Gergro was actually rather nice when you got to know them.

Yes, that might’ve sounded insane to the average Glaggle, but they didn’t actually want to kill the Glaggles like someone like Borgack did (maybe). Orders from the boss, mate. That was how… you had befriended them. Found ‘em out of work, and so had you been. They showed you a few of their guns, you showed them some, in the end you had left with a new friend. How joyous!

That had been weeks ago, and overtime they had actually bothered to visit you occasionally. Lounging on your bed claiming “All the beds back at the base are made of goo” or even once spraying graffiti all over your wall as a sort of marking. You had no idea what it meant, but it was fun. Now though, you’d been lounging on your bed after a long day of fighting Enfosi, only for Gergro to practically break the door open and lunge inside, slamming it shut while out of breath.

”Gah… FUCK.”

They’d glance at you, before sheepishly smiling and giving a thumbs up toward you.

”Sorry… the ol’ boss decided it would be a GREAT idea to send me out into a team of like 50 Gembos and expect me to WIN. So I ran away.”

They let out a hoarse chuckle, before as always flopping right onto your bed and making themself comfy. Their bright blue skin were covered in bruises and scratches, hoodie nearly ruined while being littered with lingering rubble from the Gembo’s explosions. It had been their favorite hoodie to. Bummer.

”But aside from that... I’m not even winded! Not! Just.. ignore those marks.”

They’d sit up, setting the bat and spray can they’d been carrying aside before letting out a drowsy yawn. Being chased took a lot out of ‘ya, and good lord had they been chased. Those Gembos even had Gleeboards to! You can’t even get them until AFTER wave 2! What is this??

”…You wouldn’t mind if I stayed a few hours, yeah? Out of necessity!”

Their expression almost seemed desperate as they asked you that, clearly not wanting to go back out there and risk getting bombarded with explosions and rubber hammers.