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Sandy was halfway up a small tree, covered in required body Armour and twitchier than when on a sugar high. The spawn had agreed to take part in the local paintball war out of fun but only a half hour in and the child's mental state was deteriorating fast. The enemy was everywhere and even though the organizers gave children as many guns as they had limbs Sandy still flailed and panicked any time they caught sight of someone else. Sure you could get hit and not get sent out of the game even with padding the paintballs hurt and ones pride was on the line.

For now the green eyed child was settled in their perch. eyes forwards, Delta and Epsilon looking to the sides and alpha and omega, too small and weak to hold guns watching for sneak attacks from behind. Though sandy could hear shouts of victory and defeat in the distance the immediate area had gone quiet. too quiet.

Sandy looked down at the purple spot on their body Armour then up again at Steve and nodded. " Yeah but at least it didn't hurt." The spawn was pleased to see someone they knew even if one of the other child's tentacle had fired at them. Alpha curled and uncurled itself like a person forming a fist in anger but Omega waved merrily at the rainbow tentacled boy, the small head mounted tentacle not at that bothered by failing in it's lookout duties. Delta and Epsilon seemed unsure if they should fire back at the other spawn or not.

Sandy shook their head send shaggy locks of tawny coloured hair flying about. At the same time Delta squeezed the trigger of it's gun to pelt Boris with a paintball, clearly the tentacle had no intention of wasting the opportunity. This made Sandy roll their eyes and look apo0lgetically at Steve. "We could work together?" They weren't horrible at this but the spawn's reaction times weren't yet good enough to excel at this.

It wasn't that Sandy wasn't active just that ' sight, then point and shoot" weren't something they did much. If paintball was a more structured sport the child would probably be doing much better. Neighborhood games of basketball and soccer they could do but dodgeball they failed at. Fast, Sandy was not, perhaps in time though.

"I'll come down," Sandy replied and carefully hopped down from their perch. Alpha and Omega resumed their scouting while Delta kept it's gun trained on Boris as if warning the other tentacle not to try anything sneaky. Epsilon had it's gun pointed at the well trampled ground for now, waiting until there was something to actually shoot at.

Sandy though was just glad Steve had agreed, the spawn preferred group activities where they had a designated role to play. Something inside of the young child was always looking for a purpose, a place to fit in, a reason to do things. Sandy wasn't a hundred percentage positive but if their time at church had taught them anything they thought this might be their soul. If so then Sandy supposed they should find it a mission that was good and godly. Except.. their father said there was more than one god and people believed different things about souls and the meaning of life so maybe, maybe Sandy should wait until they learned about the others. The spawn certainly didn't want to do the wrong thing with their soul even if it wasn't what made them feel the need to belong.

Sandy blushed a little, the spawn wasn't very good at keeping all of their tentacles in line as of yet. They cleared their mind though and hunkered down closer to the dirt, following Steve's lead.The game was more serious now as Sandy didn't want to be responsible for bringing Steve down. They stayed quiet and kept their green yes on the lookout for anyone to shoot at.


Soon enough a girl came slinking down a nearby half worn path, where armour didn't cover her skin it was streaked with mud like warpaint. There was a serious look on her face and a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Sandy tried to keep his hands steady as he fired, and grinned a little as he felt Delta and Epsilon squeeze around the triggers of their guns. Small balls of paint zipped through the air and spattered paint on the girl's torso upon contact. The girl gave an enraged squeal and at the sound of that Sandy was on his feet and bolting away as fast their legs would carry them. Alpha and Omega giving up on being lookouts for the moment buried themselves in the spawns hair.

There were more shrieks and an almost ominous "That was my butt you pervert" but the girl did not appear to come crashing through the underbrush after them. Why not Sandy didn't know and didn't particularly care either, as far as they were concerned this was a success.

The dirty blonde smiled back at his friend "Thanks." The word was appreciation for both the compliment and the help. This was harder than camping in a tree but a little more exciting at the same time.

Sandy nodded, they could definitely do that and perhaps by the end they'd be as good as Steve. As far as the spawn was concerned all it would take was a little practice. Following in the other child's lead Sandy kept low but held their gun in a ready potion while they shuffled towards the new enemy.

This time the spawn needed less prompting to attack and keep their weapons steady.