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I always thought it was strange.
Everyone was so concerned with "filth" and "criminals" and the like.
But they never seemed to wonder
what became of them after they were sent to the Pit.
Another tribesfolk got the drop.
Why do they commit crimes if they know that's going to happen to them?
Who knows what goes through the minds of filth like that?
They really are disgusting.
What are these things?
Just... piles of trash?
How do they even...
Damn it!
How could you assholes drop me into this hell?!
Not good. The air here is awful.
It's gonna tear up my lungs if I breathe it for too long.
I gotta...
I gotta get out of here.
Gotta find... someplace safe...
But does somewhere safe even exist in a world like this?
In this bizarre trash heap of a world...
Am I just gonna die? Nothing I can do, once again?
Regto...
No...
That's right.
There's something I still...
have to do...
Right?!
The people who looked down on me...
The people who declared me a criminal...
The people who sent me to the Pit...
But first, there's that one guy...
The son of a bitch who killed Regto!
I'm gonna find that guy...
and beat the shit out of him!
So I've gotta live long enough to do that!
Episode 2
"The Inhabited"
Hey, is he...
This place, and all of you, stink to high heaven!
Screw you!
You stink worse than Regto's farts!
Reeks...
Wh-Who the hell is this?
What do you think you're—
A mask?
I can breathe!
H-Hey, are you a local?
What is this place?
What was that monster?!
Be quiet.
What is this world?!
I said shut up, kid.
I just fell down here. I don't know anything.
What is the Pit... this underground place?!
We're not underground.
And we need to stay quiet, so shut up, kid.
I can't hear you! Talk more clearly!
I freaking told you...
We're not underground! We're aboveground!
This trash was all thrown here by you stupid Sphereites!
And I've been telling you to shut the hell up!
They've noticed us thanks to you!
They're trash beasts!
They're just what they look like— monsters made of trash!
So you can't take one down for good with ordinary weapons!
They also react to the sounds people make!
That's why I kept trying to whisper, while you kept shouting like a moron!
And the trash beasts in this region are special,
so I was trying to keep a low profile!
I'm not even a loud guy in the first place!
This is all your fault, you shitty little brat!
His umbrella...
Whew, feel better after all that yelling.
Anyway, better get to cleaning.
The monster's not regenerating.
What's with that umbrella?
Quite a crowd, huh?
{M}He cleared them all up in one swipe.
Is that some kind of tech they use here in the Pit?
Or is it unique to him?
If I had power like that, I'd show all those assholes.
Umbreaker... Octashredder.
All right. Still alive?
Who the hell are you?
Name's Enjin.
I'm a simple Cleaner.
Man, that stinks!
I shouldn't have taken the mask off!
Why'd you make me do it, asshole?!
What happened to you?
Got pushed over.
Pushed over? Oh, those brats again?
I told them objects are alive, and they laughed and hit me.
Did you hit 'em back?
Good.
You told me a long time ago.
If an object is treated with care, a soul will eventually come to inhabit it.
And you took that to mean they're alive, huh?
That's just an old legend.
I'm sure it was about promoting a mindset. Taking care of the objects in your life.
I believe in it, though.
I think this towel has its own soul,
and that's why it gets you so clean.
So this thing, and that thing, and that one.
They all have souls?
Could be!
These gloves, too?
If you treat them with care, in time, a soul will inhabit them.
Treat them with care.
Regto...
Wh-What the hell is this?
Hey, you're up?
You're that shithead from before!
Enjin, if you please.
And is that how you treat the man who saved your life, brat?
Saved my life?!
Then what's with the chains?
What're you gonna do with me?!
You'd passed out, so I kindly decided to bring you along.
Let me go, you asshole!
I've gotta get back up there right now!
Sorry, but that's not really possible.
That place up there—we call it the Sphere.
How are you gonna get up into the sky?
The Sphere's always on the move, too.
There are other factors, too.
But all in all, it's not possible now.
Get it through your head and stay quiet.
Screw that.
I'm going back there.
I'm going back, no matter what you say!
And you said it's not possible now.
You know something, right?
You know how to get up there... to the Sphere!
I wanna know about this world, about those monsters,
and about that power you use!
All of it... Tell me all of it!
I'm gonna use it all to beat the tar out of that asshole and the shitheads on the Sphere!
And I'm not gonna shut up until you tell me!
That motormouth of yours never stops running, does it?
If you're that desperate, I'll educate you...
about what kind of place the Ground here is.
Hey! Hey!
You asshole! Let me go!
What the...
Well, have fun!
Wait! You haven't told me anything!
Hey!
What's that jerk's problem?!
People?
A kid.
It's a kid!
What's he doing here?
Thought there was another with him.
No way. You think...
His clothes... Can it be...
Are you a Sphereite?
No, can't be sure yet.
Wh-Where did you come from?
Um... well...
I fell from the Sphere, I guess.
No way! You're a real Sphereite?!
I've never seen one alive!
It's a miracle!
Who are you guys?
Do Sphereites speak our language?
Could still be a fake.
No. I don't think he's lying.
H-Hey!
He's alive.
He's alive.
I can't believe you survived!
It's just, it's usually your dead bodies that we find.
Still, how awful.
Look at the way they tied you up.
Let's get those off you.
They seem way nicer than that Enjin guy.
There, he's tied much tighter now.
Wouldn't want our precious Sphereite getting away.
He's struggling now?
The bodies of Sphereites fetch a high price.
The whole body, of course, but also eyes, arms, and legs.
There are people who'll pay out the nose for just their clothing.
Still...
Never thought we'd get our hands on a live one!
What, wanna know why anyone would want a Sphereite?
It's 'cause we hate you people.
You dropped your trash down here,
and it built up and built up and turned the air into poison.
It even created monsters!
People who've been killed by the monsters... Crushed by the trash...
Lost their homes to toxified soil...
There's tons of them here!
What do you think they'll do when they see you?
Torture you?
Make a show of tearing you apart?
After we sell you, we might pay to see it too.
Still, you're all skin and bones.
Don't want you dying of hunger.
C'mon, eat up, now!
Oh, that's right!
Bet his tastes are too sensitive for our trash food down here!
You lofty Sphereites never even touch trash, do you?!
Go on, little one! Eat!
I mean, it's actual food waste.
Go on, eat!
Eat and live on!
You've got a lot of suffering ahead of you!
H-His fingers...
It's not trash.
It's still...
totally edible.
Everyone I meet keeps talking...
about "Sphere" this and "Ground" that...
"Trash" this and "tribesfolk" that...
"Up here" this and "down here" that...
Quit sorting people with the labels you choose!
You all think you can treat me however you want.
I won't take it any more.
Amazing energy.
Guess I had him pegged from the start.
If you treat an object with care, a soul will come to inhabit it someday.
And I believe that soul...
will come to your aid.
No way! There are Sphereites who can do it too?!
Those who can give life to objects and draw out their power.
Givers.
Never mind that!
That asshole Sphereite has gotta pay!
Kill him! Kill him, kill him!
Kill that little freak! Kill him now!
Aim for the chain!
A Giver is helpless without their object!
Yes!
Are you kidding me?!
He can use more than one object?!
What the...
Who the hell are you?!
You shitty little Sphereite!
Die! Just die, you monster!
Hey, now. Calm down there, son.
That's far enough.
Enjin... was it?
Yes.
What did I just...
What was all that?
The moment I remembered Regto's words,
my gloves...
Figures. Using power like that will wear a body down.
Sorry about that.
I had to make sure your power was the real thing.
I'll tell you all you want to know about this world and your power.
In exchange...
Join the Cleaners.
We need people like you.
I...
I'd rather not.
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