"—we now have an update regarding the Reitmire Bank hostage situation happening in Wakubi Springs. The lead hostage taker has just been identified as – Oh, and this is juicy – the recently escaped villain going by the name Dr. King—!
"Oh well that's just horrifying—!"
"—along with two other currently unknown associates—"
"Well, he's uglier than I remember..." Sticks heard Tendril mutter softly under his breath from behind him.
"AND We have news that a popular Vigilant from Seaweed City, going by the name of..." there was a slight pause, followed by the sound of flipping paper, "Mantis—is already on the scene, but let me tell ya folks— with a follower count not even breaking the double digits, this rescue operation is lookin' like it's about to be BEEFED—"
"Not the beef Donald! Not the be—"
The man's laughter cut through the lady's words, which followed with an advertisement for some kind of soda—the commercial popped with a burst of color, causing Sticks to shoot right up from his seat.
So he's here...He's actually here, in this city!
It was as though shots of iced fire torrented through his veins—his rage as immeasurable as the grief. This man was his life once...and now he was the man who took away his first friends. It was unforgivable—and yet...
Tendril stood up as well. The pink boy snapped towards his companion, who regarded him with cool understanding, his tired, dark eyes glistening with alertness. No more words needed to be said.
After 'borrowing' a nearby car that smelled like fresh cheese, they hurtled down the busy streets in silence for the most part. Sticks appreciated the quiet. His thoughts were ravaged by the idea of his inevitable reunion with the man he once loved and adored so dearly. His mind began to script out conversations...and soon it all became so overwhelming (the anger, the anticipation) that Sticks had to force Tendril to swerve to the side where he could relieve himself. When he got back into the car, Sticks still felt the tremble of nausea circling his throat.
"You okay?" Tendril asked him, as he closed the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine..." Sticks mumbled, staring into the glove box.
Wordlessly, Tendril started the ignition with the flick of his tendril that had slithered into the keyhole and drove ahead.
The road to Wakubi Springs was as quiet as it was uneventful. As 'boring' as it might have been for the average person, to Sticks, riding on those roads next to someone he could genuinely call a friend was as close to a real-life dream as it could have been. He wished he could enjoy the moment more. From the dry, overly exposed, desert that was the Flatlands, and the dingy, bare-boned urban ecosystem that was Joji Town, to the luscious, green, glassy wealth of Wakubi Springs, Sticks felt like he had taken a spaceship to another planet as opposed to a thirty-minute car ride to another district.
Had you decided to take a leisurely stroll through the upper streets of Wakubi Springs that day, where the most illustrious branch of the Reitmire Bank made its home, you might have thought a nearby seagull was giving birth to a walrus. But in fact there was no such seagull. Just a very bald, very wrinkling old man. Who happened to be riding a seagull. A mechanical one.
Once Sticks and Tendril reached the bank, the giant building quite literally exploded. The cordon of police vans and reporters had already dispersed and evacuated as a figure's dark silhouette flew into the air, a thin trail of black smoke following him like a burning firework.
Tendril swerved, screeching the car he stole to a halt, and when Sticks finally got out of the vehicle, he realized that the black, smoking falling figure was none other than—
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Evil Is Pink (bxb)
ActionSTICKS is like any other good boy. All he wants to do is to win the approval of his brilliant, scientific genius of a father, who thinks Sticks is about as bright as a toilet seat. Just one thing though. His father might just be the city's local Sup...
