Hi again! I don't know why I bother doing these things at the beginning, but maybe it's just habit. Anyway, I literally haven't decided between Pekoronians or Keroponians as the technical term, so if you have a preference let me know soon! Enjoy!
Kululu crept silently up the stairs to Natsumi's room, carrying his creation and a small needle. He opened the door to her room, and tiptoed over to her so he wouldn't wake her. In one swift motion, he thrust the needle into her and gave her the memory-altering drug he'd put together. Once that was done, he set his creation down and ran to get an old folding crib from when Fuyuki was a toddler.
He set it up swiftly, and put his creation into the crib, turning it on as he went. It stirred slightly, then settled, its chest rising and falling gently, now. One down, one to go. He closed the door on his way out, and went back downstairs to get the picture he'd photo shopped. It was an image of Natsumi and Giroro holding his creation with smiles on their faces. He was rather proud of it.
Grabbing a pin and a robocam he could move around via remote, he went back upstairs and out the back door. Carefully unzipping Giroro's tent, Kululu crawled in and pinned his picture up where Giroro couldn't miss it. Then he put down the robocam and went to go monitor the situation from the safety of his lab.
He hooked up his satellite feed with the camera, then sat back and enjoyed a plate of curry while he waited eagerly for morning to come. Being mean to Giroro was so fun…
His robot detected a cry coming from Natsumi's room, and Kululu couldn't help but smile. He'd done well. It was perfect.