Maroon knew the minute skinned raccoons ran across his doorstep that something was wrong and the city was fucked.
He'd seen the skinned raccoon looking things before, fought relatives of their species before, watched Purple fight them and win off of a plan that was doomed to fail.
And yet, Purple had now gone missing, and the entire house had been burned to the ground.
Hell, he was far from sure if either one of them were still alive.
He hoped they were. God forbid his best friend die.
God forbid Purple die.
He was incredibly sure King would never be able to live with himself if Purple died. He loved that child more than life itself.
Honestly, Maroon couldn't blame King. Purple was probably the sweetest child out there.
And then there were people who just thought that making him suffer was a beautiful thing.
What had the poor kid done to deserve that?
Maroon could very vividly remember when Midnight had kidnapped Purple. King's pure devastation. Panic. Fear. Worry. Every negative emotion under the sun crashing together inside the poor father.
The poor soul.
Maroon stepped out of his house, keeping his eye on the skinned racoon-looking things as they hurried away. He could feel the distinct thumping of heavy footsteps further out towards the city.
But what worried him was the lack of screaming.
Maroon quietly stepped towards the city, desperate to hear anything.
Nothing.
This wasn't good. He knew that the relatives of the species were human eaters.
…At least, so far as he knew.
Maroon looked up into the sky, watching the skyscrapers, unable to ignore the thumping that shook the ground underneath his feet.
He damn near screeched at the red beast reaching higher than the buildings.
The creature had to be nearly four hundred feet tall, maybe even taller. Long rope-like appendages acted as arms.
He could visualize Purple's biological father being impaled by the creature, as King had described.
Ew.
Maroon would have backed the fuck away and ran like hell away from the creature, but he's been through enough. He'd rather die doing something heroically stupid than die a coward.
…Yeah, that was easier said than done.
Maroon had gone with the first instinct, which was grab a rod from a destroyed building and attack the shit out of a Meat Snake(he could vividly remember the names Victim had figured out due to hours of research), which went better than he thought.
He'd narrowly dodged its tail, which fully intended on smacking him into oblivion, before swinging it again, this time stabbing the creature. It screeched in pain as he ripped the rod out, gagging at the blood and guts caked on it and spilling out of the creature onto the street.
Eh, oh well. One less problem later.
At least, that's what he figured as he ran further into the city, rounding a corner to try and avoid the giant Monolith creature that was towering over everything.
The only thing Maroon could make of the damn thing was its triangle head. Which, in his opinion, was the funniest part of it. Yes, the damn creature was terrifying, and fully capable of killing someone if it really wanted to(King had horror stories of that.), but it was a little hard to take it seriously if its head was in the shape of a triangle.
…Now that he was thinking about it, it was completely ridiculous. What the hell was Silver thinking?
To be fair, Purple's entire family(except his mother and Purple himself) was full of the stupidest people known to creation. And some of the easiest to manipulate, if he was thinking about Navy.
God, this felt ridiculous. The triangle thing wouldn't hurt him!
Would it?
I mean, sure, the thing had thrown Purple into a building, eaten him alive, and then murdered his biological father right in front of him, but still! It wouldn't kill unless provoked! Right?
…Okay, maybe he shouldn't piss it off if it attacked when provoked.
Maybe keeping his distance was a good idea.
Maroon backed further into the street, watching the Monolith intently. His hand grasped the closest wall for support, his other holding the rod, still covered in blood and dripping onto the sidewalk.
Breathe, Mar. Breathe.
Everything's going to be fine.
The city was quiet enough to where he heard the slightest crash further away. The Monolith bellowed, and Maroon took that as the biggest inference to get the fuck out of there and run like hell.
Maroon almost dropped the rod, before taking off in the direction he was walking, skidding to a near-stop as he made the sharp turn onto another street to try and avoid it.
God knows what the fuck set that thing off, but Maroon didn't want to stick around to find out.
He valued his life over stupidity.
(He thinks after being stupid and going into the city like King and Purple were even there.)
A car horn suddenly went off, and Maroon flinched when it came to a stop nearly ten feet away from him.
"What the-"
"Mar! Get in!"
Maroon didn't have to think twice before barreling into the passenger seat.
"Purple, go!"
Purple?!
What in creator-
"WHAT THE FUCK WHERE DID YOU COME FROM-"
"Very, VERY, long story. For, we get the fuck out of here."
"I am in agreement with that, surrogate nephew."
And with that, Purple sped off. Maroon slumped in the seat, explanations taking a backseat for now.
All he was focusing on right now was keeping these kids, specifically Purple, safe and out of harm's way.
King was going to murder him if anything happened to these kids.