"Hey, did you know that Doodle Quest was originally gonna have four main characters and not three? Griffin, Ara, and Matt are the ones we see in the show, but the fourth was simply named "Number 4". We'll probably never know the original name of the character, but the design was super cool!"
"..."
"Shh...this is my favorite part of the episode. The main villain is gonna appear!"
"..."
"AHA! Did you see that?! That was awesome! I always love when the villain blows up at the end of the episode. I wonder how they produce the effects?"
"..."
"You know, I really do enjoy this format of cartoons over the streaming services we have nowadays. I mean, who the hell wants to sit down for an hour straight for a single episode. Twenty minutes is the sweet spot!"
"..."
Callos continued his animated monologue about the cartoon, the room steeped in an unsettling atmosphere. Derrick, shaken from the recent horrors, struggled to engage with the conversation. Callos abruptly halted his incessant chatter, fixing his gaze on Derrick.
"Hey, why aren't you talking? You don't like the show?" Callos questioned, his confusion palpable.
Derrick's hands trembled uncontrollably as he stammered, "I...a-ah...what? What...just happened?"
In response, Callos, misreading the situation, attributed Derrick's silence to a missed snack opportunity. "Oh, you must be hungry! Want a Lorina? They're pretty good." He handed Derrick a Larino bar, but the traumatized young man abruptly stood up, swatting the bag of cookies away. "Why did you do that?!"
Callos, seemingly indifferent, inquired, "...What do you mean?"
"Why did you kill them?! What did they do to you?! They should have lived!" Derrick's sudden outburst caught Callos off guard momentarily, but he swiftly regained his composure.
Without a shred of remorse, Callos marched into the kitchen, retrieving a large knife. In a horrific act, he jammed the blade into Derrick's stomach, twisting and turning it through his intestines. Aware of Derrick's formidable healing factor, Callos remained indifferent to the pain he inflicted. He then turned the same knife on himself with a disturbing nonchalance, yet his skin, akin to steel, resisted the blade, shattering it like glass. The hilt of the blade dropped on the flood, letting out a large thud noise, returning the room to an eerie silence.
"To live and let live. To kill and let die. That is my decision."
Callos's proclamation lingered in the air, a chilling calm accompanying his brutal decision. Despite the atrocities he had committed, his warm smile and diamond-like eyes painted a stark contrast to the darkness within him. Derrick, sensing the emptiness in Callos since the day they met in The Hole, recognized him for what he was—a primitive being driven solely by his own depraved desires, devoid of higher concepts.
In a surge of rage, Derrick launched an uncoordinated attack, fueled by the singular thought of wanting to end the life of the man standing before him.
Amused by Derrick's outburst, Callos effortlessly seized him by the throat, with a vice grip. The head, the conduit for the Wraith tribe's spiritual flow, suffered interference from the lack of oxygen, slowing down Derrick's healing factor. Derrick, teetering on the brink of consciousness, faced an inevitable blackout.
Indifferent to the aftermath, Callos nonchalantly obliterated the noisy television screen and stepped over the pile of corpses toward the front door. "I'm bored with all of this. I'll be taking my leave, everyone!" With a theatrical bow, he closed the door, leaving behind a room tainted with horror and the echoes of Derrick's desperate desire for vengeance.
The chilling encounter with Callos left behind a trail of devastation, both physical and psychological, as the room stood witness to the clash between one man's unbridled rage and another's indifferent cruelty. The air remained heavy with the remnants of horror, and the shadows of Callos' departure left an unsettling emptiness in its wake.
___
Ying's worry intensified as he glanced at the clock. It had been over 20 minutes since Derrick last left the apartment building.
Where the hell is the kid...
Derrick, under his guidance, had gone to the convenience store, but the delay was starting to concern Ying. Stepping outside into the daylight, he scanned the surroundings for any sign of Derrick. First, he checked the corner store for any sign of Derrick. The atmosphere seemed charged with an uneasy tension.
This spirituality...it feels too familiar to be another random incident. There are traces of Derrick, but also someone else...
Turning a corner, Ying stumbled upon a disturbing scene. The store's door was slightly ajar, and an unnatural stillness settled over the area. As he cautiously entered, a chilling sight unfolded before him. Bodies lay scattered on the floor, and at the center of the grim tableau was Derrick, barely alive. Shock gripped Ying as he rushed to Derrick's side, desperately checking for any signs of life.
"Derrick, you dumbass! What happened?! Wake up!"
Derrick's pulse was weak, and the scene spoke of violence and chaos. Panic surged through Ying as he swiftly dialed emergency services, providing details of the distressing discovery.
Sirens wailed in the distance, signaling the approach of help. A mix of relief and concern washed over Ying. The police would soon arrive to investigate, but a conflicted determination flickered in Ying's eyes. As the authorities neared, he made a quick decision. Gently lifting Derrick's battered form, he whispered a vow to uncover the truth and seek justice for those responsible.
With a resolute gaze, Ying slipped away from the impending arrival of the police. Finding a secluded spot, he cradled Derrick in his arms, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Aware that the police investigation might complicate matters, Ying chose to navigate the situation on his terms.
Leaving the area, he disappeared into the daylight, a lone figure driven by the need to unveil the truth behind the violence and avenge the brutality inflicted upon his mentee, Derrick.
"Just who the hell could have done all this..."
"Hey, did you know that Doodle Quest was originally gonna have four main characters and not three? Griffin, Ara, and Matt are the ones we see in the show, but the fourth was simply named "Number 4". We'll probably never know the original name of the character, but the design was super cool!"
"..."
"Shh...this is my favorite part of the episode. The main villain is gonna appear!"
"..."
"AHA! Did you see that?! That was awesome! I always love when the villain blows up at the end of the episode. I wonder how they produce the effects?"
"..."
"You know, I really do enjoy this format of cartoons over the streaming services we have nowadays. I mean, who the hell wants to sit down for an hour straight for a single episode. Twenty minutes is the sweet spot!"
"..."
Callos continued his animated monologue about the cartoon, the room steeped in an unsettling atmosphere. Derrick, shaken from the recent horrors, struggled to engage with the conversation. Callos abruptly halted his incessant chatter, fixing his gaze on Derrick.
"Hey, why aren't you talking? You don't like the show?" Callos questioned, his confusion palpable.
Derrick's hands trembled uncontrollably as he stammered, "I...a-ah...what? What...just happened?"
In response, Callos, misreading the situation, attributed Derrick's silence to a missed snack opportunity. "Oh, you must be hungry! Want a Lorina? They're pretty good." He handed Derrick a Larino bar, but the traumatized young man abruptly stood up, swatting the bag of cookies away. "Why did you do that?!"
Callos, seemingly indifferent, inquired, "...What do you mean?"
"Why did you kill them?! What did they do to you?! They should have lived!" Derrick's sudden outburst caught Callos off guard momentarily, but he swiftly regained his composure.
Without a shred of remorse, Callos marched into the kitchen, retrieving a large knife. In a horrific act, he jammed the blade into Derrick's stomach, twisting and turning it through his intestines. Aware of Derrick's formidable healing factor, Callos remained indifferent to the pain he inflicted. He then turned the same knife on himself with a disturbing nonchalance, yet his skin, akin to steel, resisted the blade, shattering it like glass. The hilt of the blade dropped on the flood, letting out a large thud noise, returning the room to an eerie silence.
"To live and let live. To kill and let die. That is my decision."
Callos's proclamation lingered in the air, a chilling calm accompanying his brutal decision. Despite the atrocities he had committed, his warm smile and diamond-like eyes painted a stark contrast to the darkness within him. Derrick, sensing the emptiness in Callos since the day they met in The Hole, recognized him for what he was—a primitive being driven solely by his own depraved desires, devoid of higher concepts.
In a surge of rage, Derrick launched an uncoordinated attack, fueled by the singular thought of wanting to end the life of the man standing before him.
Amused by Derrick's outburst, Callos effortlessly seized him by the throat, with a vice grip. The head, the conduit for the Wraith tribe's spiritual flow, suffered interference from the lack of oxygen, slowing down Derrick's healing factor. Derrick, teetering on the brink of consciousness, faced an inevitable blackout.
Indifferent to the aftermath, Callos nonchalantly obliterated the noisy television screen and stepped over the pile of corpses toward the front door. "I'm bored with all of this. I'll be taking my leave, everyone!" With a theatrical bow, he closed the door, leaving behind a room tainted with horror and the echoes of Derrick's desperate desire for vengeance.
The chilling encounter with Callos left behind a trail of devastation, both physical and psychological, as the room stood witness to the clash between one man's unbridled rage and another's indifferent cruelty. The air remained heavy with the remnants of horror, and the shadows of Callos' departure left an unsettling emptiness in its wake.
___
Ying's worry intensified as he glanced at the clock. It had been over 20 minutes since Derrick last left the apartment building.
Where the hell is the kid...
Derrick, under his guidance, had gone to the convenience store, but the delay was starting to concern Ying. Stepping outside into the daylight, he scanned the surroundings for any sign of Derrick. First, he checked the corner store for any sign of Derrick. The atmosphere seemed charged with an uneasy tension.
This spirituality...it feels too familiar to be another random incident. There are traces of Derrick, but also someone else...
Turning a corner, Ying stumbled upon a disturbing scene. The store's door was slightly ajar, and an unnatural stillness settled over the area. As he cautiously entered, a chilling sight unfolded before him. Bodies lay scattered on the floor, and at the center of the grim tableau was Derrick, barely alive. Shock gripped Ying as he rushed to Derrick's side, desperately checking for any signs of life.
"Derrick, you dumbass! What happened?! Wake up!"
Derrick's pulse was weak, and the scene spoke of violence and chaos. Panic surged through Ying as he swiftly dialed emergency services, providing details of the distressing discovery.
Sirens wailed in the distance, signaling the approach of help. A mix of relief and concern washed over Ying. The police would soon arrive to investigate, but a conflicted determination flickered in Ying's eyes. As the authorities neared, he made a quick decision. Gently lifting Derrick's battered form, he whispered a vow to uncover the truth and seek justice for those responsible.
With a resolute gaze, Ying slipped away from the impending arrival of the police. Finding a secluded spot, he cradled Derrick in his arms, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Aware that the police investigation might complicate matters, Ying chose to navigate the situation on his terms.
Leaving the area, he disappeared into the daylight, a lone figure driven by the need to unveil the truth behind the violence and avenge the brutality inflicted upon his mentee, Derrick.
"Just who the hell could have done all this..."
