He had forgotten, and he had seen.
<p>He spun around to suddenly find himself face to face with a certain green alligator.
He jumped backwards and took a second to calm himself. Monty picked the golf ball back up and tossed it at Sun, who caught it. "What's up, croc?" He asked. Monty frowed. "C'mon Sun, we've been through this. I am not a fucking crocodile." "Sure you are! You've got, what, teeth I guess. Crocodiles do too. Bam, crocodile." Sun replied. Monty chuckled, to Suns surprise.
"Sure, Sunny. If that's how it works your a fucking cat. Cats have teeth. So do you." Sun frowned at this, but didn't say anything. "Well, are you gonna fuck around with me or something? It's been like, a week since you even so much at threw one of those dumb candies at us."
Sun fiddled with his bells. "That's none of your concern, croc, now if you'll excuse me-"
Sun paused as Monty spoke again, "What are you looking at? That robot ballerina girl? What was her name? Oh well, shame we don't have some kind of dancer. I mean, we have the DJ, but like, not really. It'd be so fucking cool if we had an actual-"
He froze. "What?" Sun asked.
Monty grabbed his arm, and examined it. Sun flinched slightly, but didn't protest.
Then it dawned on him.
That was the dented arm. He had forgotten, and Monty had seen.
He quickly yanked his arm away and held it in his other. Fuckkkkkk.
"What was that, Sun?" There wasn't an ounce of humor in it. He was dead serious. "I-I don't know?" He offered. Monty just sighed. "Quit the bullshit Sun. What happened? No- who did this?"
If Sun had a heart, it would be beating faster than the speed of light. "Nothing! Nobody! I-I-" Sun was cut off. "Sun who did this!?" Sun was trembling. Monty slowly approached while Sun on the other hand slowly backed away from him.
No. Nononononononononono. He was going to figure it out.
Monty wasn't stupid.
No. No, Moon was going to kill him. Moon was going to send him to Vanny. To VANNY.</p>