A Boy and His Anomaly

[Carn_Val]

Dumdfounded, I simply followed the boy physically with my thoughts running all over the place. "Now how did I get into this mess? I was walking down town hungry, looking for something and...and....and what next? Eyes? Why do I recall eyeballs? Round, shiny...wait, that kid. He did something... " Somehow, I can't seem to remember when did I actually start following the kid, it's just that...those eyes, gah, it reminds me of bad things, really bad things. If I had bodyhair, they'd be standing in attention. *shudders*

Before I overload my brain from thinking too much, I continued our little chat. "Actually, if you said so earlier, I would have believed you. I mean what kind of kid roams around in broad daylight looking for ants for their ant farm? You should be chilling somewhere cool with your fiddly hands on a Dataverse Tablet Device like any kid today would, playing games, checking the Dataverse and whatever. Just... don't read those tweets, mind you. Also, this is Ambrosia, a town of teenagers and juveniles of all races and species + ME, the adults moved out ages ago. Most of them." I tried to sound like I figured out his scheme, believe me, I tried.

"Well, you got a point there mister...uhm...miste-"
"Carn, just Carn. Can't believe you forgot my very special name after our introductions, Darryl, Darwin, Doo-hicky, Dave- kid, just kid, yeah, kid." The kid looked convinced.
"He seemed to have fallen for it, gehehe." The little uhm...boy(?) actually sounds nice considering I almost mistook him for a piece of talking ham I'd gladly bite a chunk off of. The fruits here will suffice though so I casually grab a ripe red fruit and munch on it, its juices oozing out as proof of its succulence. "So *munch* kid, where are we *munch* heading? If you really *munch* are psychic then you *munch* should know what's up ahead right?" I enticed him into eating as well, making sure every bite I took sent granulated foodbits unto his general direction as I gently spray some of the masticated bits at him to give him a sample of its taste while I was talking. "*gulp* Like an army of orcs from a rival orc tribe? Ofcourse I'm kidding."

Somehow, ignoring the stray bits of my recent meal on his face, the remark made the kid's expression switch from bright and cheery to dim, grim and sunk like a dingy in the middle of a shallow lake. What could that mean? Who cares? This is probably the adventure I was hoping for! I brace myself for whatever may happen, pushing the kid away from the suddenly hostile air. Scythe in hand, I couldn't hide the grin that was occupying half my face.
"This feels bad...just the way I like it."