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Chapter 8: Monkey's Adventure.
A large silver object ship landed down in the middle of a vast open desert. After taking a stupidly long time to land, it finally opened its door and platform in front of a Pigmask wearing a blue uniform, being backed by three others. The ship's platform extended down and the door opened.
Out stepped a brown Monkey wearing a sky blue collar. It looked around nervously, its fur had several burn marks on it, and his brown tail had a bit of a cut on as well.
The Monkey was about to take a step down before it was kicked out and face planted into the ground. It skidded across the sand for a second.
"Salsa!"
The monkey pushed itself up and turned to face a female Monkey wearing a pink bow. Like him, she also had a few burn marks and a cut on her tail.
"Samba!" The Monkey said, standing up. It made an attempt to move towards her before he felt his tail get grabbed by the blue pigmask officer.
"Stop it!" the general snorted. "You want her to get hurt? Keep struggling and we'll do it."
Salsa immediately stopped struggling as he looked at Samba nervously. He didn't know why he was here, or why these creeps monkeynapped them from the forest, but he wasn't about to let anything happen to Samba.
Footsteps had everyone's head turn towards a man with dark skin. The man was rather chubby, he wore a dark brown vest that covered a large pearly white shirt. He also had a heavy mustache that went dual sided with beady little black eyes that gave him an evil stare. He also wore a brown turban with a gold emblem of a...pig.
"Lord Fassad." The general Pigmask said, doing a salute. "We brought what you asked for."
The chubby man let out an evil little chortle. "Thank you, thank you." he said. "Now, you, Monkey." he snapped, at Salsa, spitting in the Monkey's face. "If you don't do your job...then your girlie little monkey over there, she won't have a head for you to look at later."
Salsa glared at the man, who gave him a wicked grin, he noticed that the man had a golden tooth that sparkled a little.
"Do what you're supposed to, and you'll get to have a nice, happy reunion later. Understand?" Fassad continued.
Salsa nodded his head rather reluctantly.
"I don't think you quite understand." Fassad growled. Then, before Salsa could anticipate, the man took his large thick boot, and slammed it into his face. Salsa collided with a rock and fell to the ground. "Now, if you aren't careful, that pain is gonna be a lot worse for you and this girlie monkey."
"Salsa!"
Salsa stood up, shaking a little. He looked at Fassad with an angry glare, oh how he would love to jump on this wicked person's face and scratch the shit out of him.
Fassad seemed to be able to read his mind however, as he took out a weird remote with a small antenna and red button, he pressed it.
Salsa felt a giant Zap as sparks emitted from his collar zapped him with a high volt. He felt his fur get seared as his body twitched a little from the electrocution.
"SALSA!"
Salsa, though very weak, stood up glaring at Fassad. "That lovely thing around your neck is no ordinary collar." Fassad spat in his face again. "It's so advanced that even if you ran to the ends of the desert, punishing you would still be a snap! Understand?"
Salsa gave a weak nod.
"Now...tell me then...do you have a name?" Fassad asked. "How bout I call you something like...Bartholmuel?"
"My name is Salsa, you asshole!"
Fassad raised an eyebrow. "Getting a little mouthy, are we?" he whipped out the remote and zapped Salsa again, this time, shock went on for much longer.
"A little word of advice there, Salsa…" Fassad spat. "I can understand your words."
Salsa stood up, still shaking, but still being able to stand, his fur was spiking up as he felt the urge to start scratching this guy.
"Now then, if you wanna enjoy your little journey with me, just remember these two things. Number one, You and I are buddies. Don't you dare try to run away from me. Always act nice and friendly, be enjoyable. Understand?"
"Yes…" Salsa said quickly.
"The second thing to remember: never disobey my commands. I know that you monkeys are quite talented. If I say dance, you dance! If I say laugh, you laugh! It's that simple, got it?"
"Yes." Salsa said bitterly.
"Nwheeheee," Fassad giggled, before glaring back at him. "Oh…? What's that defiant look in your eyes? Dance!" he moved his arm to the left.
Salsa looked at him, before standing up on two hind legs and doing a little dance, he moved his arms and shook his body to the left and right, like a little tiny ballerina almost.
"That's quite stupid... " Fassad muttered. "Laugh!" he moved his arms downwards.
Salsa let out a little snicker that sounded quite cute honestly.
"Good boy, now, Backflip!"
Salsa jumped up in the air and did a backflip, making sure to land perfectly.
"Excellent, excellent...no doubt everyone will believe we're a performance duo now!"
"So much for this." Salsa thought to himself. "Not only am I going to get zapped I'm going to act like a circus animal for this freak."
"Alright, take the girl monkey away now." Fassad said.
Salsa watched as one Pigmask started to drag Samba back onto the ship, he was about to make a movement before he remembered the collar. Instead he said.
"Stay safe Samba, just do whatever they need you to do."
His partner gave him a nervous look before reluctantly nodding.
"Look Out!"
Before Salsa could do anything a loud thud and force hit him over the head as the Pigmask Captain kicked him. "Stupid little pipsqueakin monkey." it snorted. It marched into the ship, which lifted off into the sky.
Salsa watched it go until it disappeared from sight. The second it did, he felt another Zap, this one much more painful than the last one as his fur stood up and felt singed.
"No sleeping on the job stupid Monkey." Fassad snarled, spitting in the monkey's face again. "Now, there's this round white building west of here, We're going there. You're going to guide me!"
"I don't even know where the hell we are!"
"Are you back talking to me?" Fassad asked.
"No...but I don't know where to go…"
"Well figure it out you stupid monkey!" Fassad snapped.
"Didn't you…" Salsa paused, if he kept back talking, he was certainly getting zapped by that stupid invention again.
"Now then, start going, you know the general direction." Fassad snarled.
Salsa shook his head and started walking in the direction Fassad had told him. As they were walking, he heard some irritating buzzing, then Fassad started talking.
"Yeah?" he asked. "Yep, got the stupid monkey your pigliness," Fassad said. "We're on our way now."
So this asshole wasn't the big brian boss? Salsa thought. Great someone else to worry about.
"Does he know? No, of course not, we don't know if there's another person out there who he could slip the word too!" More unintelligible gibberish. "Yes, Yes, the girl is on her way to you for research...don't worry...we got everyone on board with her."
Salsa pondered on the thought, come to think of it, he and Samba weren't the only ones on that ship with the pigmasks, there had also been a girl with golden hair and a pink dress. One who had looked equally as scared and upset, she had also been...praying.
"Hey, stupid Monkey!" Salsa felt the large and painful zap spazz his body, searing his fur and stunning him a little, this time, the shock hit something as he stumbled around the area.
"What the hell were you doing?" Fassad spat at him.
"I was just...wondering where we were going." Salsa said quickly. He tilted his head to the side, to show his confusion to the man.
The chubby man raised an eyebrow. "Ah, I see you've accepted your fate then." he said. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to tell you," Salsa breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, if you must know, to the west of here, there's a small little village called Tazamily, and the people there have been quite unhappy for a while, so, I'm going to try and cheer them up.
"Sure…" Salsa thought.
"Ah rats…" Fassad grumbled. Salsa found them outside of the white laboratory that Fassad had talked about earlier. There was a large desert wolf standing guard with a mini cactus growing on its head.
"Alright Salsa, listen up." Fassad grumbled. "We're gonna need to kill this stupid creature if we're going to get to Tazamily. So, figure something out!"
Salsa glared at the man. "I'm just a small monkey! What do you want me to do?"
"Distract it you stupidass monkey." Fassad spat at him. "Do those damn tricks that you know how to do."
Salsa shrugged and approached the Cactus Wolf, the wolf let out a loud growl as it snarled at him. A bit of foam developed in its mouth.
Salsa stood up on his hind legs and started to do his dance. He shook his monkey bottom and waved his hands around like a sprinkler system. He did a spin on the back of his tail before finishing it off with a backflip.
The wolf stared at him, if anything, the dance had irritated it even more. Salsa then felt a large zap on his collar as the electricity jolted through his body, searing and burning his fur as it zapped him once again.
"Stupid fucking Monkey." Fassad grumbled. The man took out a bomb and chucked it at the wolf. The bomb made contact and exploded sending bits and pieces of the wolf in several different directions. The head landed in front of Salsa, who flinched a little at the Wolf's irritated face, perfectly frozen by the bomb.
Fassad ignored the monkey and pressed a code, opening the door. "Come on, get in you stupid Monkey," he growled. "We're behind schedule."
Salsa nodded slowly, moving into the laboratory at a slow pace, taking one last look at the shriveled and dismembered Wolf body all over the floor of the desert, all he could do was hope that he wouldn't find Samba the same way when this was over.
Salsa' part of the prologue and role in Mother3's story all together has really confused me up to this day. I do like the concept and had decent expectations for him. But those expectations fell flat later down the line. I think it's cool that we got to learn a bit more about the Enemies in the Prologue but Salsa's part of the story is such a slugfest. He's weak, slow, and you have to watch him get abused every ten seconds.
I personally consider Salsa to be one of the main reasons this game will never see localization. Unless Nintendo is ready to deal with backlash from people. I don't really know. I'm probably going to rush through his roll in the story, covering only the events I feel are important so we can move on to the main event. The actual story. But I left some clues towards the future about stuff that may appear in this story.Anyway, that's all for this month's chapter, leave a review if you want, let me know how I'm doing, or just saying Nice Chapter is always appreciated. I'll see you all, next time.