“Well- technically I am in control but…well….” He bit his lip, more or less afraid to spread the details of that incident with the traffic hold up and ending up on the news. Patches went down on his hands to try to see the Host better and keep out of sight.
“I…I just can’t trust myself. I-I shouldn’t even be here.”
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“Patches? Don’t. You aren’t stupid at all.. it’s perfectly normal to want to give things a try. If I had a pound for every time I did something like that, I wouldn’t be working here.”
It was mostly due to her being fairly fast on her feet which was her saving grace..
“Well- it nearly sent me down the floor and I should of known better..” They frowned as they sat down on the counter top with his legs sprawled out and his arms behind him.
You could be there all day if you were trying to determine the science behind Host’s abilities. They seemed to define all known science.
He took a small step forward, closer to where Patches was crouched. This was very strange and he wasn’t quite sure what to think of it. Even whispering his voice was a lot louder than it used to be and it was coming from overhead.
“The Host wonders how this happened? Last time Patches was here he was… much smaller.”
He gripped his teeth in anxiety as they stepped a step forward, not wanting them to get close as they worried what they’d do to them. Patches was a monster now he supposed. They clenched the building a bit out of nervousness as the wall cracked a little.
“I- I was making my rounds in a lab and something poured all over me and one thing lead to another and….” He then started to trail off when they looked to the ground. Obviously very upset with this whole thing happening to him.
“P-p-please don’t get close, I don’t want you to get hurt..”
“What do you think I mean? You’ve never been this big before. You don’t know how to handle it.” He took his hands off of him at least as he sat up, now just sitting there with his tail over him.
Now that took him by a shock- and it wasn’t an impressed shock. Still on the ground and his face smushed into the dirt. “You…you have put me in a jar multiple times and nearly drowned me. I’m sorry but how would you help!?”
While the two of them attempted to make a break for it, Derian was getting closer, his shadow casting over the pair as he approached. He knew there was something weird about that moth. He should’ve crushed it when he had the chance. But then again, now also worked. Once he got close enough, a foot came slamming down in front of them.
Both of them came to a screeching halt when the assailant’s foot slamming down in front of them. Patches nearly ran into the thing when he stopped- begging Mothra quietly to just get out of there and forget about him. But instead of doing that she darted at Derian’s face in an instant.
“MOTHRA NO-”
He collects a lot of things in his spare time but does go for more useful stuff such as a tooth pick to protect himself from unwarranted attention. But it wouldn’t be enough to hurt someone that much- it’s more or less just an attempt at a scare tactic.
His tail swished back and forth with pleasure as he listened to him beg. “Relax~ I’m not going not hurt you~” Not that those words would be very reassuring to Patches. He’d heard them from him before. “It looks like you could use some help from an expert~”
Vivid flashbacks make him cry out even more when hearing that damned phrase. With his face in the dirt he dared to glare up at him for a moment- still feeling a horrible twist in his stomach when seeing those ghastly eyes. “Wh-what could you possibly even mean!?”
Well that was something you didn’t see every day. Derian just stared as that moth from earlier literally dragged Patches off the table. The staring didn’t last long though before he was stalking over to them, a blank expression on his face.
Mothra was intensely dragging Patches along across the living room as he was crying while jogging behind her and kept telling her it’s no use running. But the moth wasn’t listening and tried to keep Patches running while he stumbled abit. She’d never seen him this upset before but she wasn’t gonna let him cry anymore.
They were trying to lead him to a vent.
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