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... I was feeling paranoid.
Should I tell Antauri? No, he will probably instruct me to ask Chiro about it if I want to know. But it was... disturbing. Perhaps I should apprise him. He may present me with some intelligence on the matter. He is the most sagacious of us all. But what if he doesn't? Even he might be worried after he learns of the situation. Though of the most lucid mind, we all know how much he cares about Chiro...
Gibson went about his lab as usual, but his mind was distracted by the events a few days ago in the Citadel of Bone, and especially by what he and Chiro found. He didn't have the time to let it sink in at first. He supposed Skeleton King required them as components for another one of his malicious schemes, but the more he thought about it the more disturbing it seemed.
... Perhaps it's nothing to be worried about in the first place. It no longer matters since it all has to do with the past, correct? I simply was ill prepared to see it. Yet, I can't help but wonder, for what purpose would he have Chiro's old toys and school uniform?
Gibson paced for a while longer before turning on the vent in the congested lab and leaving to spend some time in the main room and take a reprieve from his mind's endless scrutinizing.
"How can we be sure he's gone? It's not like any of us actually saw that old Bone-Bag kick the bucket..." Gibson heard none other than the pessimistic voice of Sparx as he flew down his tube.
"I fear you are correct. I can sense vile forces out there that feel all too familiar; He may have survived, unfortunately," replied Antauri.
"I would present the odds, however, we all know, from our own experiences, that even a minute percent is all one needs for an event to occur in their favor and in this instance it may have occurred in Skeleton King's," Gibson added, making himself known to the room's occupants.
However, as a response to Gibson's pronouncement, befuddled expressions cast across the faces of several monkeys.
"I simply meant that, even with such a small possibility of escape, the fact that we that we did not witness Skeleton King's demise means he could still be out there."
Comprehension finally dawned in Sparx's and Otto's faces.
Just then, Chiro and Nova came down their tubes, rubbing their eyes, having clearly woken up in the past few minutes and desiring more rest.
"Good Morning. Did you two sleep well?"
"Now, I think you know the answer to that Antauri," Chiro yawned, "I fell asleep quickly but I had the strangest dreams..." He trailed off with a faraway look in his eyes then shook his head an infinitesimal amount.
"Alright everyone, Skeleton King is not our main threat anymore so I think we ought to leave Shuggazoom for a little while and see what we can do for the rest of the universe." This jolted everyone into alertness.
"B-but Chiro-" "What? And where exactly in the universe are we going to go?-" "Ohhh, a trip!-"
"Actually, this might be the right action to take," Antauri stated, and Gibson could see an inconspicuous yet unmistakeable look of pride on his face, "But for today let us enjoy ourselves and our relative peace."
Everyone nodded in agreement and set off to go about their business, but Gibson hastened up to Antauri and asked to speak with him before the two of them ascended to his room.
"Now, what seems to be the matter, Gibson?"
"W-well, Chiro and I, while scouring the Citadel for all of you, uh, stumbled upon some, um, unsettling articles..."
"Such as?"
Oh dear...
"We found ourselves in a room filled with toys and a uniform from Chiro's childhood."
"... What?"
Gibson nodded solemnly. "I don't know what to make of it. I considered many reasons for why: Was it in search of a weakness? Was it to find out some sort of secret that he could use against him? Threaten him somehow? His family-"
At that moment realization abruptly smacked Gibson in the face. No, not about why Skeleton King had Chiro's toys, but that Chiro never mentioned his family before. And not only that, but for once Antauri did not seem to understand the situation either, which rather unnerved Gibson as usually the wise monkey would have some idea about why everything is the way it is. By now Antauri seemed very on-edge and disquiet, a hand on his chin and his eyebrows scrunched up.
Gibson had not anticipated their conversation to be brief, and so was startled when Antauri promptly ended it with something odd in his voice and ushered him out of his room.
"Thank you, Gibson, for informing me, but would you be so kind as to leave? I have something I need to take care of."
The scientist only took one step when the second-in-command grasped his shoulder.
"Gibson, on your way down could you ask Chiro to meet with me after he has eaten breakfast?"
"Of course."
Antauri quickly turned back into his room. Gibson caught a glimpse of his distressed teammate roughly depositing himself on the floor, a hand partially covering his face, before the automatic door slid closed.
A/N
Today, March 30/31 (just turned midnight), marks the day I discovered this show one year ago.
I write it as SpARx instead of SpRx because I end up pronouncing it as "SpERx"
I don't know how to write sagacious dialogue so I don't know if Antauri sounds very eloquent (I think I swallowed the thesaurus). I wanted everyone to sound exactly the way they do in the show.
Also, because your reviews made this one of the best days I've had in long time (I grinned nearly all day, Thank you all so much!) I decided I would continue writing this story.