(Something I found in my drafts today đ§đźââď¸idk why I wrote it but it was there- )
You couldnât remember exactly how long youâd been trapped down here, below the towns grounds, an endless maze of iron tunnels and unopened hatches. The same eerie drips of the empty cavern filled your ears as you stumbled around the lair of the cryptid who had taken you as captive. The creature was not actually rather frightening in the form it presented when you thought of it, the chubby face of a clown, large eyes and bunny like teeth, a head of orange curls and a rather antique looking aesthetic instead of the usual technicolour daze you saw on typical clown couture. However, when this creature was actually in your presence, you grew weary and a little fearful of it, which it seemed to partially enjoy. It didnât take you too long to figure out that it got some kind of kick out of you being frightened, quite regularly jumping out of corners and chasing you through the dark tunnels, teasing you with a tiny grasp at a chance to escape, before capturing you in his grasp once more.
Youâd grown to realise that he almost defiantly had a rather unpleasant diet. Regularly coming back to his lair coated in thick layers of blood, reeking of death. You chose to ignore it for the most part, until he would get up in your face, touching your face with his bloodied gloves, watching how you would wither beneath him. You shuddered to the thought, sitting amongst the creatures nest, attempting to warm yourself through the cold of the cistern. Running seemed like a life time ago. You physically could not find your way out of the tunnels, constantly taking wrong turns and getting even more lost than when you started, not to mention if the creature were to return and see youâd vanished, not only would he drag you back kicking and screaming, but it would only give him a chance to frighten you more. It begged the question of why he hadnât harmed you yet. Why did he insist on playing cat and mouse with you? Why not just get it over with and kill you? Itâs clearly what he wanted.
Your thoughts were swiftly interrupted as you heard steps begin to echo though a nearby tunnel. You sunk into the blankets of the creatures nest, waiting to see what mood it had returned in. Sometimes, and only sometimes, if it returned in a pleasant mood, it wouldnât bother you. Sometimes he even conjured up sweet treats for you. Soon enough, the footsteps grew louder, but so did another strange sound. You narrowed your eyes, listening closely to try and figure out what it was, before you realised that the creature was wailing as it navigated through the tunnels, low growls and grunts growing louder as they echoed through the empty walls. He was hurt....
You sat up in an instance, awaiting to see him make an appearance. How had he managed to get himself hurt? He sounded in an awful lot of pain....you found yourself feeling bad at the prospect that the creature was injured, but why should you? It wasnât as if the creature had done anything spectacular for you. He had stolen you away and you were unable to escape. Why should you care if he was hurt? If anything it would give you an advantage in means of an escape. Your thoughts were interrupted as the creatures shadow came into view, swiftly turning your head over to see him stumble through one of the pipes, whimpering to himself and growling in pain. You gasped as you saw the state of him, what appeared to be a harpoon was shoved directly into his skill, puncturing one of his eyes and sticking out the other side. His inhuman hearing pictured up on your small sounds, snapping his head towards you. You jumped, falling back as he began to approach you, dragging uneasily. He didnât get to far ahead before he stumbled over, falling to the ground with a whimper. You sat back for a moment, watching him with widened eyes, drawing a deep breath and watching him whimper and cry to himself. You bit your lip, wondering if you should even attempt to approach him to help. He seemed in a great deal of pain, not even able to make it all the way over to you before falling down onto his knees.
You shakily moved yourself forward, cautiously approaching the creature, kneeling yourself down beside it, trying to peer at its face without alarming it. Blood spilled from the wound, falling away from his skin and floating upward into nothingness. He glanced up at you, only one eye to actually give you a look, the other seemed to be completely scrambled under the pressure of the harpoon. Would it cause permanent damage to him? Could this incident leave him partially blinded?
â....h-here....Iâll help...â you began, shakily reaching towards the harpoon. As your hand navigated towards it, he bared his teeth at you, growling through sharpened fangs. You flinched, retracting your hands in an instant. Though, as your eyes fell back on to him, his amused chuckle quickly faded back into an intense pained hiss. You bit your cheek, some kind of dominant instinct beginning to grow within you, noticing that it was simply trying to still appear as the bigger person, even while injured. âIâll....-Iâll get it out just stay still-â you tried again, reaching out for it. âDonât touch meâ he hissed to you.
âJust let me help!â You insisted. âIt hurts doesnât it? You wonât heal unless you get it out. Donât be a bitch.â You spat, before realising youâd just insulted him, instantly clapping a hand over your mouth. You watched as his looked darkened, turning to snarl at you.
âWhat did you call me?â He hissed. You found yourself glued to the spot, simply staring at him and keeping your mouth stuck shut, feeling as thought it was probably your best option in this scenario. The two of you stared at one another for a moment, before he lunged forward at you, pushing you down and taking a hand to your throat, lightly putting a pressure on your airways. You instantly gripped onto his hand, fear already beginning to install at the very idea of how easy it would be for him to simply squeeze the last breath from your lungs with his bare hands. A light chuckle left him as he watched you already beginning to fight against him, even known heâd barely begun.
âIâll show you a bitchâ he hissed, tightening his hand. You gasped, clawing at his hand, the sudden pressure restricting your airways. Of all things, was he really going to strangle you until you just withered away beneath him? As his giggles echoed, your fear only grew as the moments grew longer and you feared that this would truly be your end. Choked to death by a strange monster in the depths of a sewer.
âWhatâs the matter?â He asked, tilting his head with a grim smirk, the eerie sight of the bloodied harpoon still stiff in his eye socket only making you feel physically ill. âSay please....if you want to breath....beg...â he said darkly.
At this point, you were near enough turning purple, wheezes leaving your form as you desperately tried to catch even the smallest bit of air, clawing at his gloved hands as you looked down to him, your eyes beginning to wander as vision began to blur. Was he really going to kill you like this? After keeping you here all this time?
â....ple..â he gasped, choking in your own breath. â....please!â You cried desperately with the smallest amount of air you still had trapped in your throat.
âPlease what?â He asked, tilting his head with as minister smirk, a eerie giggle rising from his lungs. âWhatâs my name...?â
You gritted your teeth under the deathening pressure of his hands, your eyes squeezing shut tightly as you could feel the pained pressure being put on your body as it so desperately begged for air. This creature was really going to kill you, right here and now, unless you were able to comply with what he asked before eventually collapsing.
â...ple- please!â You choked, drawing in the smallest of breathes that you could muster other his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. â...pen..penny..wise!â
With that, the creature chuckled, instantly releasing his hand from your neck. You fell to the ground with a strangled gasp, instantly grappling onto your own neck as you choked for air, shakily looking up to the creature. Did he really go through such a conundrum because you called him a name? The entity looked down in you as you heaved for air, instinctively curling your form up to move away from him as he paced towards you, kneeling down in front of you before taking hold of your face in one hand, squeezing your cheeks together between his thumb and remaining fingers on either side.
âPerhaps next time youâll watch your tongue before you insult me, doll..â he said lowly.
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