They pitied anyone sleeping at that moment or trying to have some peace and quiet. This piglet had the lungs of a whale it seemed, and screamed so loud their ears rang.
Selfishly they wished for a reward for this, but the other half of them only wanted this little child to have a home, first. A warm place to sleep, food, and a support network, as flawed as the Chaos-Forge was.
What the hell was that Creator-cursed screaming?!
Vargas flinched at it, and strode toward it at high speed, teeth gritted together. It was Chaos-Two, rushing toward him carrying a--what was that?! NOISY thing. "Child?" Why? He came to him quickly, and would have grabbed the thing's snout to hold it shut had it not quieted down itself.
It just looked soft, and pink, without any obvious weaponry, to him. He'd only seen one creature like it, in fact: the mouthy Merchant creation, which had been similar in shape, if a tad larger and gray instead of pink.
Chaos-Two looked traumatized by the time they made it to Vargas, clutching the thing to their chest to try and at least muffle their noises. They stood for a moment to try and collect themselves before they held them out, feeling like their eyes were vibrating from the shrieking. Any louder and they'd have popped.
They both wanted to hold this little thing very close and throw it as far as possible and they weren't sure which one would be better. The latter seemed more likely.
They'd been tiny compared to their grown self, and especially to the others of their clutch, and of Alpha's. But they'd grown to be more than ten times that.
Vargas took a look at it, and its language immediately left him in irritated disgust.
He eyed it in annoyance.
But no one would take them in. No one but... but little V-Chaos-Two, the valkhound with a heart.
There was nothing they could do. They weren't the babysitter anymore and like Vargas said, there wasn't one now. But still, leaving this... this baby out in the wild? This was as difficult as their transcendence trial, perhaps more so. At least the lessers there had ended up okay.
Vargas eyed the creature with increasing aggravation. He reached out his hand, aiming a single, sharp, clawed flick for its nose. A punishment suited to its size.
That wasn't to say he didn't admire its will--he liked spirit. He just liked it on his side, not screaming insults. And he had already gotten sick of such behavior from Vedette.
Chaos-Two knew the moment those words left the piglet's mouth that no good would come from it. They froze, staring at Vargas, waiting for what he'd do, unable to even tremble as that great big hand reached out.
They flinched at the sound it made and nearly yanked away, though they did clutch the piglet tighter, staring down at the ground.
With that they turned, clutching Porkchop tightly as they trotted off, heading to the tunnel to release the baby. Perhaps they'd go to Pegasus instead, though. There they could tell it to stay far, far away from Draco, lest it stupidly wander back inside and get itself killed.