Inheritance of Giants

Paranoid

Then, she poured the mix into her mouth, the Plutonium-Iron compound and Martinez's blood creating the disgusting flavor of gummy candy, salmon, charcoal, and tequila running down her throat.

With a grimace, she looked back at Martinez and said, "Your clothes. Give them to me."

"Wh- wh- what?! I- huh?!" Martinez was now a blushing mess.

"I'll need you to tell me where you rest as well, so that I can get you more clothes," Toga muttered with the tilt of her head. "But for now, your clothes will have to do."

"Bu- but why do you need my clothes?!"

"Because I'm going to transform into you, and my clothes are going to tear off my body if I just transform," Toga muttered, now sticking her hand in Martinez's face. "Now, give. Me. Your. Clothes."

"C- can you at least look away? You are a child, this is kind of..." Martinez spun his wrist in a circle, looking away in embarrassment. "Oh man, the guards are gonna kill me if they learn that this happened. Okay, I'll... undress, bu- but you need to look away! We're different genders and all that stuff and-"

"I, unfortunately, will be seeing everything that you are, so me looking away would not matter here," Toga said without emotion.

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh," Toga sighed.

"I- can you... I mean, can you, like... not?"

"No."

"Ah. Well," Martinez sighed, looking to the ceiling of the cave. "I am... so, so sorry, lord. Please forgive me, no matter if these actions are my fault or not."

~

Toga, in the form of Martinez, was now gathering the gray fruit Martinez had been gathering before. Her bag was now full of the ashy fruits, following a group of more fruit gathering back to the main base.

With a curious frown, she smelled one and bit into it, but immediately gagged, and spat it out, heaving at the taste, scrapping the ash inside the fruit off her tongue.

"Crud, that's just, ugh," the fruit was sour, smoky, spicy, and just god awful, worse than anything the Plutonium-Iron compound could even conjure.

"Hah, you'd really try one of those, Martinez?" A masked personnel wheezed, cackling at Toga's expense. "I mean, I get it, the bossman made a deal with us lower folks that, if we could eat the entirety of the ashen rockfruit, he'd grant us one wish and the way off the island, but- come on! That's like- okay, it isn't suicide, but-"

"It'll make you feel like committing to it. You know that, don't you, Stan?"

"Shut it, Ford! A wish is a wish, and damn god if I was gonna waste it!"

Ford stopped for a moment and slapped Stan upside the head. "I don't even know how I'm related to you."

"Blood, stupid. I thought you were the smart one between us."

"Yo, Ford, Stan!" a voice said, running up to the group of three. "How many y'all got this time? I got seventy-four!"

"Psssh, rookie numbers, Victor," Stan said with the wave of his hand, hiking up the bag over his shoulder. "Eighty-five."

"Looks like you got rookie numbers this time, Stan," Ford said, punching Stan lightly on the arm. "I got ninety-seven this time."

"Hah! Well, you'll never beat my record of a hundred twenty, Ford!" Stan said, punching Ford back before nodding at Toga. "How many you get, Martinez?"

"I just filled the bag," Toga answered.

"Oh, shoot, you better count them quickly, Martinez, you know the boss wants the numbers!"