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“He was a tough one, I’ll admit it. When he pulled out that machine gun, I didn’t know what we were gonna do. But yu’r pa there thought fast. He took that guy out before he could even fire one measly bullet at us! It was all like, ‘bam, bam!’”

Following the cheap sound effects came two sounds of a real gun firing. The listener didn’t even twitch an ear at the sudden, deafening noises. There was a brief chuckle.

“Ya wanna know what I did after yu’r pa knocked ‘im to the ground?”

“What?”

“I sat on ‘im!”

Only one laugh boomed in the room containing the two people. The large old man laughed at his own joke full-heartedly while the young boy listening looked away absently. The man’s laughter died down slowly as he saw the boy’s less enthusiastic expression, though an amused smile still curved on his large jaws.

“What’s the matter, sport? Yu’r usually hoppin’ all over these stories. I thought that last part would have ya up the wall,” the old tyrannosaurus rex inquired.

The wolf pup hesitated for a moment, as though not sure if he should admit it. “I like hearing them, but… I’d rather see them. I wanna be there,” the boy replied unhappily.

Roger lifted his short arm to scratch his head awkwardly. “Now, kid, ya know it’s too dangerous,” he began, stopping when he saw the boy put on an angry pout. He’d probably heard that same answer over a million times already. The green skinned dinosaur man sighed, spinning one of his handguns skillfully on his hand. He stopped when he saw the boy watching with a sudden peak of interest.

“Ya wanna try it?”

“Can I?!”

The sudden enthusiasm made Roger suddenly regret the offer, but Guntz had already hopped out of his chair and scampered to his side with a big smile. He couldn’t possibly disappoint the boy now. So he did probably the worst thing any adult could ever do; he gave a loaded gun to a 5 year old boy.

“Just don’t tell yu’r pa, all right?”

“Okay.”

Guntz was already pointing the gun ahead of him with one eye shut as he aimed.

“Now, be careful, kid. That gun’s really powerful. Maybe I should start you on somethin’ a bit less—”

The old man was cut off when the gun suddenly fired and the recall sent the boy falling back onto his large stomach. The bullet screamed as it struck a thick metallic pipe ahead, then another, then another. It was like a pinball as it struck back and forth before somehow finally coming back at them. Roger could hear the tiny thing fly right over his head and pierce the concrete wall behind him.

He took off his black felt hat, examining the perfect little circle that now made it possible to see through to the other side. “…dangerous,” the dinosaur finished, looking down at the pup. Guntz smiled sheepishly before standing up straight again and looked back at the gun. Roger took it from his grip and replaced it was a significantly smaller and lighter handgun. Guntz again resumed an amateur aiming pose.

“Like I said, be careful. Make sure ya know what yu’r aimin’ at. If ya don’t, ya might wind up hittin’ something ya don’t mean to. Someone ya don’t mean to. Guns are dangerous weapons with a deadly blow. Ya could easily kill someone by accident,” the old man warned.

Guntz barely twitched an ear in response. Roger smiled in amusement. “But that won’t scare ya, will it?” The boy shook his head, mumbling an “uh-uh.” Roger bent over and placed a small, two-clawed hand on the boy’s shoulder. “See yu’r target and take aim. Make sure ya know ya’ll hit it. Don’t fire until ya do. When ya do, fire.”

Guntz barely waited until Roger was finished before he fired at the lone, empty tin can that was sitting atop the table ahead of them. It jerked back sharply as the bullet struck it dead center. It flew off the table and clattered onto the ground noisily. The following moment was silence.

“Yeah! I did it!”

Guntz hopped up and down like a rabbit with the gun still in his hand. Roger scratched his head with a grin. “Ya sure did, sport.” Only the short squeal of breaking tires outside was able to interrupt the boy from his moment of ecstasy.

“Oh! Dad’s back!” Guntz started running toward the door of the old warehouse spontaneously.

“Wait, kid! The gun! The gun!” Roger called after him urgently. Guntz nearly skidded to a stop and spun around, skipping back to the old man with a sheepish grin as he placed the gun in his claws. “Remember, sport. This is our secret,” he reminded the pup carefully.

“Uh-huh!” And with that, the boy was running back for the door.

Roger watched him with a sigh, glancing at the fallen can, then at his poor damaged felt hat. “I’m gonna hafta get that fixed.”

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I was only going to upload the writing at first. But then I had a terrible urge to draw Roger and little Guntz together. So... I did.

The whole story itself was inspired when I thought up a t-rex character yesterday to replace a younger, black panther character who was going to appear in my old Klonoa fanfic Legend of Rebirth. This Roger serves the same purpose as the previous, only I think this one is more interesting. 8D

And no, I'm not going to color this. It was supposed to be a simple, messy sketch, but then I decided to clean it up anyway. Be happy. D8

...Does Guntz look too old? I think I had "7 years old" going through my head as I drew him instead of 5. I still like the way he looks here, though...

So yeah, this is related to Lucid Dreams, as usual. Not sure if the scene itself will appear in the comic, but it'll be mentioned. Roger acted as a babysitter for Guntz when Butz wasn't around. Though Butz really didn't want Guntz using any guns, Roger couldn't help himself, being as the boy had a fascination for them all his life. Roger is also the only one who helps Guntz out after Butz is killed.

...

Klonoa (c) Namco

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“He was a tough one, I’ll admit it. When he pulled out that machine gun, I didn’t know what we were gonna do. But yu’r pa there thought fast. He took that guy out before he could even fire one measly bullet at us! It was all like, ‘bam, bam!’”

Following the cheap sound effects came two sounds of a real gun firing. The listener didn’t even twitch an ear at the sudden, deafening noises. There was a brief chuckle.

“Ya wanna know what I did after yu’r pa knocked ‘im to the ground?”

“What?”

“I sat on ‘im!”

Only one laugh boomed in the room containing the two people. The large old man laughed at his own joke full-heartedly while the young boy listening looked away absently. The man’s laughter died down slowly as he saw the boy’s less enthusiastic expression, though an amused smile still curved on his large jaws.

“What’s the matter, sport? Yu’r usually hoppin’ all over these stories. I thought that last part would have ya up the wall,” the old tyrannosaurus rex inquired.

The wolf pup hesitated for a moment, as though not sure if he should admit it. “I like hearing them, but… I’d rather see them. I wanna be there,” the boy replied unhappily.

Roger lifted his short arm to scratch his head awkwardly. “Now, kid, ya know it’s too dangerous,” he began, stopping when he saw the boy put on an angry pout. He’d probably heard that same answer over a million times already. The green skinned dinosaur man sighed, spinning one of his handguns skillfully on his hand. He stopped when he saw the boy watching with a sudden peak of interest.

“Ya wanna try it?”

“Can I?!”

The sudden enthusiasm made Roger suddenly regret the offer, but Guntz had already hopped out of his chair and scampered to his side with a big smile. He couldn’t possibly disappoint the boy now. So he did probably the worst thing any adult could ever do; he gave a loaded gun to a 5 year old boy.

“Just don’t tell yu’r pa, all right?”

“Okay.”

Guntz was already pointing the gun ahead of him with one eye shut as he aimed.

“Now, be careful, kid. That gun’s really powerful. Maybe I should start you on somethin’ a bit less—”

The old man was cut off when the gun suddenly fired and the recall sent the boy falling back onto his large stomach. The bullet screamed as it struck a thick metallic pipe ahead, then another, then another. It was like a pinball as it struck back and forth before somehow finally coming back at them. Roger could hear the tiny thing fly right over his head and pierce the concrete wall behind him.

He took off his black felt hat, examining the perfect little circle that now made it possible to see through to the other side. “…dangerous,” the dinosaur finished, looking down at the pup. Guntz smiled sheepishly before standing up straight again and looked back at the gun. Roger took it from his grip and replaced it was a significantly smaller and lighter handgun. Guntz again resumed an amateur aiming pose.

“Like I said, be careful. Make sure ya know what yu’r aimin’ at. If ya don’t, ya might wind up hittin’ something ya don’t mean to. Someone ya don’t mean to. Guns are dangerous weapons with a deadly blow. Ya could easily kill someone by accident,” the old man warned.

Guntz barely twitched an ear in response. Roger smiled in amusement. “But that won’t scare ya, will it?” The boy shook his head, mumbling an “uh-uh.” Roger bent over and placed a small, two-clawed hand on the boy’s shoulder. “See yu’r target and take aim. Make sure ya know ya’ll hit it. Don’t fire until ya do. When ya do, fire.”

Guntz barely waited until Roger was finished before he fired at the lone, empty tin can that was sitting atop the table ahead of them. It jerked back sharply as the bullet struck it dead center. It flew off the table and clattered onto the ground noisily. The following moment was silence.

“Yeah! I did it!”

Guntz hopped up and down like a rabbit with the gun still in his hand. Roger scratched his head with a grin. “Ya sure did, sport.” Only the short squeal of breaking tires outside was able to interrupt the boy from his moment of ecstasy.

“Oh! Dad’s back!” Guntz started running toward the door of the old warehouse spontaneously.

“Wait, kid! The gun! The gun!” Roger called after him urgently. Guntz nearly skidded to a stop and spun around, skipping back to the old man with a sheepish grin as he placed the gun in his claws. “Remember, sport. This is our secret,” he reminded the pup carefully.

“Uh-huh!” And with that, the boy was running back for the door.

Roger watched him with a sigh, glancing at the fallen can, then at his poor damaged felt hat. “I’m gonna hafta get that fixed.”

---

I was only going to upload the writing at first. But then I had a terrible urge to draw Roger and little Guntz together. So... I did.

The whole story itself was inspired when I thought up a t-rex character yesterday to replace a younger, black panther character who was going to appear in my old Klonoa fanfic Legend of Rebirth. This Roger serves the same purpose as the previous, only I think this one is more interesting. 8D

And no, I'm not going to color this. It was supposed to be a simple, messy sketch, but then I decided to clean it up anyway. Be happy. D8

...Does Guntz look too old? I think I had "7 years old" going through my head as I drew him instead of 5. I still like the way he looks here, though...

So yeah, this is related to Lucid Dreams, as usual. Not sure if the scene itself will appear in the comic, but it'll be mentioned. Roger acted as a babysitter for Guntz when Butz wasn't around. Though Butz really didn't want Guntz using any guns, Roger couldn't help himself, being as the boy had a fascination for them all his life. Roger is also the only one who helps Guntz out after Butz is killed.

...

Klonoa (c) Namco