Chapter 10: Rescued/End of Prologue.

Salsa dragged his body as he hopped his way back to the Yado inn, grumbling the whole way. The monkey didn't understand how no one in this damn town seemed to care that he, a small freaking monkey, was carrying a giant...random box with weird motion pictures.

Upon receiving them, most of the townsfolk seemed to fall under some sort of trance. Salsa wasn't sure what the deal was, but it was concerning that none of them could even say thank you or something.

Either way, he looked up at the clock, and saw that it had been 20 minutes since he had started delivery. He doubted he was going to receive a reward at this point, but he shouldn't get punished at least?

He was about to walk through the door, when something grabbed at his tail, he turned to see a little boy looking at him, the boy had blond hair and was wearing a striped shirt, he looked...rather depressed. He was also accompanied by a chocolate brown labrador.

"You...look sad." the boy said. "I...I wish I knew why...but...maybe this'll help." the boy handed him a small banana and peeled it for him. "Here, I got it from the market."

Salsa took it, then gave him a little salute. Which made the boy give a small laugh.

"Well...I've gotta get going." The boy turned around and walked away.

Salsa scratched his ear as he ate the banana. Interesting, how did that boy know he was sad in the first place, he had been walking around with a false smile on his small face. Not to mention that the boy didn't look older than...maybe 10? That seemed a bit too farfetch'd.

He felt an evil presence surround him as a large shadow appeared over him, instantly, he jumped up, narrowly avoiding the thick boot to the back of his head by Fassad once again.

Fassad grumbled as he glared down at Salsa.

"What took you so damn long?!" He growled.

Salsa frowned and pointed to the blond boy and his dog.

Fassad growled and stormed up to the boy as Salsa rubbed the back of his head.

"That...was probably a bad idea." He hopped over to them as Fassad growled at the boy and his dog.

"Did you stop my monkey?" he growled.

"Y...Yes?" The boy asked nervously.

"Listen here you stupid brat! This monkey is my show monkey! I don't need you fucking up his damn performance with your stupidass gimmicks." The man yelled. Making the boy cower in fear.

"I...I thought...I thought your monkey...looked upset…"

"He's not upset! He's the happiest monkey on Earth! How dare you think I'm not caring for my animal properly! How about you learn to take care of that stupid mutt of yours before-" Clearly, at this point, the chocolate labrador was having none of this shit, as it jumped up and bit Fassad's out pointed hand. Growling.

"How dare you insult my owner!" The dog barked. "He treats me much better than anyone else!"

"Bone...Boney!" The boy was clearly shocked by his dog's outburst. "Stop! Let the man go!"

Boney growled at the boy's response. But eventuall, quelling Fassad's shouts of rage. Let go.

"I'm...I'm sorry...He normally doesn't do this."

"Only a result of your bad training!" Fassad spat.

"Perhaps it's best that you shut your mouth." Salsa said, scratching his ear. "I guarantee you that this dog is having none of you at the moment."

Fassad glared at him, before looking back at Boney. The small brown dog growled at him.

"Just get out of here." Fassad growled. "I've got business to attend to."

The blond boy was clearly afraid at this point, and ran off, the dog glared at Fassad a bit longer, before taking a swift kick with its back paw into the man's groin. Then it ran off.

"That was for Lucas, you piece of shit." Boney growled.

Fassad grumbled as Salsa looked up at him. His phone suddenly started ringing as he took it out and started speaking.

"What do you mean those imbelcells got away?!" he snarled. "How could you, an elite trained army, be stopped by a drunk loser, an old man, and some stupid girl?!"

A bit of chattering through the voice box as Fassad's frown turned to a glare.

"Well, I'll be on the lookout then," he muttered.

"IT'S DUSTER YOU IDIOTS!"

"Well, speak of the devil." Fassad chuckled.

He and Salsa walked up to the town meeting, Salsa took notice of a teenage girl with red hair and a blue robe. As well as an old man bearing a striking resemblance to the other guy last night. Everyone's heads turned towards them.

"Oh deary me." Fassad said, fakely with his weird stupid voice. "Did someone steal poor Butch's money that I gave to him?"

"Yeah!" Butch said.

"Dear Dear, this town is worse than I thought." Fassad replied. "I'll have to think over my decisions. Come along now Salsa."

Salsa looked at Kumatora for the longest time as Fassad started walking away. Salsa looked at Kumatora, something in him told him that she could hopefully help him.

"Help me!" he squealed.

Kumatora looked at him blankly, then, Fassad turned back to him. "Oh, did you take a liking to this young woman here Salsa? Come along now, I'll take you back to the Inn."

(Later that night)

Salsa shuddered a little as he woke up in the middle of the night. Fassad's loud snoring was irritating, and he was groaning at the thought of being woken up yet again.

Loud tapping suddenly shook the window, making him get up and take a look at the window shutters, much to his delight, he saw the red haired woman and the old man sticking their heads through.

"Psst, hey, monkey, we've come to rescue you!" the red haired woman said. She held out the remote that Fassad had been using on Salsa, and then smashed it against the wall.

Salsa blinked, well, that certainly helped...but...it wasn't like he could leave.

"What's wrong Monkey?" Kumatora asked.

"I can't leave this man!" Salsa groaned. "Not when...He's got my girlfriend."

The red haired woman frowned as she glared ove

"Well then, how about we teach him a little lesson then, no charge, what's your name Monkey?"

"Salsa."

"Princess, I must advise against you doing something like this."

"Ah, what's the worst that could happen?"

Salsa hopped up on the window seal, Kumatora then hollered over to Fassad.

"YO! SHITFACE! WE'RE TAKING YOUR MONKEY!"

Fassad grumbled to himself as he shook himself awake.

"THIEVES!" he snarled.

"How are we the thieves if you treat your damn monkey like it's shit bastard!"

Fassad grumbled as he stormed out the front, the three waited for him to walk around front before looking at him.

"Nhwheehehe." Fassad grumbled. "Princess Kumatora, I've heard quite a lot about you."

"Shut it, what do you want anyway."

"Oh, not much," Fassad grumbled. "However, since you've been quite the pesterers, I think I'll have to simply eliminate you right now. Unless...you'd like to join our fellow Pork King?"

"Do you think we're insane?" The old man grumbled.

"Kind of…I mean, you look like someone who wouldn't be very intelligent, plus, with the townsfolk pissed off at you, it's not like anyone is going to believe you!"

"Alright, geezer, monkey," Kumatora whispered, "On the count of three...we make a run for it...ready?"

Without even knowing, Salsa and Wess took off.

"One, two, and…" She turned around, only to notice that they were already running away.

"Well...damn you…" She turned back to Fassad. "PK Fire α!" The blast of fire erupted from her fingers, blasting the man backwards. Then, she turned and made a run for it.

The three of them ran through the forest, only to skid to a halt in front of a giant weaponized vehicle in the middle of the forest.

"Well, shit…" Kumatora snarled. "Guess the bastard had a leg up on us."

Salsa shrugged. "Listen, these things run on something called electricity...I think Fassad said to worry about thunder attacks!"

Kumatora gave a smug grin. "Why thank you, you helpful monkey!"

She charged up a spark in her fingers, then shouted. "PK Thunder α!"

The bolt of lightning shot from the tips of her fingers, crashing down on the tank in front of them. With a loud bang and a bit of fizzles, the tank exploded into pieces, a Pigmask landed on the ground in front of them, and looked defeated.

"Alright, we're good!" Kumatora cheered.

"Uh...not exactly." Salsa turned their attention to Fassad and a group of four pigmasks, each holding onto a laser gun of some sorts in their hands.

"Now, then, Princess Kumatora. May I ask that you behave and do as we say?"

"I'll listen to you when hell freezes over bitch." Kumatora replied bitterly. "What's yer deal anyway you big baby?"

Fassad snorted. "Please, I'm not that stupid. So if you're just going to be a pain in my ass, I'll just take care of you two right about now."

"Princess," Wess muttered. "Can you get us out of this."

"Can't geezer, I used the last of my energy to get rid of that damn tank."

"Wess?" All of their heads turned to Lucas, the young blond boy walked up from seemingly nowhere "What's going on?"

"Ah...um…"

Fassad glared at Lucas. "Hey, you! You stupid brat! You come to apologize for your damn dog's behavior? If not, get lost, stop poking your head into adult matters brat! You're nothing but a stupid fucking crybaby!"

As if on cue, all of the pigmasks started jeering him on. "Yeah! Stupid Kid! Get lost!"

Lucas looked down at his feet, Then, put his fingers up to his mouth, and whistled. A green baby drago hopped from out of a bush from the left.

Fassad and the Pigmasks took one look at the baby Drago, then all started cackling like there was no tomorrow.

"You honestly think! That a stupid fucking baby lizard is going to stop us?!" Fassad snorted. "You really are a stupid litt-"

"GGGGGRRRRRROOOOOOAAAAAARRRRR!"

The ground started to shake as the mother drago, a much larger dinosaur, stomped down from behind the trees, crushing the two Pigmasks behind the Three heroes.

"Get him!" Lucas said, weakly and nervously, pointing at Fassad.

The mother drago let out a loud roar, making the ground shake once again. All four Pigmasks backing Fassad instantly turned and made a run for it. Leaving the chubby bastard alone as the mother Drago towered over him. The giant dinosaur stomped Fassad into the ground, before leaning over and biting his arm, lifting him up into the air.

"Wait...please...good dra-"

Lucas pushed his arm out, and, on cue, the Mother Drago threw Fassad, and she threw him very far, launching the man all the way into the mountain at the edge of the forest.

Lucas smiled a little as Kumatora and Wess approached him.

"You did good, kid." Kumatora said cheerfully. "Certainly just saved our as...butts."

"What was this all about anyway?" Lucas asked curiously.

Wess and Kumatora looked at each other. "That...is a long story Lucas." Wess said. "How about you head home for the night, then, you can come to my house tomorrow, then I'll explain."

Salsa watched as Lucas walked off, then, silently, he stalked off towards the mountain, for he knew he couldn't leave Fassad's side just yet.

Yeah, there's a lot I don't like about this particular part of the story. So much goes unexplained, such as how Kumatora was left in charge of Salsa, but then Salsa is just randomly picked up again by the Pigmasks in the next 3 years or whatever. Why Lucas just randomly shows up in the middle of the night with a baby Drago, why no singular person in the entire damn town wonders why Salsa is carrying around the Happy Boxes, and then the fight with the Pork Tank. Don't even know how the hell I'd make a fight scene out of that. I'm much better against people, monsters, and living plants lol.

Well, either way, this officially wraps up the prologue of Mother 3, next time, we'll be starting up Lucas's section of the story, finally giving him some time to shine. Well...I kinda already gave him a chance to shine here, I love the scene of the mother Drago beating the ever loving shit out of Fassad.

Anyway, that's all for this month's chapter, leave a review if you want, or just say nice chapter, either works,

See you all, next time.