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"Hurry and get to work." The frustrated Science Section Leader huffs as he drags a limp Komui to his paper-fortified office desk, "You got enough paperwork to go three weeks without a break."
The scolded Chief has two swollen bops on his head, one for rebellion and one for repeated angerment. He lifts his eyebrows in a merciful fashion and sighs, "I was going to get to it right after my project!"
"Project? Don't tell me that you're making another awry bot."
Komui stresses a face of disapproval, "Awry? Boo! Boo!"
"C'mon, Chief, we don't need more hassle with another one of your mimic goons!"
Their futile argument is abruptly postponed when they hear the hysterical scream of the Science Division's only, Johnny Gil, "EEEGGAAAGHKK! SPIDER! KOMURIN! CCHHHIIIEEFFF!" In perfect sync with his description, on his desk is a metallic, long 12-legged critter with gloved hands at the tips of eight and three devilish smirking heads that resembles a enraged Komui when he'd think he can just squish his unworthy-to-live victim.
"GUH?! When did you make this?!" Tapp bellows.
Komui pauses for a minute and relaxes his expression. "Eh, I can't remember. I stopped making Komurins like that a long time ago. Aside from always electrocuting us, it was hard living unharmed around them in that their blindly parasitic-usually just machines, though. And they were so monopolizing...! They commandeered my Lenalee keychain! ...So they had to be put inactive. So tragic. But I'm happy to see at least one survived that spectacle. Even though..." Trailing into a mutter, "...it may not be for the best."
They stop. He's telling them a horror story about the very chirping, prancing Kom-spider that's righting front of them-they knew it's capable of many things, but they thought they'd rather stay in their ignorant bliss than panic and fear. Komui is obviously hinting that there's more to the story than the smiling alien bot's bad habits, but in view of all they had to go through with the past Komurins, nobody cares to volunteer to talk about it or even ask.
Reever can't keep his silence of the miniature slap-happy Supervisor, though. "Wh-What do you mean? I don't remember anything like this."
Everyone's soul is drifting to the clouds at this moment.
"Yeah..." Komui smiles softly as he examines his past creation.
Once again, Reever's hardened fist smears Komui's expression into the atmosphere. "COME ON ALREADY!"
"AGAIN?! I'm STILL fizzing from earlier! *Ahem* Well. One of the reasons was because if they did malfunction, it would be a more strenous battle to get them cuz~" A glint flashes over his glasses and his mouth curves and stretches to blind the crowd with his nicely kept pearly whites, "~I specifically made a exoskeleton of the most elusive design I could think of! I had to, incase some insane, BLIND-TO-BEAUTY, DEAF-TO-REASON, BABY KOMURIN HATERS CA-"
"C-Calm down, Chief!" The underlings exclaim. And Johnny adds, "Yeah, Chief! If there's something with it, we should deal with it first!...
...
...Where did it go? It disappeared.
...
...So did Russell."
Then it hits. The possible fact that the little Kom-veggie has the conditioned strength to, at most, drag a man away at a mouse's scamper. And if there's one thing they know, it's that Komui would do that. They shelve the kidnapping of a fellow scientist into the back of their mind. Right now, their necks are too stiff from confused agitation to use. They slowly shift their shoulders to face the same direction and tilt their heads just enough to show the lava beneath the skin. Squinting the one eye to gape the other to form an undeniable and expected stink-eye at their domineering-currently shrinking-tyrant.
"Oh, come now! It'll be okay! Don't you remember? I implant some of my personality into them!"
They lose their minds.
Miranda comes into the Science Department's lobby, looking for a certain Supervisor, "Where is Chief Komui?"
65 responds promptly, "He's in his office right now. I just saw a mob throw him in there. Why do you need him?"
A mob? she quizzes in her mind. "Lenalee's on the phone from her mission in South Korea."
"Oh, well then! Please follow me!"
"Alright."
As the door opens, they see more and more of what looks like a crime scene. The carpet of papers is corrupted. They're dressing the things they wouldn't normally would be on such as being stuck in the shelves, between books, coating the tilting lamps and the furniture that are on their sides. During their astoundment, the reason they came in, the who, is tied to a chair with wheels. Just rolling down the once stacked documents casually. When he-unnervingly-comes to point-blank range, it's obvious that the mob has each once knocked their knuckles against his think melon, swelling a hive.
Miranda and 65 realizes he's unconscious when the pair notice just between the balloon welts, eyes swirling like warped windmills.
"Su-Supervisor? What do you think could of happened?"
"GRRAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
He wakes up. No one put together why he's yelling, though. He can take a hit pretty well. Miranda unties the double-knotted cloth choking his mouth, "Are you alright?"
"NO, OF COURSE I'M NOT! THEY'RE GOING ON A BABY HUNT!"
(Waiting for reactio-
"NOOOO! I MUST SAVE HIM!" Komui's futile pleading is temporarily shut down when a voice louder than him blares over the castle-wide intercom.
{ATTENTION, MEMBERS OF THE DARK ORDER. THIS IS
REEVER WHENHAMM. I'M DECLARING A PRESTATE OF
EMERGENCY.
A ROBOT IS ON THE LOOSE, POSSIBLY ARMED
AND DANGEROUS. IT'S A LITTLE SMALLER THAN A BABY.
IT LOOKS LIKE A SPIDER THAT ATE CHIEF KOMUI'S FACE
AND MUTATED.
ALSO THE KOM-SPIDER MAY POSSESS AND
CONTROL A MACHINE OR ANY ELECTRICAL NUCLEUS.
OH,
YEAH. IF YOU SEE RUSSELL, BRING HIM BACK. HE DOESN'T
HAVE TIME TO BE KIDNAPPED BY KOMUI BUG.}
(Distinct voices)
{I HAVE JUST BEEN REMINDED TO NOTIFY YOU IF YOU SPOT THE CHIEF, DON'T BEND TO HIS EXCITED
GIBBERISH. HE WILL ENDANGER JUST ABOUT ANYONE
HE'S NEAR. IN THE EVENT HE IS ON THE RUN AND TRYING
TO INTERFERE WITH OUR SAFETY OPERATION, EXPOSE HIS WAY
OF INTENTION AND LOCATION. THEN
NOTICIFY A GUARD, EXORCIST, CROW OR AN ABLE, EQUIPPED
SCIENTIST. THANK YOU.}
Miranda replaces her blank expression, "I-I don't really think Reever would want that."
"No, please! I must rescue my child!" He shrieks, making the tearflow take flight. "Have you no love?!"
Guilt sweeps over the two. Especially now Komui's talking like a parent. A little longer and he'd be free without charge. For them, the best thing to do is to exit the room and let the others handle him. No, that would inflict too much bad conscious. They mull the solution of asking the rest of the division to take over, but that won't make things better. They would be just a bunch of people in the same guilt-stricken situation. All with the chance of unleashing the unspeakable pandemonium imprisoned to the squeaking office chair. Whatever the reason why everytime Komui is tied up, it's always has generous amount of rope from shoulder to hip.
"Brother...?
...
...Reever? What was that you said? Something about Komui?"
...
...That's it. I'm coming home."
Author's Note: Imagine how that Kom-Spider would look in the dark. I wonder if any of them have a strong Arachnophobia D:
I hope I can get to the second chapter soon.
