A Little Bonding Time (Cyril/Artik/Makoto)

Cyril stood outside a small, thin forest and breathed in the cool air. He examined the leaves that changed colors with the season and admired the beauty of planet Earth.

Artik fell out of a rather tall tree.

Makoto walked over through the trees. Something was strange though. Makoto seemed happy! He was smiling and he waved at the two of them. "What's up guys?" He asked cheerfully. "I haven't aeen you two like this since I died."

"Hi! That was a very uncomfortable thing you just said!"

Artik agreed, "I agree!"

Makoto crossed his arms and tilted his head, "We'll you did kill me Artik. You can't deny that." Makoto stretched out and yawned. Raising a child was tiring. He looked over at Cyril. "Why are we here again?"

Cyril smiled uncertainly. "Why not? You have to stop and enjoy the view sometimes Makoto." Cyril edged out from between Makoto and Artik. Just in case.

Artik smiled uneasily, "Err, look at it this way, Mako! You're happy now! The evil's gone!" Artik still hated he had to kill his best friend.

Makoto's eyes flashed red and his voice gained a darker tone. "Im still here. You haven't gotten rid of me yet. "

"You're.... you're kidding right?"

Artik hit his head against the tree repeatedly.

Makoto gave an evil grin and charged up his power. "oh no I am very serious. I am just as much Makoto as he is. You can never be rid of me. "

"Cyril, get the lobatomy kit." Artik sighed.

Cyril sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had hoped to have a nice peaceful time with friends. A real bonding moment. Or at least some crazy as fuck events. Cyril didn't know what he expected.

Makoto suddenly started laughing. "I'm just fucking with you guys." He said chuckling. "All the evil is gone. You don't have to worry about that."

Artik worried about it, "So... who wants drugs?"

Now kids, under normal circumstances taking drugs from strangers or people you know is very bad. But Cyril did not object because he is a trans-dimensional multi-form who isn't permanently damaged by drugs. Just... just don't do drugs.
"I'm not sure I can accept those without sending a bad message to our home audience." Cyril said uncertainly.

Makoto looked at Artik. "Your serious?" Makoro sighed and put his hand on Artik's shoulder. "Remember what happened last time?"

"Last time?" He blinked, "I haven't been sober since before we met!" He tossed a sheet of acid into each of his friends' mouths.

Cyril took a moment to consider the sheer amount of skill that most have taken.

DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS.

Makoto took it rather well. He didn't feel anything.

Artik sighed and gave Makoto EverClear. Or whatever the hell that stuff he liked to drink was.

Cyril too took it very well. He sighed because he knew what that meant. "This is going to be an awful trip."

Makoto didn't drink and incinerated the booze before it got to him

"Makoro," Artik giggled, "stop ivederaging stuff!"