{Hi again, these messages are actually pretty helpful, okay, I should apologise for not releasing as frequently as I would like to, due to a recent diagnosis, being Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy, but nonetheless it will NOT stop me from writing this story. Read on and enjoy! NOTE: Some light swearing might be introduced in future chapters so be careful if you're sensitive to that sort.}

Chapter 5: Back in town

[Location: Home|Time: Night] After the jarring experience with the newly discovered creature, with unknown plans in store for the two, Zaygh and Xanite decide to revisit their realm. I mean like why the f*** not. "Random Nonsense!" Zaygh screams at a wall and throws a carton of milk at it. "I think its supposed to be cheese." Xanite piped up. "I KNOW HOW TO OPEN PORTALS, THANKSSSSSS." This was Zaygh's seventh...unsuccessful attempt at trying to get back. "Look, it says in the script your supposed to say some random nonsense and throw an item of sacrifice at it. I'm only trying to help, maybe 'Random Nonsense' is too literal-" Xanite was thrown back against the wall, not because the portal opened but because Zaygh at been throwing eggs at the wall and apparently one egg wasn't laid by a chicken. I mean it was like black with purple spots, who the hell didn't notice this? The store sold this! WHY!? "Demon, okay. Xanite, can I keep it?" Xanite was knocked out and also bleeding. "Okay I'm keeping it, Dire Squid Zakla! Let us ride!" Zaygh hopped atop the weirdly formed black mush, apparently yelling dire squid at it changed it...into...a dire squid, okay this is gonna get good, REAL quick.

[Location: Market Place|Time: Early morning] "Attack!" Zaygh commanded and Zakla obeyed, deforming a trash can into a material beyond this worlds reasoning. "Hmm, this is the same goo I excret. Strange..." Zaygh trailed off, a nearby sound alerting them. "Zakla, change!" Zaygh ran towards the beast, as it shapeshifted into the desired form of Zaygh, none other, then an Albino Treefrog. "Come, Zakla, we must go." The frog nods in agreement as it climbs atop Zaygh's shoulders. Zaygh could feel something following them, something intense, something...bad. Zaygh speeds up their pace and hurries down the alleyway, faintly hearing steam blow from a metal crack, like a kettle boiling, giving them more initiave to run, and fast. These automatons might be easy to fight, due to being so close to the public, safety was the main concern. Zaygh dashes down a series of alleyways, turning left and right, huffing and puffing, until they reach a road, bustling with people. Terrified that they might've dragged the monster towards people, Zaygh stops and thinks. "Okay, calm down. I can figure this one out. Uhhh, Uhhhh...Zakla, hound."

"Your wish is my command." Zakla utters, even though its not apparent from where it spoke, telekinesis, perhaps, and shapes into a hound.

"Meet back at the house, but not until the automaton is dead." Zaygh pulls up their oversized hood, puts on a pair of goggles and heads home in haste, while the hound, Zakla, heads into the alleyway, teeth bared, and claws ready to strike. As Zakla heads down the alleyway, aware of any movement in its field of vision, they see something dart out of view. Growling, they pounce at the creature and strike it in the chest, tearing the copper and wiring, rendering it inactive and useless.

[Location: Home|Time: Dusk] Zakla and Zaygh had met up on their walk home, it had started to rain and Zaklas fur was soaked. "Zakla, change." The command was once again fulfilled as its black, shadowy body, morphed and cracked itself into a new shell, growing the limbs and bones required for a tree frog. "NOW COME HERE YOU LITTLE CUTIE LIKE AWWW LOOK AT THIS YOUR SO SLIMY AND CUTE! C-Come up on my shoulder." Zaygh walked in through the door to see Xanite in a upright position, trying to tend to their wound.

"Zaygh! W-What happened?" Xanite asked, urgency in his voice.

"I was trying to summon up the portal by throwing eggs at the wall but one hatched a demon. 'Tis my pet now. Trained it and everything. Say hello, Zakla."

"Hello, Xanite of Realm 6.5. I've heard much about you, and deepest apologies for the wounds. Mend them with care."

"B-...But...Why do you get all the cool stuff while I'm here, waddling around like a fool, working all day- dammit I'm working tomorrow." Xanite sighs. "We discuss this tomorrow, got it?" Xanite demands.

"Yeah, yeah, goodnight. We should probably do the same, Zakla, we've had a rough day. Tomorrow we find out whos putting demon eggs in grocery stores. Like who would genuinely do that? I'm not just gonna let this go unlooked after, someone mixed a BAD EGG with NORMAL EGGS. What if I wasn't an all powerful god who could tame a demon with ease? Goddammit someone's gonna hear from me I swear to god. Oh shit I've used my name in vain.