Don't ask why there is a gorilla being involved in this.
More likely, ask who is that gorilla getting involved in this mess.
So when a gorilla that is huge for gorilla terms comes barging in the newly-created battle, all it could do is say telepathically, < What the hell is that? That thing has wheels? >
There was a glimpse of black and a dark sky, the feeling of dead earth underneath her, and then...
A nightmare.
The aliens, again, and this time, she knows. Oh, how she knows. There was only a flash of them before, but now they're real here, and they are more than just half-remembered figments of her mind.
And there's something else there. Blue.
"...an andalite?"
And she goes under again, dissolving into the dream, into the patchwork sky, until this time, this time she surfaces.
She stands on the grass, and she looks around finally. Andalite. Alien. Gorilla.
She hears the voice in her head, and she blinks a few times.
"...Marco?"
Of course, a dream, she says to herself. And she accepts that.
Matt doesn't know how he got here, or where here even really is, but he feels a wrongness to it that goes deeper than the cracked sky. It's a dream. It has to be.
He's seen Marco as a gorilla before. Has no idea who the woman is.
He sees two... fucked-up hybrids of dinosaurs and half-size monster trucks, or something, where there were only pieces before.
"What the actual fuck are those things?" he blurts out, and instantly wishes he'd kept his fool mouth shut.
It's difficult enough to focus on these damned creatures circling him, but when he hears other voices, familiar voices--he spares a stalk eye to glance behind, and there they are: Marco, in gorilla morph. Matt. Loren.
Oh, god. She really is here.
... But. How the hell does she know Marco?
No time to question it.
< They're called Mortons-- > he explains, harried, as he slams another Mortron's head away with the flat edge of his blade. Using the torf is the only safe way to use his blade on these things, to make certain he doesn't split them open and allow them to multiply further.
He almost thinks he has things under control, until one of the Mortrons veers away, heading straight for the others.
Marco turns to the blond woman. He has no idea who she is.
< How did you know my name? >
But then suddenly those wheel-things is heading towards them, they are too fast to outrun. Marco immediately charged at Hot Wheels and punches it square in the face. The creature turns to it side, wheels turning uselessly. The head suddenly pops out of its own body and spread its wings straight toward Marco's face. Marco grabs it by the beak and starts to smash it to the strange, splintered ground again and again.
Marco doesn't stop until he can feel the Mortron's skull starting to collapse.
Silverback gorillas have the strongest fists in the world, after all.
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More likely, ask who is that gorilla getting involved in this mess.
So when a gorilla that is huge for gorilla terms comes barging in the newly-created battle, all it could do is say telepathically, < What the hell is that? That thing has wheels? >
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A nightmare.
The aliens, again, and this time, she knows. Oh, how she knows. There was only a flash of them before, but now they're real here, and they are more than just half-remembered figments of her mind.
And there's something else there. Blue.
"...an andalite?"
And she goes under again, dissolving into the dream, into the patchwork sky, until this time, this time she surfaces.
She stands on the grass, and she looks around finally. Andalite. Alien. Gorilla.
She hears the voice in her head, and she blinks a few times.
"...Marco?"
Of course, a dream, she says to herself. And she accepts that.
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He's seen Marco as a gorilla before. Has no idea who the woman is.
He sees two... fucked-up hybrids of dinosaurs and half-size monster trucks, or something, where there were only pieces before.
"What the actual fuck are those things?" he blurts out, and instantly wishes he'd kept his fool mouth shut.
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Oh, god. She really is here.
... But. How the hell does she know Marco?
No time to question it.
< They're called Mortons-- > he explains, harried, as he slams another Mortron's head away with the flat edge of his blade. Using the torf is the only safe way to use his blade on these things, to make certain he doesn't split them open and allow them to multiply further.
He almost thinks he has things under control, until one of the Mortrons veers away, heading straight for the others.
< RUN! >
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< How did you know my name? >
But then suddenly those wheel-things is heading towards them, they are too fast to outrun. Marco immediately charged at Hot Wheels and punches it square in the face. The creature turns to it side, wheels turning uselessly. The head suddenly pops out of its own body and spread its wings straight toward Marco's face. Marco grabs it by the beak and starts to smash it to the strange, splintered ground again and again.
Marco doesn't stop until he can feel the Mortron's skull starting to collapse.
Silverback gorillas have the strongest fists in the world, after all.
< All of you, move! >
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