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An Oddworld Inhabitants Fan Fiction by Teejayyh Stuart
Against All Odds

Chapter 2

A loud bang was heard as a raging Big Bro Slig walked into the Cafeteria. The door then slammed once more as it closed. Everyone could see the dent left in the wall. All the other Sligs went quiet as the Big Bro looked around the room.

"Where the HELL is Negro!?" he yelled in a very deep voice. The room was still quiet. "Have ANY of you seen him!? If no one fesses up, there'll be big trouble for them!"

Still the room was quiet.

"Dammit, once I get my hands on that motherfu-" raged the Big Bro.

"Yo, Bastion. What'd Negro do this time?" laughed a Slig at the back of the room with a cigarette in his mouth. He lazily took it out and blew a puff of smoke.

"Well Cyrus, that IDIOT stole a flyers pants! And if you SLACKERS don't get a move on and go FIND him, ya'll get POUNDED!"

There was panic amongst the Sligs as they all rushed to fetch their Slogs and guns. They all scrambled out of the cafeteria, leaving only Bastion and Cyrus in the room.

They eyed each other for a moment, then Cyrus casually got up. "Alright, I'll go fetch that idiot…"

Bastion snorted in approval. "Do what you must, I want that good-for-nothing-misfit here in half an hour. I want to teach him a lesson…"

He then left the room, leaving Cyrus to finish his cigarette. He sighed loudly. "Negro… you're screwed…"

*****

The desert around him was vast and seemed to never end. In all directions, there was only sand with the occasional dead tree or shrub. He ran as fast as his pants would work, with a barking slog running along beside him, carrying a rather large metal object on his back.

The sound of an alarm filled the air. He panicked and wanted to run faster, although he couldn't. He just kept running, he couldn't stop now. He had to escape the hell of a place he lived in. A thought of that Mudokon named Abe who escaped Rupture Farms a few years ago gave him some hope of a better life.

But how could he ever possibly have a better life? He was a Slig. And Sligs worked for Glukkons in factories and beat Mudokons and drank coffee and smoked cigarettes. But that wasn't what he wanted.

Negro wasn't any ordinary Slig. He wasn't like those poor, unfortunate Sligs that hated killing but then died in the end. He could kill, that was easy. That was natural. And he certainly wasn't like those Sligs whose hobby was killing. He wasn't like that at all. This particular Slig wanted nothing more than a life outside of what Sligs are used to. He wanted an adventure.

He turned his head to see a whole army of Sligs and Slogs running out of Mongo Electronics. And they were all looking for him.

He finally reached the forest. This would be his chance to hid from the other Sligs, he quickly dashed through all the shrubs and hid behind a large tree. He began untying the flyers pants off the back of his Slog. He hoisted the pants up and onto the floor. He took off his own and began to crawl over to the flyers. This was his last hope of escaping. He could fly away and be free of the hell he lived in. Just as he was about to get in, he was pinned down from behind. His Slog whimpered in fear and ran off. He turned his head and looked up. Above him was what seemed to be a rather large dragon. It was black with white markings as well as large horns, wings, claws and spikes.

It sniffed him and roared loudly.

Negro shivered in fear. The dragon opened its mouth wide like it was going to eat him. Just as Negro cringed and thought it was the end of him, the dragon roared and toppled over. Something had hit it. Negro saw a large figure emerge from the bushes. He was tall, muscular and wore black and white armour. His horns were large and spiralled around the sides of his head. He wore a crossbow on his arm and used what seemed to be live ammo. He shot at the dragon with a Stingbee.

While the dragon was distracted Negro used this time to escape. He turned around to get into the flyers pants but instead saw a very angry Slig looking down at him.

Cyrus.

Description
An Oddworld Inhabitants Fan Fiction by Teejayyh Stuart
Against All Odds

Chapter 2

A loud bang was heard as a raging Big Bro Slig walked into the Cafeteria. The door then slammed once more as it closed. Everyone could see the dent left in the wall. All the other Sligs went quiet as the Big Bro looked around the room.

"Where the HELL is Negro!?" he yelled in a very deep voice. The room was still quiet. "Have ANY of you seen him!? If no one fesses up, there'll be big trouble for them!"

Still the room was quiet.

"Dammit, once I get my hands on that motherfu-" raged the Big Bro.

"Yo, Bastion. What'd Negro do this time?" laughed a Slig at the back of the room with a cigarette in his mouth. He lazily took it out and blew a puff of smoke.

"Well Cyrus, that IDIOT stole a flyers pants! And if you SLACKERS don't get a move on and go FIND him, ya'll get POUNDED!"

There was panic amongst the Sligs as they all rushed to fetch their Slogs and guns. They all scrambled out of the cafeteria, leaving only Bastion and Cyrus in the room.

They eyed each other for a moment, then Cyrus casually got up. "Alright, I'll go fetch that idiot…"

Bastion snorted in approval. "Do what you must, I want that good-for-nothing-misfit here in half an hour. I want to teach him a lesson…"

He then left the room, leaving Cyrus to finish his cigarette. He sighed loudly. "Negro… you're screwed…"

*****

The desert around him was vast and seemed to never end. In all directions, there was only sand with the occasional dead tree or shrub. He ran as fast as his pants would work, with a barking slog running along beside him, carrying a rather large metal object on his back.

The sound of an alarm filled the air. He panicked and wanted to run faster, although he couldn't. He just kept running, he couldn't stop now. He had to escape the hell of a place he lived in. A thought of that Mudokon named Abe who escaped Rupture Farms a few years ago gave him some hope of a better life.

But how could he ever possibly have a better life? He was a Slig. And Sligs worked for Glukkons in factories and beat Mudokons and drank coffee and smoked cigarettes. But that wasn't what he wanted.

Negro wasn't any ordinary Slig. He wasn't like those poor, unfortunate Sligs that hated killing but then died in the end. He could kill, that was easy. That was natural. And he certainly wasn't like those Sligs whose hobby was killing. He wasn't like that at all. This particular Slig wanted nothing more than a life outside of what Sligs are used to. He wanted an adventure.

He turned his head to see a whole army of Sligs and Slogs running out of Mongo Electronics. And they were all looking for him.

He finally reached the forest. This would be his chance to hid from the other Sligs, he quickly dashed through all the shrubs and hid behind a large tree. He began untying the flyers pants off the back of his Slog. He hoisted the pants up and onto the floor. He took off his own and began to crawl over to the flyers. This was his last hope of escaping. He could fly away and be free of the hell he lived in. Just as he was about to get in, he was pinned down from behind. His Slog whimpered in fear and ran off. He turned his head and looked up. Above him was what seemed to be a rather large dragon. It was black with white markings as well as large horns, wings, claws and spikes.

It sniffed him and roared loudly.

Negro shivered in fear. The dragon opened its mouth wide like it was going to eat him. Just as Negro cringed and thought it was the end of him, the dragon roared and toppled over. Something had hit it. Negro saw a large figure emerge from the bushes. He was tall, muscular and wore black and white armour. His horns were large and spiralled around the sides of his head. He wore a crossbow on his arm and used what seemed to be live ammo. He shot at the dragon with a Stingbee.

While the dragon was distracted Negro used this time to escape. He turned around to get into the flyers pants but instead saw a very angry Slig looking down at him.

Cyrus.