Blackout.
- After he can walk by himeself, you will return him to his dimension.
- But she seems to like him...
- YOU. WILL. RETURN. HIM.
Blackout.
Sounds of breaking ice. Angry scream.
"Oh shitfuck, I will need to save that motherfucker now."
Blackout..
- Psst. Why do we have to take him with us?
- Because he's family.
- He's not.
Blackout.
"I will make it look like an accident"
The kinglet grabs his sleeve.
"...not today."
Blackout.
He barely have been nice to the roitelet. Mostly pushing him around, growling at him, quarreling over the smallest things.
He started accepting him as family only recently, after some midnight talks. After he offered the kinglet the blockirator and he took it, Yazz and Inverted annoyed the boglodite for a few days about how did he even manage that.
He had no answer.
He just, well, did.
The alien knew that this hate was destroying him from inside. The scar hurt and bled at times. He was getting nervous. Losing his appetite.
Sometimes the only thing he could think of was destroying this little long-haired being with lips like a letter "m".
He tried concentrating on the job, got promoted several times, but still couldn't get satisfied.
The last straw was a sudden realisation that when he was biting in the neck of a runaway criminal he was imagining the roitelet in front of him.
After he came back to the headquarters covered in blood, the criminal partially eaten, partially spread on ten square metres, he knew it was time to get a vacation.
Then the alien tried to concentrate on art.
After breaking the fourth sketch and throwing it into the bin because the girl on the commissioned drawing kept looking like the kinglet, making him cancel the commission, he stopped trying.
He talked to the Creatures about it, and tried to talk to others too, but the only one who really listened was Griff.
- Just kill him off. You can.
...the arcanian still hadn't accepted the new family member.
He tried to find relief in the nightclub universe, but Griffin from there just offered him more alcohol, and the walks under the falling snow with his other self didn't help much. Once they just sneaked into the forgotten park, where he screamed and punched and kicked the trash bin so hard that it broke off and landed into the pond, breaking the thin ice.
It didn't help.
He went to arcnet hunts alone.
He fought off Yaz and his gang. Alone. Multiple times.
But when he was coming home, Maria was happy. Her new friend was helping her, in some aspects that no one else could provide.
He couldn't just kill someone who was making his little sister happy.
"She's not your sister, though."

The boglodite was going somewhere, and passing by a half-opened door he heard loud voices arguing about something.
- WELL I FUCKING KNOW THAT I CAN KILL HIM JUST LIKE I KILLED DAVE ONCE.
The boglodite stopped sharply and made a few steps back. Intriguing.
Two small roitelets were arguing, while a few bigger figures stood around. He recognised the doctor and the redhead, the third one in a blue suit was seemingly the creator...what was his name again? Something starting with "J" as well...
- HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T TREAT ME FROM THE POINT OF "AWWW HOW ADORABLE". HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T OBEY ME OUT OF FEAR.
The boglodite fuffed silently. The realisation started to crawl into his mind...
- YES I FUCKING STAY THERE BECAUSE OF THE MOTHERFUCKING BOGLODITES. The girl is caring, but she often views me as something small and weak, as well as the others. Boris doesn't.
The door was slammed open, but when the roitelet looked out he saw nobody.
Over the corner the boglodite grinned. "If only you knew the real reason why..."