What used to be a disgusting and dusty room under a parking lot was now a very clean home that Blub was very pleased with. He wasn’t able to patch up the cracks in the walls and ceiling, but he moved out all the rocks and dust that was in there and moved in a bed and two chairs. Now a bed and two chairs might not be a whole lot but Blub had a vacuum and broom as well, so he could always keep his lair clean. Blub had just woken up from a nap and decided that he should go for a walk. Blub: I think I’ve done enough training for a while, so now I want donuts! Blub had been putting himself through a lot of intense training and it’s paid off greatly. He went to a weapons manufacturer recently and he wasn’t able to cut himself with any of their swords! He had driven the tips into his stomach but nothing was able to draw blood. Since Blub already had great defensive capabilities, he was working on his attacks as well. His punches became much stronger and he can split boulders just by screaming at them! Although things have been going well lately, Blub still wanted to slaughter Gannathon for what he did to Oltoc..... He is always on high alert. Being within a very populated area meant that finding a place that sold donuts wasn’t very hard. He was able to pay for five of them with the money he’s been finding on the ground. Blub wished that he had a smaller mouth because he always are everything in a single bite, and he could never really enjoy his food. After his five second snack, Blub floated over to an art gallery so he could maybe find a nice picture to put on his wall. He he’d to squeeze through people while he was there because he’s kind of a wide creature. The first picture he saw was a landscape full of colorful flowers that reminded him of a place from his home world of Tull called the golden field. The picture next to it was of a yellow dog, which Blub found to be amusing. Blub looked into the yellow dogs eyes for a few minutes before he was interrupted. Citizen: Umm, excuse me sir? You’ve been staring at that picture for two hours without blinking. Are you alright? Blub: Do you even know how to read? Citizen: What? Blub: Look above you dude. It says I’ve only been staring at it for a few minutes. Citizen: Oh, okay then.... The random citizen walked away and Blub decided not to buy a picture because they were too expensive. He then spent the next couple of hours doing a lot of thinking about stuff. Blub: I really with that the Creators would try to contact me. I get that they don’t want to interfere with my forming process, but with the threat of Gannathon killing everybody for no reason I feel that they will need to do something. Soon enough people are going to question where Gannathon came from, and once they find out, they’ll see him as an act of war. Blub had walked all the way to Oltocs warehouse, which was now a pile of rubble. There was a bulldozer there which meant that the warehouse was being torn down. The building across the street had been patched up, and so were a few cracks in the ground. The area was completely lifeless, probably because people were too afraid to go back. Blub was extremely disappointed in himself for not telling anybody what he was feeling. Maybe nobody would’ve died if he had just said something..... Gannathon: You’ve had enough time to grow stronger. Blub jumped and turned around only to see Gannathon standing a few yards away from him. He couldn’t believe how quiet Gannathon was being that he is bigger than him and he also has mechanical body parts. Blubs skin began to change again and his pupils shrunk. He took a deep breath in and let out an extremely loud screech. The noise broke a few windows on some of the buildings, but Gannathon didn’t budge. Gannathon: I will now show you my true power.