riot is honestly adorable bloodthirsty animal
Riot absolutely knew he was going to be in big trouble for this. A couple of days ago, the original owner of this body- the King who commanded this entity- had disappeared.
(Scratch… scratch…)
King was quite forceful. Quite powerful in his own right. It took a lot of effort to break him down and lock him out of the body so Riot could take over and play. He had done it once with Orochi's help… but it was difficult on his own.
(Plup...plup…)
Recently, the owner had been givng him more and more leeway concerning the body. Thursdays he was always let out to play paintball and eat whatever he could find in the fridge. Sometimes the woman who lived downstairs fed him baked lemon bars. Sometimes 'Orange' stopped by and took him around the city. Those days were fun…
(Crunch.)
But it was much, much more fun when he got to go on those wonderful IKARI field trips with 'Blue' and the stuffy Commander. It was there Riot was allowed to - even encouraged - to kill and kill and kill and kill…
To bathe in blood. To tear skin from muscle, and muscle from tendon, and tendon from bone, until he reached the shiny organs beneath. They were the treasures everyone was hiding from him. He was filled with immeasurable joy when gaze on those beautiful things…
And crushed them in his hands.
He did like it very much. Very very much. But - king had insisted - he only do that kind of 'painting' while out with his IKARI friends. Of course, he did his best to comply, because if he annoyed the owner, perhaps he'd never go on another field trip again!
To say they were the highlight of his life was no understatement. Truly he lived for the field trips with Commander and 'Blue'... And he hadn't been on one for what felt like months.
And he'd been antsy.
He'd been looking at people from behind the owner's eyes, and all he could do was imagine how their insides felt like when he crushed them.
So… when the owner of the body suddenly disappeared to be replaced by the very cute and adorable Ducky… well… it was only a matter of time before Riot succumbed to his impulses.
Because Ducky had never dealt with him before. Ducky didn't know how to hold strong control over the body. His mind was all over the place and he hardly had any defenses… almost like he had never needed them in his life.
Of course, Riot did like Ducky. He liked him very much. He looked nice, and he smelled nice, and Riot was sure his guts tasted fantastic… but even if Riot liked him, that didn't mean he was going to obey him.
So he'd taken over, blinded Ducky, and locked him out. It had been nearly 3 days since he usurped the throne, and Riot had certainly fulfilled his cravings. Even now, he was crouching in a dirty alleyway, digging through the guts of a man he'd sniffed out this morning. He was pretty hungry. Very hungry indeed. but whatever he ate - he vomited up. Perhaps Ducky's unconscious was rejecting the liver? Riot wasn't sure.
Well, the only thing to do was try again. Kill and eat, and maybe he wouldn't throw up…
...
Ah.
No luck.
Vegan time