(CW: violence, injuries, blood, temporary character death. it's just arcjec becoming a rainbow drinker including how he died.)
He shouldn't have went back to Repiton. He shouldn't have checked on his old school. They shouldn't have continued when he saw the schoolhive playground and building in shambles.
His feet seemed stuck as he watched this giant scaled beast turn its head toward him. The creature quietly grumbled, its eyes now full of hunger.
They finally decided to use their wings when the skulltitan started approaching him. He felt relieved about escaping this thing, flapping their wings and turning away from the danger.
That was until they felt a huge tail smack him down, like a flyswatter landing on a fruit fly. The snarl he heard was louder than anything they'd heard before. He could swear he could just barely hear a snap in his wings.
He impacted with what remains of a roundabout. A rusted and creaky thing. He grunted, pained, looking up at the skulltitan towering over him.
Everything either hurt or numbed, they couldn't tell. Which didn't improve when the beast raised a claw, clearly about to strike.
He didn't even feel it. He didn't remember it when cornsyrup stained his gir hoodie. He didn't remember it when he died, watching the skulltitan walk off with blood splattered on its scales.
When he woke up, everything was still painful. Lying against an old roundabout, legs weak, arms heavy, mom's spaghetti.
What happened...?
He stood up, shaking and wincing when he saw his own blood on the ground. He leaned against one of the bars on the device for support, processing what just happened.
After a few minutes of gazing into the distance, he felt something going on with his mouth. His teeth were weirder. They experimentally bit one of their fingers, feeling a fang pierce his skin.
He didn't feel the urge to pull away at the taste of blood. It tasted oddly good. It felt like his fangs had some sort of straw mechanism, since he was instinctively sucking in the blood.
What the fuck is he doing? They're injured! And now he's some weird blood drinking creature!
He took his finger out of his mouth and shivered. What the fuck? What is he? Isn't this technically cannibalism?
They stepped off the roundabout, immediately finding himself faceplanting with the dirt ground.
They reached for a bar that was long broken off one of the parts of the playground equipment, now standing and using it as a temporary support to walk back to his hive.
His wings dragged behind him as he walked, probably broken, tired, or both. He saw his old hive in view, the one he lived in before the game. He went through the portal, luckily still active, that was placed nearby and to his land planet.
They were greeted with the sight of his sister talking with one of the consorts. She almost instantly noticed him, her face now etched with concern.
They explained what had happened while she wrapped his wings, apologizing whenever she accidentally hurt him. Everything felt like a blur while he was led to his current hive and lazily flopped onto his bed.
He didn't think about his skin glowing when he dozed off.