Tanuki
Friend of All Chu
- Location
- Rhyme City
- Pronouns
- He/him/his
Zane’s head didn’t have enough ram for any of this. Only sparse snippets of their conversation even went through to him. He couldn’t admit Vix was right, but the thought of memories returning shot a bleak hole through his already bleak plan. Remembering a world where he ran everyone away, pitted himself in infamous isolation sounded like a fresh, new Hell.
It wasn’t fresh or new, though. He had plenty memories of such a world. Jolt’s. He was a monster. The very sight of him invoked contemptuous looks, screams, swears, a frying pan he could still feel smashed into his skull, because that was who he was. Whatever stupid voice sent him knew that when it made his form.
He was made to be hated. No amount of community service, rescues, or any selfless act would keep them from running him out of town. He got what he deserved. Some people were born to be hated; fighting it was pointless.
“Strategy?” He thought he heard someone ask him about his at some point. “Don’t have much of one. Just a really punchable face.” He smirked. “Call it talent. People get a kick out of beating me senseless, and I’d rather they hit me than someone who can actually fight.”
It wasn’t fresh or new, though. He had plenty memories of such a world. Jolt’s. He was a monster. The very sight of him invoked contemptuous looks, screams, swears, a frying pan he could still feel smashed into his skull, because that was who he was. Whatever stupid voice sent him knew that when it made his form.
He was made to be hated. No amount of community service, rescues, or any selfless act would keep them from running him out of town. He got what he deserved. Some people were born to be hated; fighting it was pointless.
“Strategy?” He thought he heard someone ask him about his at some point. “Don’t have much of one. Just a really punchable face.” He smirked. “Call it talent. People get a kick out of beating me senseless, and I’d rather they hit me than someone who can actually fight.”