Lolly: Here's chapter three of my fic, enjoy!.
Disclaimer: I don't own Keroro Gunso or any of its characters. Mmyes
Tamama hurriedly navigated down the halls until he reached his destination: the base entrance. Muttering the secret code into the voice receiver, the 'fridge' opened its door and he squirmed in immediately.
"I hope Gunsou-san is alright, desu…", Tamama said to himself as he slide down the tunnel. He exited it quickly after and landed perfectly on his feet inside the belly of the base. The tadpole looked around, sensing no danger, but felt a sort of a heaviness hanging the air like an invisible cloud.
The feeling was contagious as his own body instinctively reacted in fearful shivers. Something happened..something..bad and unforgivable… Tamama wanted to step back and run for his dear life, but he knew he couldn't when someone needed help, especially when that person was his precious Gunsou-san.
Resisting the overwhelming urge to flee right then and there, he braved it up by walking slowly down the main hall aisle, looking behind his back every other second in paranoia. The second class private never noticed how dark the halls were and how achingly long they suddenly became as he forced himself to walk down them. Anxiety built up eerily in the pit of his stomach and he could feel his heart beat quickly when he rounded the corner to see-
"AAHHHH!", Tamama yelled automatically, his scream echoing metallically within the underground vicinity. His heart stopped as his eyes widened at the horror fest before him.
A few tributary halls away, Dororos head snapped up at the sound of an involuntary scream. A wicked smile spread across his masked face, his eyes slanting in silent evil laughter.
"Tamama", he whispered to himself in a tone of voice that was lower than usual.
He wheeled around and jetted back down the halls to his first killing spot in silence.
Tamama froze in fear when he saw a heap of something leaking blood all over the metallic base floor. The smell of the life fluid stung his nostrils as fear enveloped him in an obnoxious hug. He couldn't help but remain immovable as he let his young, innocent eyes stare hard at the abandoned pile of sliced bones and meat.
Not far away from the bloodied mass was a phone that was recklessly broken. A few sparks flew from its wounds intermittently every few seconds as it laid uselessly on the ground. Tamama quickly realized in distress that it was Keroros phone. Only Keroro had a green phone decorated with yellow stars on it.
The young tadpole couldn't believe his eyes! His Keroro is ..dead? The youngest platoon soldier felt a sudden, foreign feeling cascade over him. He couldn't figure out what it was as he stared mindlessly at his late idols massacred body. His anxiety tripled and his heart felt like it was going explode into tiny pieces from fear and shock.
Snapping out of his horrific reverie long enough to realize that the corpse was fresh, Tamama quickly concluded that the killer might still be around. As much as he wants to grieve over his once object of affections mutilated carcass, the flighty section of his brain screamed at him to get out of there and fast. Following his instincts, Tamama attempted to run back from whence he came, the base entrance, but as soon as he turned around he ran into another keronian body.
"Eek!", he yelped as he smashed head first into the taller persons figure. Without warning, the tadpole quickly charged up a Tamama Impact within his mouth and let it loose blindly. The mystery person easily stepped out of the way, as if it predicted this would happen. The blast beamed further and collided with a wall that was in a distance causing the sound of exploding and crumbling wall in its wake.
Feeling slightly dizzy headed from the sudden event, Tamama stumbled back a few steps before looking up into the others face. He let out a mental sigh of relief when it was just Dororo he sees, and that he was not hurt from his beam weapon. The tadpole ignored the fact that Dororo stood unresponsive and walked up towards him like a needy child.
"Sorry, Dororo-senpai, I didn't see you there..thank goodness you got out of the way in t-time….", he mumbled through rising sobs before completely closing the distance between them and looped his arms around the other in total abandon, letting renewed tears gush down his face.
"D-Dororo-senpai, someone has done horrible th-things to Gunsou-san!", Tamama managed to stutter between throaty wails. He rubbed onto the others stomach like a favorite comfort plushie, failing to notice the other remained impassive. However, Tamama didn't care as he just needed something warm and alive to be there- to reaffirm his own living existence at the moment.
Dororo groggily opened his eyes to see he is a resident in an unfamiliar territory of some sort. He seemed to be in some kind of odd dome with of bubbles of various sizes floating all around him dreamily. He wasn't sure what he was seeing as his pupils were still clouded with sleep and blurry.
"A-Am I still in the molding machine?.." Dororo asked to no one in particular as he rubbed his eyes. Nothing answered him. Frowning, Dororo ignored his abnormal surroundings to look down at his body.
His body flickered a few times, as if it were a hologram, before he was curiously whole ad solid. He lifted up his hand in disappointment to find he was still keronian. The blue alien frog looked up to see an endless vortex of white above him. Lifting an invisible eyebrow, he looked down to see a pit of a red lava like substance boiling restlessly as fog that was oddly shaped like tentacles squirmed above it.
Dororo blinked a couple times in surprise. "Since when did I access the soul drive?", Dororo told himself. He remembered only one other time he was in one, and it was in Giroros head. This soul drive looked nothing like Giroros at all.
The lance corporal concentrated on back tracking his memories, trying to remember the last thing he was doing before everything went black.
"Ah..that's right..", Dororo muttered to himself, reconnecting with his mind. "I was watching Keroro walk away after I exited the molding machine..but…how did I get myself into someones soul drive?", he asked himself. "This is odd…this was defiantly not in the experiment agenda…"
He looked around the peculiar landscape for answers and spotted one of the numerous bubbles floating near him.
"Only one way to find out who's head I'm in to start things off..", he muttered to himself as he latched onto the memory globe. He quickly apologized to the being's mind for invading their bank of memories before diving his head into the bubble.
It was a school setting with many happy tadpoles running around. The memory was in sepia tone, giving it a true old aged memory look. Dororo scanned his new surroundings and found the place to be familiar. As if on queue, the memory focuses on a tadpole Keroro, Giroro and himself running around, playing tag on the schools playground.
Dororo's forehead wrinkled in confusion as his head assumed many strings of conclusions. Popping himself out of the bubble, he hurriedly floated to another and checked it to see if it would confirm any of his calculations.
Now it was a memory of him in his childhood house, paging through his favorite comic book. He had belly flopped himself onto a plush rug and was excited about how his idol hero was winning a battle with some villain.
The ninja once again exited the memory, his face constricted in a bewildered manner.
"I'm..in my own soul drive…?", he asked himself worriedly. "How is this possible!?..If I'm here then what's..?"
It took a few minutes before the dark tadpole managed to cry his heart out when logic revisited his stressed mind. Remembering who's belly pillow he was crying into, he looked up to the others face. The light blue pupils stared forward mindlessly, as if there was no soul within them. Tamama frowned worriedly.
"D…Doror-senpai..?", he asked quietly, not sure if he was doing the right thing by gaining the ninjas attention. As if snapping out of a trance, Dororos creakily looked down to gaze at the tadpoles young face.
"A-are you grieving over G-Gunsou-san too..?", he said unsurely, immediately getting intimidated by the blue keronians blank stare.
Tamama couldn't tell what was going on through the blue keronians mind, but the emotionless pupils that bore into him was giving him the creeps. 'This isn't the Dororo senpai I know at all!', Tamama thought to himself as he slowly unlaced his arms from the ninja and stepped back. With every movement he made, Dororos eyes lifelessly followed. Warning bells were ringing frantically in the back of Tamamas head.
Dororos continued to stare at the young ones face, mesmerized by its flawlessness.
Unmarred..innocent..pure…unfazed,free..something his own face barely had the chance to feel. According to family tradition, he was required to cover his mouth area with a surgical mask.
His taste evolved over the years, his surgical mask turning into a gas mask and then swapped into a ninja garment, but still loosely held onto the idea of covering his mouth, which is never to be seen by anything other than his relatives. Keroros childhood abuse on him didn't help him either, as it bruised his already diving confidence that promoted him to never show his real face to anyone.
Morever…he noticed how Keroro never took advantage of the dark tadpole, despite the fact he was way lower in rank and was younger, giving Keroro all the more reason to pick on Tamama, and not himself. The deceased frog always showed gratitude to the young one, even if he STOLE the credit. Even when he did things that would ultimately ruin the plan…Keroro still praised him.
This greedy brat took all of the trophies and stood constantly on the pedestal while Dororo suffered the pain. Tamama was spoiled and never worked hard to get his prizes, while Dororo worked hard for dust.
The anger returned with a vengeance, boiling his blood and soul. His skin pleasantly tingled with heat and his aura burst into flames. The familiar snake once again coiled within his innards, fueling his ever-violent antagonism.
Now Tamama was scarred out of his wits. He never saw Dororo like this! Those once kind eyes became murderous slits as his face darkened with hatred. 'What did I do to anger Dororo-senpai!?', Tamama thought to himself as he quickened his backing up pace. Slowly, step by step, Dororo advanced in his trail as he stared dangerously at his new target.
The second class private yelped when Dororo moved forward with the demeanor of intentional annihilation. Coincidentally, something red caught the corner of Tamamas eye. Looking at it instinctively, he saw that Dororos sword sheathe dripped with fresh blood. Putting two and two together that was Dororos abrupt anger and Keroros murder, Tamama concluded the situation that it was the ninjas doing. The mere thought of Dororo transitioning from a generous hearted gardener to a blood thirsty murderer by a mysterious means clogged Tamamas mind with dizzying horror.
The dark tadpole was too scarred to think straight, only fragments of thoughts flitting through his mind. The only thing that managed to manifest into a half baked concept was that if he were to fight back, the experienced assassin would end his life in a split second. Although Tamama was more agile and skill worthy compared to Keroro due to countless hours of training, he still knew he was no match for Dororo. He saw Dororos power and secretly hoped he never had to taste the cold steal of that blade.
Two of Tamamas greatest fears were born today. Keroro is dead and so is Dororos gentle spirit! And now that empty shell of his has gone psychotic and wants him dead! 'How could this happen to me!?', Tamama thought o himself.
Fighting was obviously not an option for survival in the situation. He would have to resort to finding help or talking it through to Dororo. He highly doubted that talking to the enraged frog would snap him out of his killing spree, but that won't stop Tamama from trying if it meant his life was hanging on a thin thread.
"D-Dororo-senpai, desu…", Tamama calmly and sweetly said as he summoned his cell phone out from the sight of the advancing murderer. "What is wrong? Please talk to me?", he asked as sugary sweet as he could through a shaky, constricted throat. Dororo remained silent. If anything, it angered him more as he reached behind his back for something.
Tamama panicked. 'My plan isn't working!!', he yelled inside his head. Immediately abandoning his sweet chat and not risking another try, he ran for his life. Frantic, he lifted up the cell phone into sight and dialed Giroros number, knowing that either he or Kururu would be a much better match against the stampeding ninja.
"Please answer, Giroro senpai!", he muttered nervously, looking over his shoulder to see Dororo effortlessly striding after him with one hand still behind his back. He shrieked and ran as fast as his alien froggy legs could carry him. He skidded a halt and sharply ran over the corner, revealing more halls.
"Giro! Giro! Giro!", rang Giroros phone. The red keronian looked down in surprise as his cell phone vibrated enthusiastically.
"Hm?", muttered Natsumi as she looked around for the source of the sound. Giroro panicked and hid behind the living room couch to get out of her light of sight. He was routinely spying on Natsumi as she prepared dinner for the family. After she mumbled to herself about hearing things, she returned to her duties. Giroros let out a sigh of relief and crawled out of the living room and to the direction of his tent. He was in the mood for some sweet potatoes anyway.
Slightly irked at the sudden abruption, he flipped open his crimson phone and looked at the screen. A picture of Tamamas face sprouted and took up half the screen with the kanji 'Receiving call from Tamama' under it. Rolling his eyes and growling, he prayed to the keronian gods that Tamama didn't disrupt him for something stupid like usual.
He pressed the 'answer' button and lifted it to his head as he shuffled to his tent. "What is it, Tamama?", he gruffly said into the phone. At first all he could hear was a frenzy of running feet in the background, until Tamamas panicked voice yelled into the voice receiver.
"Giroro-senpai! Please help me! Dororo has gone CRAZY, desu!", he yelled. He turned on the motion camera so that Giroro could see through his phone screen to see what was going on. The screen revealed Tamamas sweaty face until he shifted the phone to look over his shoulder. An angry Dororo was in leisure pursuit, his hand still behind his back as if gripping something behind there. Giroro gaped when he saw the blue ninjas face. This was nothing like he's seen before!
"This better not be a prank, Tamama! Dororo has never acted like that! Did you ask him to chase you around the base?", he growled into the phone.
"Honestly, desu! He killed Gunsou-saaannn", he squealed through heavy huffs of exhaustion. Giroros eyes widened in horror. Keroro is dead!? Dororo killed Keroro!? A wave of anxiety washed over him, as this seemed sudden and unreal. He wished this was a bad dream, but Tamamas tone of voice was very convincing.
"Please hurry!!-eek!", squealed Tamama as he had caught a bump in the floor and tripped, making his cellphone fly out of his hand. It sailed across the hall until it hit the floor hard causing it to the screen to flicker and sputter. The screen was facing him on the landing and Giroro saw a shot of Tamama lifting his head up with tears falling down his face and reaching desperately for his phone. Dororo was in the background, still advancing from behind Tamama, but now has a couple of shuriken in his hands. He saw the phone with Giroro on the other line and frowned. He lifted his hand and expertly threw one of his shurikens at the phone, striking its heart and short-circuiting it.
All Giroro received hence forth was static snow on his screen. "Tamama!?", Giroro yelled, trying to get through to the endangered tadpole. He received nothing but static and growled in anger.
Giroro still couldn't believe that Dororo (if that was only Dororo and not a clone of him) of all of them snapped and went on a surprise killing spree and Keroro was dead, but he had to rescue Tamama! He snapped his phone shut and ran back into of the house. He ran past Natsumi, who yelled something about 'running in the house', but he was long gone before she could even finish her sentence.
He practically yelled the password into the voice receiver and entered the base.
Dororo grinned in pleasure as sparks flew from the now dead cellphone and turned his attention back to Tamama. The tadpole still had his arm outstretched, now uselessly, and turned his head so that he could look at the ninja pleadingly.
Tamamas eyes were big and gushing, his whole body delicately shaking in tremors from his tears.
"Why Dororo Senpai?...why?", he whispered quietly as the ninja closed in on him...
Lolly: WHOO! Sorry it took so long! Hmm, I wonder what the heck is going on with Dororo!? Guess you'll find out in the next chapter ;P