#NO MERCY FOR PRATHAMIK BAHAHAHAHAH

[halfafishandawholehuman]

No shame.

Honestly, it doesn’t affect Prathamik that much.

It’s a common thing he’s seen back in his homeworld. Cruel acts, too cruel to name, enacted upon one another; filled with screaming, bones breaking, and blood oozing out of bodies.

The one committing those acts wouldn’t have any shame in doing so; staring at the product of their actions with a shameless look, maybe even disdain- as if their act was just one of their daily tasks.

Maybe it was. Maybe they do that daily.

But Prathamik doesn’t know, she never stuck around long enough to find out.

And right now, he really doesn’t wanna stick around here to find out what they might do next.

In terms of not wanting to stay, Grim feels the same way.

As Oetsu relays a buttload of information to the feline, his head starts to get crowded, words filling his tiny cat brain to the brim.

In response to that information overload, what does the Magebeast do? A) Try to take it apart piece by piece in order to properly understand it; B) Ask questions in order to comprehend the information; or C) Completely disregard it as unimportant?

C.

“I… have no idea what you just said…” The feline starts, “But-!”

When the man’s fist comes down to bonk on the cat’s head, a dull pain explodes in there, making his brain rattle inside of his skull.

And Grim yelps, tiny paws coming up to cover the aching spot. “What the heck was that for?!” He cries, already on the verge of tears.

His pain tolerance was… never the best.

“It ain’t my fault it’s hot out here- blame the weather or something, not me!”

The magebeast is unaware of the temperature change that’s occurring, unaware of the fact that he’s causing the air to become hot in response to his anger.

It fact, he finds the weather pretty cool- perfect conditions to lie in if he were in Night Raven Academy.

‘It is what it is’?

Grim ain’t gonna take that lying down! There’s no way this is all there is to it- he’s got too much to live for! He’s gotta become the strongest, he’s gotta eat all the tuna he can, he’s gotta live his life to the fullest!

The flames on his ears slowly rise, a snarl making way to his face.

He refuses to just accept this.

“So this stinkin’ place is a palace?” Grim asks, “And is this ‘soul king’ guy in charge? If so, I want a word with ‘im!” Small flickers of fire start to peek at the corners of the magebeast’s mouth. “Take me to that guy!” The air around him starts to get hotter.

Prathamik doesn’t seem to mind, though- not even a hint of sweat on the human’s face.

She’s just staring. Staring into the blue sky.

All of his thoughts are slowly becoming a bumbling mess, blending together until they’re no longer audible- until they’re just a mess of desperation, rage, and despair.

Clawing at her heart, tearing it to pieces- soon going for the ribs and cracking them; one by one.

No.

His hands start to shake.

No. No.

The entire world starts to blur, becoming nothing more than a crummy shade of blue.

No- no, it can’t be. It can’t.

She turns to look at the stranger.

There has to be a way back. There has to. Either he was lying when he said there wasn’t an exit, or he doesn’t know; there always has to be a way back home.

…right?