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“I mean…” Dokja looks at 2. “You don’t have to wonder. We can just go and see.”
2 scratches the back of his head. He probably shouldn’t babysit Dokja and at the same time take him to the forest. He saw the memories of Dokja being attacked by thousands of Shantanks and how troublesome it was to get him out of there.
1863 shrugs. “Sure. Why not.”
2 looks at 1863. “What.”
“I thought you wanted to go.” 1863 looks at 2 with his almost permanent deadpan expression.
“Alright let’s go!” Dokja swoops both kkomas before they can say anything else. He jumps from the roof and flies towards the forest at a huge speed with Way of the Wind.
Dokja flies high above the forest holding 2 and 1863.
“666 told me his Sage’s Eye level was high enough to differentiate between Shantanks, so you two can certainly do it as well.” Dokja says. “I can somewhat tell them apart, but for me it’s more obvious who they are after they stab me.”
“If you get stabbed, this stroll is over.” 1863 says with a serious face.
“I’ll think about it.” Dokja says with a shit eating grin.
“I’m serious.” 1863 frowns.
“Consider it considered.” Dokja says.
2 isn’t really paying attention to them. He has his Sage’s Eye activated and he’s currently scanning the forest.
“Okay, so, the plan is: I’ll fly closer to the forest so you two can try and detect where’s Junior. But when I’m flying closer to the forest, the Outer Gods will notice us and go into attack mode. So, when we find the baby, I’ll drop you both near him and kite the Shantanks away from you two.” Dokja says with a smile.
2 finally pays attention to the talk, he looks at Dokja. “Wait, what?”
“Dumb plan.” 1863 says.
“It’s not dumb! The Shantanks here already hate me! It’s brilliant!” Dokja says a bit offended.
1863 shakes his head. “2, when we find our target, you jump down in kkoma form and hide on the trees. I’ll kite the Shantanks away with this fool.”
2 nods.
Dokja giggles.
1863 belatedly realizes what he just called Dokja. He facepalms.
Dokja pokes 1863 on the cheek. “I think you’re a fool too.”
1863 almost bites Dokja’s finger, but Dokja pulls back in time.
Dokja proceeds to fly closer to the forest, dodging the bigger trees, while 2 and 1863 scan the Shantanks.
The Shantanks notice their presence and become agitated. Some raise their tentacles menacingly, some let out horrifying screeches and others try to chase the trio.
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[IntruderIntruderIntruderIntruderIntruderIntruder]
[TrespasserTrespasserTrespasserTrespasserTrespasser]
After a short while, and after they irritate what seems to be the whole forest, 2 finally speaks.
“Here!”
Dokja makes a quick turn towards a big tree, where 2 jumps to one of the branches. Then Dokja lands with 1863, who turns into his normal size.
The Shantanks start to surround them while raising their tentacles and screeching.
Dokja puts his arms around 1863’s neck and raises one leg.
“What the hell are you doing?” 1863 growls.
“You said you were going to kite the Shantanks with me, right? So go ahead and pick me up.” Dokja says with a serious face.
1863 glares at Dokja.
“I just ate three plates of breakfast! I don’t want to run!” Dokja complains.
1863 groans and picks Dokja up princess style. He activates Red Phoenix Shunpo and jumps towards a clearing a bit further from the Shantanks.
Due to the swift unexpected movement, Dokja accidentally whacks 1863’s face with one of his wings.
1863 spits out a white down feather.
“Lose the wings, you idiot!” 1863 snarls.
“Haha, my bad!” Dokja says turning back into his normal form.
Then Dokja looks at the Shantanks. “Hey! You’re horrible football players! Your mother was a hamster! I’ve seen pasta more threatening than you!”
The Shantanks let out loud horrifying screeches, then they raise their tentacles with the ugly stabby flowers and leap towards Dokja and 1863. They are furious!
1863 dodges a few attacks while carrying Dokja. “You just had to make them angrier, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” Dokja says with a smile and a thumbs up.
1863 runs off carrying Dokja, who’s still throwing silly insults at the Shantanks.
The Shantanks chase after them.
Except for a very little black one, that idles around unbothered by the commotion.
2 climbs down from the tree where he was hiding and changes into his normal form.
He walks up to the little black outer god and kneels next to it.
2 takes a good look at the little creature. It doesn’t look nearly as ugly or terrifying as the others, it actually looks kind of cute.
The little outer god raises his tentacles with flowers at the tips. The flowers have little teeth, which the little creature uses to nibble at 2’s boot.
2 offers his hand and the little outer god nibbles at his fingers.
2 chuckles.
He stays there for a while with the little outer god.
After some minutes have passed, 2 hears a low hiss. The little outer god’s tentacles perk up, the small creature wiggles away and enters a dense part of the forest.
2 stands up and watches the little outer god leave.
A mist starts to form around the place.
2 looks at the mist with his Sage’s Eye. “Wait a minute…”
Then, from the direction the little outer god left, another creature emerges.
This one is much bigger, it’s completely white. Looks like an albino Shantank.
The albino Shantank lets out an angry hiss as it raises its tentacles and 2 can see the mist was coming from the creepy flowers on the tentacles of this Shantank.
‘Shit. Poison mist.’ 2 thinks as he covers his mouth and nose with his elbow.
Before 2 can react, he feels a strong grip behind his neck pulling him back. He takes a glance behind him to see 1863 pulling him away from the mist by the neck.
2 changes into his kkoma form and grabs 1863’s sleeve.
1863 uses air steps to quickly jump above the forest and away from the range of attack of the Shantanks. Then he runs in the direction of the castle.
“Hey there, 2!” Miniaturized Dokja calls while clinging to 1863’s coat on the shoulder.
2 also climbs to 1863’s shoulder.
“We came back when we saw one of the Shantanks had dropped the chase and was going back to where you were.” Dokja says.
2 nods. “Thank you.”
“Was that white one…” Dokja starts to say looking back.
“Yes.” 2 says with a little smile. “She’s still taking care of him.”
Some time later, on the roof.
Kkoma 81 climbs to the roof holding a tray with lunch.
Kkomas 999 and 41 also go to the roof following 81.
Upon arrival, they immediately hear a voice going “2 and 1863 don’t want to talk right now! Please come back another… oh it’s you guys!”