I have nothing to say on the actual, like, game play or anything. I don't actually play these games myself, just watch playthroughs. So I can't comment on that aspect.
But I liked the way things were going. I know some people don't like new characters being added just to be killed, but I don't mind the cast expansion. I like the lore and story the new characters add to things. Love Lily, honestly. Her story is so disturbing and tragic and I love it. I also just really like her design too, but I also like fashion dolls so.
I don't have much to say on Giblet or Chum. They're there. Glad to have them, I guess?
Honestly, I don't mind the Prototype's design. He's creepy and moves creepy, and I like it. He's definitely more horror coded than you'd think to find at a toy factory, but I think that makes sense. He is a Prototype, and probably wasn't meant for the general public. Excited to see more of him.
And again, I don't mind that chapter 5 wasn't the ending. Mob has been building up the Prototype for the last 4 chapters and he just fully got introduced. It'd be kind of underwhelming to have him killed in that same chapter, wouldn't it? I'm sure it could be pulled off, but if they wanted more time with it then I think that's cool. (I'm positive some of it is the money aspect, but that's a given. Poppy Playtime is a successful game and probably brings in a good chunk of change for Mob. They're going to want to keep this going, of course they are.)
Another chapter or two is fine with me, as long as they don't keep dragging it out forever.
When talking about the Prototypes appearance in-universe you've got to consider:
He's been upgrading and changing himself for years, maybe decades at this point.
Unlike Leith Pierre, who is obviously a low down dirty snake, Elliot seems to be entirely genuine which IMO is the better choice for the story. Elliot was just trying to revive one or both of his kids, and he used the material that means most to him to do that.
This is why I believe Ollie's original body was the human jester, and that Ollie's own subsequent additions and modifications have turned him into the dridery monster we see today.
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Naruto walks through the forest, kicking a rock he'd found a little ways back. 'Stupid shopkeeper.' He thinks to himself. Despite what many would think, he isn't dumb. He can tell when somebody is gouging the prices, especially when he hears somebody buying the same things for much less a few minutes before. He'd ended up throwing the clothes he was trying to buy into the shopkeeps face and running out.
<p> 'Why does everyone have to be so stupid!?' He doesn't know why everyone in the village seems to hate him. They'd had for as long as he could remember. It wasn't like they ever did anything to him. Just stare with that cold look in their eyes and mess with him as best as they could. For example, price gouging.
There'd been one time, a year or two ago, when some drunk jackass had attempted to smack him, but one of those shinobi in the masks who think they're sneakier then him (Not for the last time, he wishes it had been dog-mask guy. He's always sorta nice, if weird.) had grabbed his wrist and escorted him away, with a quick hello and goodbye to Naruto. The next time he'd seen the guy, he'd grabbed his wrist and looked like he was afraid of him.
That had ruined the rest of that day. He didn't want anyone to be afraid of him, even if they were being jerks. ...He'll just have to do something nice for that shopkeeper later. You can't be mean to somebody if they do something nice for you, right (He knows, from experience, that this is all too often the case.)? 'What to do though?'
He thinks about what to do while he wanders through the forest. This wasn't the small forest he sometimes saw shinobi go into for training and come back out injured. It was one of the larger, though somehow safer, ones that occupied the eastern side of the village. The east side of the village was a lot less urbanized then the rest of the village, and consisted mostly of tons of farms or parks and forests.
He liked to hang around here because it made spotting angry ninja looking for retribution for some prank easier to spot, and he knew the forests better then anyone else. He pauses, and looks around. He doesn't recognize this bit of forest. Come to think of it, he doesn't recognize a lot about this forest. ...Now that he thinks about it, he might have ran west instead of east after leaving the shop.
He didn't like to stay hang around the west side of the village, because it was a lot more urban then the rest of the village. As such, he'd rarely ever ventured into the sole forest on the western side of town. 'Oh man. It's going to take all day to get back home!' He thinks to himself. His apartment lies in a building in the east side of the village, but not far away from the Academy.
After a moment, he picks a random direction, and begins walking. He's not afraid of getting lost. A nice thing about living in a walled city like Konoha is that you can basically pick a direction and you'll eventually find a way to civilization. He stops walking when he hears a strange cracking noise that's simultaneously louder and quieter than anything he's ever heard. A jolting sensation like an electric shock runs across his skin.
Suddenly, the cracking noise stops. The electric sensation that had been flickering across his skin vanishes as suddenly as it had appeared. The forest becomes silent again, but for a gust of wind passing through the trees. Off to Naruto's left, a bunch of bushes begin rustling. "Hello? Who's there?" He calls, heart pumping at a pretty amazing pace.
That weird noise could be the result of some weird jutsu some shinobi's using to sneak past the village walls! If he beat them and brought them to Jiji, then he might be allowed to become a shinobi without ever going to the Academy! This idea is dispelled when, instead of the scarred old ninja he had been imagining, a girl no older than he could be <em>floated</em> through the bushes. She looked like a noblewoman from a book he had read once.
She wore a kimono that had a blue collar adorned with yellow stripes, and had tomoe running down the center. She had pale white eyes that reminded him of that pretty girl he'd helped by totally kicking some bully ass. Something was off about the girl's forehead, like a wrinkle or fold right in the middle. White hair flows in a veritable river from her head and down her back, stopping only a foot or so from touching the ground.
She gave him a piercing look like she was seeing into his soul. People had given him worse looks before, however, so he didn't care (much). "Hey! Did you hear that weird noise?" He asked, deciding there was no way a girl this young was a shinobi yet, especially not one powerful enough to cause... whatever that sound was. "Yes." She replied matter-of-factly, an airy tone to her voice.
Naruto waited a couple minutes for her to continue before he realized she wouldn't. "Did you see what caused it?" He asked. She hovered in the air, giving no sign she'd heard him and staring at him with the same look. He was about to ask again when she finally responded. "No." Naruto gave a disappointed sigh. 'There goes my chances of becoming a shinobi early.' He thinks.
'Wait, aren't I supposed to do something when I meet new people for the first time?' He wonders, trying to remember something the Hokage had told him long ago. "What's your name?" He asked. It took a moment for her to respond, and her eyes finally moved, looking up in thought. "Kaguya." She finally replied.
Naruto was a little concerned. It had taken her, like, forever, just to remember one name. "Are you alright?" He asked. She frowned, looking like she was still trying to think of something. "I...can't remember anything else." She said. "You mean, you lost your memories?" He asked, shocked. "Yes." She said, eyes returning to their former position so that it appeared as if she was glaring at him.
He was beginning to wonder if this was just how she normally looked. He looked up to see the darkening sky. It was almost night, and here was a girl without any memories, alone in the forest. He came to a decision. "Alright! I'm going to help you get your memories back! But first, we should probably go back to my apartment. It's getting pretty late and all, so we'll start tomorrow." He said. He grabbed one of her hands and began walking off, dragging her floating figure along. Her eyes shot down to their clasped hands.
A thought seemed to occur to the boy, and he gave her a concerned look. "Have you had anything to eat today?" He asked. "No." She said after a moment of consideration, eyes still looking down at their hands like she'd never encountered such an thing before. "Alright, I'll make something when we get there. Have you ever had ramen?" He asked. "Ramen?" She asked back. Naruto looked at her like she'd just told him that Sakura hated him with a fiery passion. "Oh man! You don’t know what ramen is!? Have I got a lot to tell you! Ramen is this amazing food that comes in so many tastes and flavors and..."
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You snap into consciousness as your palmhusk begins blaring an obnoxious tune. You're initially a little groggy, and wonder why you're in Aranea's old place, when you feel the weight lying across your midsection. ‘Oh yeah,’ you think blearily, ‘I have a pet, don't I?’ Then you realize the tune is still going on, and remember what it was for. ‘Oh fuck, I have a sick pet!’
You snatch the palmhusk from where you'd left it on the table and check the time. Early afternoon. You'd managed to track down the dork's business before you fell asleep. It was ridiculously easy. The Toreadorks are lucky that they have so many powerful friends and are too wimpy to make any real enemies, or they would've been dead before they were three sweeps old. Well, Tavros would have been, at least. Can't say you really know much about his brother, aside from what Meenah and Aranea have told you.
Anyways, you found that their business was, luckily, located in a stemcluster nearby. Similarly fortunately, they should have opened about an hour or so ago. You grab the grub by the collar of the white shirt he's wearing - and by the Prophets you will work on his fashion sense after this is. Seriously grub, white? - and slide him onto the loungeplank.
You grab the glass of honey + water mixture (You should probably come up with a better name for it, but hopefully you won't need to, soon enough) and inspect it. Half-empty. You look over to the grub, and raise a palm to his forehead. He does seem to be in better condition then he was this morning, but it probably wouldn't be a good idea to leave without some way of helping if he starts coughing again.
You hoist the grub over one shoulder, stash the glass in the sylladex, and exit the room. You walk across the corridor connecting the tower to the main hive, and arrive at the front doors a few minutes after. You set the grub down on a chair, make sure he isn't about to fall off or something like a total dork (Because you have a feeling that's what would happen if he were a bit more active) and go to the kitchen.
There, you refill the glass of honeywater and warm it up before stuffing it back into the sylladex. You decide to throw the container of honey in there too, just in case. You grab a rag and wet it in the sink, and put that away in the sylladex as well. You think it'll be just as cold when/if you get it out again. You don't really know a lot about the sylladex or how it works, beyond that the brightest minds in the empire had created it generations ago.
The supplies you think you'll need gathered, you leave for the entrance hall. You find the grub still asleep on the chair and hoist him over your shoulder You walked out of the house, and, making sure to shift the wiggler's position, down the passageway to the car. You open the passenger-side door and strap the grub into the seat. You take a moment to inspect the unconscious figure.
‘Really deep sleeper, isn't he?’ You think to yourself. It had bee a couple hours since you had woke up, and that had been because of the alarm you'd set on the phone. He'd slept through that, the walk to the entrance, and then the walk down the stair way. ‘Something else to be concerned about?’
You take out the palmhusk and pull up a map. After making sure it is the correct one, you input the Toreador veterinary practice's address, and watch the route there appear. With seemingly everything ready, and the grub securely seated, you start up the flame-patterned scuttlebuggy, and blast off down the road.
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You name is Vriska Serket, and you are less than absolutely sure you can handle this new undertaking.
You were walking through the field after another session of FLARP, when you heard a piercing cry. After hurriedly calmly checking your surroundings to make sure it wasn't some lusus trying to score food for it's charge or was otherwise hungry, you began to examine your environment more closely, to locate the source of the sound. After a minute, you narrowed it down to a ditch covered in foliage. After cutting it away with a sword retrieved from your sylladex, you discovered what had caused the noise.
There was a small human grub - you can't tell its age, but you'd guess about 2 sweeps - laying on a mattress made out of foliage. It appeared to be sleeping, and without any sopor. What was it, dumb? Though, on the other hand, you don't really know much about humans, beyond that they were pets often only adopted by other nobles. Maybe they don't need sopor? Regardless, it appeared to be having a nightmare, judging by the small moans and screams it was making. The sound caused a new wellspring of pity to well up in your chest.
Being as posessed of iron will as you are, you squashed it. You couldn't take it to your hive. You had a hard enough time feeding your own lusus to act as one for another, after all. This conviction had lasted you a good few feet before the grub had let out another pitiful cry. ‘D8mm8t’, you had thought, and then went back and grabbed the grub up. It had stopped crying pretty much immmediately, causing much of the pity to vanish. ‘When it's not crying’, you can't help but think as you look at it, ‘its pretty cute, for a human gru8′. Then, you went off to find the scuttlebuggy.
Which brings you to where you are now: Driving home in the scuttlebuggy, human grub buckled into the seat beside you, and wondering what you had just done.
===> Skip to home already.
===> Skip to home already.
The road leading to your hive stops just shy of the cliff the hive is situated upon. Carpenter droids had long ago carved a staircase through the cliff-face leading to your hive to make travel easier. Normally, the staircase isn't that difficult to climb, but combined with all the work you did FLARPing tonight, and it's enough to cause you to be slightly tired by the time you reach the top. You pause for a minute, both to catch your breath, and to inspect the grub. It seemed to still be asleep - how heavy a sleeper is this kid? Is that unusual for humans? - despite the hours-long drive and walk up the staircase.
“Welcome to your new home, little gru8.” You say aloud to the small human clutched in your arms. In response, it lets out a small mewl that causes your bloodpusher to tighten with some emotion that you can only describe as similar to what you had felt for Terezi long ago, before everything had gone to shit. ‘They're 8arely a sweep or two old, and asleep, 8ut they're still almost as good at manipul8tion as me.’ You think as you walk up to the large cerulean-colored doors of your hive. You open them with your metal arm, the other, fleshy (Because, no matter how deep a sleeper the grub is, the cold metal would probably wake them up) arm clutching the grub. You stride through the entrance hall, up the central stairway, and into your respiteblock.
You aren't sure how human biology interfaces with sopor, so instead of placing the wiggler in the recuperacoon, you grab a splaysack, drag it over to where you could see it from the husktop, and placed the grub gently on it. With the human situated for now, and nothing else to do tonight beside give your lusus her lunch, which can wait for a bit more, you sit down at the husktop, turn it on, and begin to schoolfeed on humans.
> Human
Woah, way to many results. Let's narrow that down. What's the little gru8s most pressing need...
> Human food
A few less hits. You find what seems to be a credible site and click on it.
A pet human can eat and will eat lots of things! It can safely consume most of the milder foods that you would eat, but do be careful about heat. Humans can be susceptible to many of the diseases that lurk in raw meat.
Easy enough, you'll just have to make extra portions of whatever you decide to eat. You decide to search grubs themselves next.
> Human grubs
Only a few results pop up this time. You click a couple links.
The human reproductive process is very strange. Instead of a mother grub, human females develop the grub inside themselves. The grub spends about a third of a sweep developing, the human grub emerges from the female.
Weird. You remember certain subspecies of lusus reproducing similarly, and you think you remember reading about other races that the Empire had exterminated in some books Aranea had lent you. The other link contained information about human growth.
For humans, there is no clearly designated stage in the life cycle where they pupate. Instead, they will continue to get bigger, and will begin a stage called "puberty" when approximately six sweeps old. Through "puberty", the human will mature into a suitable candidate for another human to pail with. This stage ends after about two sweeps.
Hmm. If your guess about the grubs age is correct, then you should have about four sweeps to prepare for this and do more research. Judging by some pictures, you're new wiggler is a male human.
The wiggler begins trying to move around on the splaysack, only to find that's sopor-filled composition causes it to sink further into the 'sack. You roll the chair over to in front of the splaysack and inspect the wiggler closer. A mop of black hair covered his head, and overly long bangs blocked your view of his light-blue eyes in some places. You make a note to yourself to check out the human hemospectrum later. If they have one, that is. So far, despite similar appearences, trolls and humans appear to be completely different biologically.
"Hello, little gru8. Do you speak Alternian?" You ask the boy, softly as possible to avoid scaring him.
"Yes." The boy says, eyes looking around the room, apparently scanning his surroundings.
"Alright then. Do you have a name?" You ask next.
He shakes head no. You give a sigh.
"Well, we'll figure out something later. In the meantime..." You draw yourself up into a pose, and the yet-to-be-named wiggler lets out a giggle.
I went over the numbers again, to make sure I had everything correct. To make sure, I ran a calc through google, which confirmed that the numbers checked out. Satisfied, I leaned back against my chair. The CYOA I'd found while trawling the internet had proved a fascinating concept, so I'd decided to have a go and make a build for it.
The first thing I did was search for a way out of the 'kill people to live' thing. As great as immortality is, it's not worth having to kill people to sustain it. Thankfully, I found just the option at the near bottom.
'Time limit'. Sure, it necessitated the transformation of whatever unlucky saps that stayed for too long in the Nexus, but hey, at least they weren't dead, and so long as they're alive, anything could happen, right? The Fortress didn't require as much deliberation. Who wouldn't want a floating castle the size of a fortress?
The size of the realm took about as much time to think of. I wanted to give my future hypothetical subjects as much room as possible to roam. Also, more room for future human converts to expand into. The sizable population of goblins would insure that Goblin King!me wouldn't be lonely or left wanting for socialization.
The environments I'd chosen would insure that the place would be quite well defended and had a sizable capital. The Magic Forests were apparently quite the the malevolent deathtraps, and since they covered half the plane, I had doubts any invading force would get through intact. The city which covered the other 20% of the country would give my citizens a sizable home to live in and return to after a day's work.
In choosing the monsters, I'd aimed for an force that could hit hard and move fast and that had some utility. The Beastmen and Wolves would quickly track down any visitors and stay on their trail long enough for a welcome party to arrive and greet the guests properly. The Skeletons would form a renewable defense force that took the enemy dead as their own and would probably serve as an untiring workforce.
The Druffels and Trolls would provide the muscle for my army, and could fulfill the same role for a labor force. Finally, my Ravens would be my eyes in the sky, and would work as messengers of my will. All in all, what I hoped would be a strong foundation for my army and an society.
The tech level I had chosen would hopefully insure that said army didn't fall apart like paper against some guy with an assault rifle.
The upgrades were, for the most part, chosen to lessen some of my minions more idiotic tendencies and make sure I didn't have to micromanage them. Critical Thinking especially would help with the last part. Military Culture would allow them to work together like an actual army.
I chose Cute because, well, why would I want my future citizens to look like a bunch of warty little monsters? Hell, considering that in this hypothetical scenario, I’d be turned into a Goblin as well, and thus, be just as ugly. I’m willing to admit that I’m at least a little egotistical and self-centered, so I just can’t permit that. Also, there's the small matter of anyone seeing me or my minions and immediately moving to kill us because we’re obviously evil.
Of course, there is the argument of ‘too cute to be good’, but I’m sure Goblin-me could deal with that problem when/if it arrives.
Lastly, Mages. Why wouldn't I purchase that option? It opens up so many possibilities for Goblin King!me. Like, a mob of goblins casting fireball at the gates of a castle or something and blowing them into pieces, or another mob helping me conjure up a hell of a storm faster.
That brings me to the magic I chose. Evocation was the typical fireballs, lightning bolts, and explosions magic which means it was a must-have. The fact that it was free just helped. Necromancy would help if I needed to perform some maintenance on the Skeletons, and if I needed to raise some more.
Nature magic would help me expand the Magical Forest, quickly grow crops, or raise some plants rapidly to hold someone in place. Living Stone would allow me to imprison criminals or others in floating prisons that automatically heal themselves if damaged, or cities that rearrange themselves, or a whole host of other ideas.
I chose the ‘Seeds’ entrapment option because that seemed to have a variety of results and allowed my goblins to adventure out into the larger world. Satisfied with my choices, I added the build to a post on the thread where I’d found the CYOA, and submitted it. That done, I went to change to the Youtube tab that was playing some music videos.
Unfortunately, that didn’t work exactly work out. My hand, and most of my arm, seemed to be vanishing in motes of golden light. I stared at this phenomenon for several seconds in a sort of awed confusion. As I watched, the effect spread all the way up to my shoulder. It was about that time when my second reaction kicked in. Complete and total terror.
I opened my mouth, took in what felt like two lungs worth of air, and prepared to scream. Unfortunately, that was about the time the phenomenon spread up to my mouth. Coincidentally, that was also about the time I lost consciousness, sparing me anymore trauma.
I regained consciousness on an over-sized throne that faced a large stone hallway. Behind and halfway over the throne, a large crystal hovered in midair, occasionally emitting a reddish pulse of energy.
Driven by panic and instincts, I picked up where I left off, and began screaming my lungs out.
Another few drawing. Used a regular old pencil, instead of a mechanical one like the last set, because I thought they weren't very visible. Also used some colored pencils I dug out of a closet.
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I’ve never had a dream, or, at least, not one that I can remember. I’ve gathered that that’s unusual? Most people have them all the time or something, but not me apparently. All I can ever remember having are nightmares. Like, there was one from years ago, where I was walking across one of those Rickety Wooden Bridges™ that hung between some cliffs and suddenly snapped.
Anyways, like I was saying, I don’t have dreams. Probably what should have struck me as suspiciou when I woke up to find myself suspended in some starry void. Stars blinked in and out, and small gas clouds bloomed into existence. Some stars blinked out, turning into all consuming voids in space.
I stared at the scenery, marveling as my drowsiness from sleep vanished and my brain started kicking into high gear again. I moved a hand to cup one star, and awed at the gentle warmth emanating from it. The hand closed around it, and the warmth disappeared, to be replaced with a gentle tugging feeling.
I opened my hand, to see that the star had been replaced with another black hole. It rose out of my hand, floating off to join the masses of stars above. I grabbed another star, only to feel disappointment as it too turned into another star-hungry void that flew off to join its twin somewhere in the clouds.
Then, something went wrong. One by one, each of the stars were consumed by the eternally hungry black holes, which expanded and grew until they seemed to have covered the entire area. The tugging sensation of before had been replaced by a pulling one, that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.
Then, the last remaining star to not be consumed by the gluttonous abyss floated downwards towards me. I watched as it came to a stop in front of my head. I was struggling against the pulling generated by the space around, with the feeling that if I was pulled away from the star, I would miss out on something amazing.
A small beam of light began to burst forth from the lone star, slowly making its way toward me. I went cross-eyed, watching as the beam slowly approached my forehead. Then, it touched-
Pain
Brain shattering, mind splitting, consciousness obliterating pain that drove every other thought away and replaced it with more pain. The pain blinded me, making me dizzy and nauseous and driving me to the ground, where, after some struggle, I mercifully lost consciousness.
I don’t know how long it was before I regained consciousness. My skull still felt like it was about to birth some sort of headburster. The pain seemed especially concentrated on the center of my forehead, where the beam of light had touched it. I could feel something pressing against my back, rising into the air.
I stood up on weak legs, eyes almost shut due to the pain. I felt around with a hand, the other one grabbing the side of my head. My hand collided with the object I had been resting against, a large, round thing. A pole, maybe? But I didn’t have anything like that in my room. At least, not big enough to be this object.
The pain began to ebb away after a while, and I could begin to open my eyes. I was in a large field, with a forest of trees growing behind me. The sky was bright blue, unblemished by clouds. The sun shone down happily, unobstructed by clouds. There seemed to be a settlement of some sort to my north. I was pretty sure I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
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I don’t know how the smell didn’t wake me up. My sense of smell has always been slightly off, enough so that I can’t smell something unless it’s literally right in front of me. I personally blame the incident from when I was a slightly dumber kid where I shoved a pencil eraser up one of my nostrils, and had to coax it back down. That was not a good experience.
Regardless, what caused me to finally open my eyes wasn’t the smell, but the sound of something moving below me. I looked around for a moment, groggy and not entirely comprehending what I was seeing. I was lying upon the top of a literal mountain of trash, which was itself in a room of some sort so cavernous I couldn’t see the top or the walls.
Then, the smell hit me. I’m not sure I can make an adequate analogy, but I’ll give it my best shot. Imagine if someone had allowed decades, centuries, of trash to accumulate until it was the size of a fucking skyscraper, and then allowed it to ferment. In short, it smelled nasty. It smelled so bad that I vomited.
Gah. W-what th-he fuck is this!? Where am I?
The last thing I remembered was going to sleep in my boring old room, wishing that global warming would stop being so warm. How did I end up in the world’s largest trash dump? Did some asshole kidnap me? Gah, what am I going to do!? I slapped myself.
Calm down. Before I do anything, I need to take stock. In the movies, the kidnappers always leave a way to communicate with their victims, don’t they?
I began to look myself over from the feet up.
Whoever had done this had gone to the trouble of putting my shitty old shoes on me, Hmm, no socks. Well, guess I’ll just have to hope I don’t need to step into any pools of water. I still had my pants on. I noticed my usual jacket, which I had probably been wearing, laying across the ground.
Not going to enjoy peeling that off.
My attention turned to my shirt-what was that!? On top of my formerly plain black shirt, a beady eye had grown directly,over my heart. It looked totally unlike a human eye, and unlike any animal eye I knew of. The cornea was some shade of light-pink, with veins crawling across it. The pupil was slit shaped, like a goat’s. The thing constantly shifted, glancing in every which direction. What I would loosely call veins - more like tentacles - emanated from the eye and stretched out over my shirt.
Like any sane being faced with something it did not understand, I poked it. The eye reacted like any eye would, and blinked. As I poked it, I felt a sort of dull, burning pressure in my head. Before I could think on this any further, I was interrupted by the sound of somebody. thinking they were sneaky. stepping behind me.
Before I could tell the wiseguy to buzz off, I heard something whistling through the air. I jerked to the side, catching a pipe slam into where my head would have been a few seconds ago at the edge of my vision. Keeping the momentum going, I moved in a half-circle, and jolted up, so that I could fight my attacker on even footing.
Whoever he was, he’d clearly been living in the dark a long time. his skin was the same shade of white as milk, for god’s sake. He was wearing some sort of fur clothing that looked like it’d been stitched together from a few animals of different color and sizes. I noticed the fingernails on the hand clutching the pipe had been sharpened to a fine edge.
He let out a monstrous sounding yell, which allowed me to notice that his teeth had also been sharpened to a point. I decided to try and be diplomatic. “H-hey, calm down, we can-” Totally ignoring what I was saying, the impolite bastard charged at me again, the long steel pipe raised to bash my precious skull in.
I dodged, moving to the side and putting a few feet between us. “Can you calm d-” Again he moved to attack me, charging through the trash as fast as he could. Again I dodged, getting right and proper mad now. Was I always this fast? “Calm the fuck -” I was too distracted by my yelling this time to dodge. The pipe came down on my head - and promptly bounced right off. I could almost hear the cartoon BOING noise as it did.
I looked at him for a few moments. We both looked at the pipe for a few more moments. I promptly snapped, my anger, as it so often did, getting the better of me. First I woke up in an unknown place filled with garbage and that reeked so much that I vomited. Then, this guy, who I was only just realizing had to be an accomplice of the kidnapper attacked me with what was obviously a toy pipe of some sort.
No. No. I was done with this horseshit. I grabbed the pipe and ripped it out of his hands, yanking him forward a couple steps as I did. “What do you think you’re doing!? Who are you to go around kidnapping people!? Attacking them!? Especially with toy pipes!? Let’s see how you like it!” I shouted. I raised the pipe up, and brought it down on his skull.
There was an awful cracking sound. Instead of bouncing off his head like I had expected it to, the pipe simply stayed where it had impacted him. The man, however, simply fell backwards, like a marionette with its strings cut. I looked down, studying the body for a moment. I watched as his eyes glazed over.
I looked at the pipe, the end that had struck him dripping with blood. “…Y-you’re not a t-toy, a-are you?” I asked it. The pipe fell from my limp hand, rolling over the side of the mountain and down into the abyss below. I fell to my knees, and began vomiting. It did not help with the smell.
