Yes, this is humanized. I will continue this best as I can.


Monsters Behind the Curtain

He drifted back up from his troubled dreams; there was somebody shaking him by the shoulders urgently.

"Rookie!"

"W-what?' The boy squinted groggily, uncertain if this was reality. The person pushed his goggles into his head to reveal his entire face and a wide grin, but Rookie instantly recognized the person's spiky mauve hair.

Kile Ohswad, the stealth elite, valued agent of EPF, friend of Jet Pack Guy. In short, his hero.

Rookie felt the life surging back into him, smiling for the first time in days.

He was going to be free!

"We've got to move fast, kid..." Kile threw a wary glance over his shoulder.

"But my ankle- it's injured-"

"No worries, just hop on," the mauve-headed man crouched down, and Rookie gingerly climbed on, wincing slightly with pain.

"What about Herbert?"

"We've lured him out to avoid risky confrontations, but he could be back at any moment," Kile rose to his feet, "So let's go!"

They crept down the tunnel with baited breath and cautious step. Kile, who had exceptional hearing sense, froze when he heard the lightest scrape of metal against rock echo from some distance behind them. He turned around tensely. Rookie's heart felt like it was about to leap right out of his mouth; it was beating like a jackhammer. Within the darkness of the cave they had just emerged from, something was walking...scp- scp- scp-: each step careful and precise.

They were in danger of being discovered.

But who was it?

Kile found himself left woth two courses of actions to take: either run for it and cause a chase, or stay still and be discovered.

These footsteps, they were not Herbert's, but Klutzy was unlikely too...

Then two small rings of light appeared.

Eyes.

Kile bolted. The young agent on his back clung on grimly, biting back yelps of pain.

They burst out into the open, where it was cold, and uncomfortably bright for Rookie, where thesnowmobiles and agents were waiting.

"No signs of Herbert yet, but Ex-"

"Retreat!" Kile yelled, signalling urgently with his hands. They clambered onto their vehicles and zipped away with a roar of engines and wide spray of kicked up snow.

Rookie kept his face buried into the back of Kile's jacket to keep his nose from freezing off.

He was out of the enemies' lair, out and alive. Perhaps a little rattled, bloody and dirty, but alive and on the way back to his friends. It was good-

Rookie inhaled deeply, breathing in the musky smell of Kile's jacket, feeling the cold but wonderfully fresh air rush past

-it was all going to be alright from now on...


Kile strode out G's lab with a smile; the mission was a success, the kid was back and recovering in the medical quarters, and thanks to a certain person, Herbert was now on their radar, tracked and being observed. Time for some celebration BBQ fish by the Cove with his team-

He sensed a presence.

"Agent."

The man halted in his tracks. He had, for a moment, forgotten that even though one major problem was being taken care of, there were others lodged with the EPF itself. Kile faced the person who spoke. There was no one in the corridor, but there was a door at the end that was open by a small crack.

"You again." Kile regarded the hidden person warily.

A sliver of light gleamed off the green visor, but that was all Kile could glimpse of the dark figure. "Did you see it? Yes or no." The person demanded in a flat tone.

"..." Kile kept a neutral stance and pokerface. He let the silence drag on.

"I take your silence as an affirmative answer."

Then, with a soft click, the door shut. Kile stood there for a moment, absorbed in thought.

Is that a good or thing?


A/U: Seems like the Harpoon brothers (from Scythe of the Heartless) are up to something.