Mission 002 || going back to my origins

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[While everyone else is having typical, family-oriented dreams, you may notice this one in particular to be... a little unusual. First of all, Ratchet isn't quite Ratchet today.

First off, he's naked.

Second, he's not grinding away at one of his typical projects.

If anyone were to approach this creature out in the grassy field, they may find him lounging about - whether he's scratching at his ears, grooming himself, or just darting around trying to catch even more odd creatures roaming the wilderness. He might even have one in his mouth!

Oh, but don't piss off the little blue guys, either. Word to the wise.]

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[There's a loud yelp of surprise when the creature turns around, now looking more like a monster then just friendly, mysterious wildlife. The little boy jumps, tripping over his own feet and (accidentally) rolling out of the way.

All he can do now is regain his footing and try to run.

And boy, is he ever going to run.]

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[Did that Protopet just grow three times its size? You bet your butt it did!

And man, is it pissed.

Except before either the pet or Sora get too far away, a flash of blonde fur comes between them, grabbing the child up by the collar of his shirt and leaping over a steep incline to put some distance between them and their attacker. But the Protopet is determined, struggling to make its way up the cliff as well.]

Hang on, kid!

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Woah!

[That's the only reaction Sora has time to get out before he's being picked up and rushed off, almost before he can even realize what's happening. He just knows that he's glad to be away from that...whatever it is!

Even though it's still coming after them.

Was this person going to go fight it?

Either way, he's still a little too stunned to speak, but he isn't going anywhere.]

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[The Lombax leaps up, high into a tree, and gently sets the boy down on a sturdy branch with the Protopet below, still biting and snarling at the two. He glances back to their attacker, backing up a few feet, then obscuring the sight of its former prey with the thick brush.]

Wait here.

[Leaping to the other branch, he grips with his mouth what seems to be... a giant wrench? Nothing in this dream so far was making any sense, so why not?]