over to grab a large canister of liquid, dumping it into his new machine. Once the machine was filled, he set the canister aside and grabbed the specimen dropping it into the machine.
Kerplunk
The machine went as the creature was dropped. Skyzor sauntered over to his desk, flipping a lever and the machine began to light up, the machine began to rumble.
“It’s working,” Skyzor thought to himself proudly.
Then the machine began to shake and jitter, a bit more than he had expected. The can on top of the machine fell over and blue soda fell into the machine.
“Oh fuck!” Skyzor declared loudly. “Ugh, fine. It’ll work anyways. The drink will probably just dye the skin blue or something. Stupid companies and their stupid cheap dyes!” He rationalizes frustratedly.
Skyzor walks off into the lobby and sits down in a chair, closes his eyes and waits patiently. Falling asleep, keeping perfect sitting posture as he slumbers.
3 hours later
Skyzor wakes up from his nap snapping to consciousness, as if he had been jumping about in his dream. He stood up from the chair and remembered that he had to go check on his newly experimented specimen. Skyzor took to the floors and made his way to the machine, it seemed to be pumping fluids into the liquid. But within that machine there was a tiny creature, it was the same creature from earlier but it's form has changed.
Within those 3 hours, their legs grew out, and their chest puffed. But overall the only real significant change was the size. It had more than doubled and once the creature opened its eyes, their gazes met. Everything about this creature was more human, the face had a small snout still, eyes parted further than the average human. Skyzors
hand was placed on the glass as he peered into the machine.
“You little one, will be an excellent leader.” Asserted Skyzor in a tone, hopeful and boasting with pride. “Keep growing little one, your time is soon.” He sneered, back to his old self.
Skyzor took his hand back away from the glass and turned away to continue adding everything the machine needed. Sitting down at a desk he wrote down observations and bullet pointed his goals and plans for the creature. He flips his paper over and begins sketching the creature, highlighting the unique features and everything in between.
“That reminds me!” He interrupts himself, “I can’t forget the human DNA.” With that, Skyzor stands up and bumps the table as his chair slides back. The vials on his desk fall to the floor, he catches the important one with the DNA.
“That would have been bad” he uttered to himself as he approached the machine and dumped the DNA into the tube.
Once the DNA had been added, the creature wrinkled its snout not seeming to appreciate the sudden changes in its environment. It’s tail shot up as instinct hit him, but little will this do to protect itself from the changes that were about to be made to his very own DNA.
The creature's body changes even more, no longer as salamander-like. The gills grew out more as its arms legs extended, its DNA changed from newt to something other. Mutant.
A week or so later the creature had grown strong enough and Skyzor took it out of the machine. Right from the get go, Skyzor began teaching the little fella how to fight. The one thing that Skyzor ever allowed the creature to choose was a weapon. Little guy had no idea what he was about to get into having only been given free will only moments prior.
Before them, laid on a smooth mat was a pair of kukri knives, a weapon used by the Gurkha, an ax, and lastly a bow and arrow. The little creature looked over these weapons with a wondering smile, unburdened by the outer world and having no knowledge of violence, it giggled and played with its tail. A hint of annoyance flashed before Skyzors eyes and instantaneously, he whacked the little creature's head with a hand. The creature flinched and looked up at their creator, with confusion and a hint of fear relatively hidden by their eyes. Again Skyzor directed the little creature towards the mat, pointing at each one and with plenty of detail explained each one and its use.
“Ugh! Forget it!” Skyzor growled before tossing the ax at the creature's tiny feet.
The creature however stepped away from the ax and hid behind the legs of Skyzor pushing distance between themself and the ax. Clearly getting more upset, Skyzor shook the creature off and again pointed at the weapons.
“Grab the ax already!” Angrily instructed the bird man.
The little creature looked up, still very confused. But slowly made it’s way over to the mat which still had two different weapons, one being the knife pai and the other being the bow and arrow. The little creature stood above the mat and pointed to the knives, to which Skyzor ran a hand along his face with distaste and frustration.
“Fine! The knife! Great. Okay, let’s go.” Skyzor snapped as he scooped up the little creature and the knife pair, before storming off to an even more dangerous environment. The walls and floor covered in thatch, damaged thatch at that. No place for a child to be. Skyzor entered the room and dropped the child and knives to the floor.
“Pick it up” Skyzor ordered
The child looked up from the ground to see a snarl on Skyzors beak, so Skyzor pointed to the knives and waited. The creature looked at the knives and picked them up by the blade. The child jumped back for the blade had cut their tiny hands.
“Pick it up.” Skyzor repeated.
The creature showed Skyzor it’s hands and the cut that hurt it so much. Skyzor shook his head and again pointed to the knives.
“Now.”
The demand was cold and harsh, yet simple and direct. Having no solid prior concept of refusal or rebellion the creature picked up the knives, this time by the handle. Once they picked it up, Skyzor widened his stance hoping that the creature would follow suit. To which the little creature obliged and widened his own stance, looking up at Skyzor the bird man nodded.
“Remember, never let the knife point face you. Otherwise it will hurt you. And we cannot have that, you took too long to make. With far too many materials. Do not waste yourself.” Skyzor warned. “Now stick your right hand out-“ He continued.
Over the course of 2 years, the little creature would train and practice, and grow. Every now and then when he failed to learn a new technique. Skyzor would lock him in a room, with nothing but a simulation that would train him. Not that this was different to how the creature had usually been. No socialization, no friends, and no family. Only training and stabbing, and learning and planning.
“Why am I learning these skills?” Asked the creature one day.
“Don’t question me. Keep swinging.” Skyzor dismissed the creature.
“But I don’t understand.” Pleaded the creature
Skyzor ran his hand along his face clearly annoyed by the sudden questions.
“Fine.” He snapped, “you weren’t supposed to know this yet, but I’m training you to be a leader.”
“A leader?” The creature's eyes sparked with joy and anticipation.
Skyzors eyes narrowed, in the back of his mind he grinned but his face only showed a tedious scowl.
“This is why I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” Skyzor boasts. “Now I’ve got you all worked up and excited, and we can’t have that can we. After all, excitement-“
“-leads to downfall, I’ve heard. But, I’m better than that. You should know this! Thing is, i’ve been doing observations on myself and it seems that whenever I’m excited or happy in the mornings my swings are faster and stronger-“ The creature began to ramble on about his observations.
“But sloppier.” Skyzor took over.
The creature swallowed his spit having just been cut off.
“You may have more power, but your slices become sloppy.” Explained the bird man.
“You’re right…” the creature uttered disheartened.
“Keep practicing.” Skyzor demanded.
Solemnly the creature would go back to his unending pursuit of skill.
This is how days would go when questions were asked if Skyzor had been in his quote unquote good mood. On the worse days however, they wouldn’t always reach a practical conclusion.