Little Echidna fights God!
[ "RISE AND SHINE." ]
[ Upon Knuckles realizing he could even slightly lift his head - he slammed his fist directly into the face of the robot holding him, rolling across the ground and getting to his feet. ]
[ The Spokesman laughed, a sound so disgustingly and viscerally.. Human. There was no metallic twang or anything lying under it, but - .. Knuckles, frankly, did not care. ]
[ When the robot moved in on him, their bloody little tango had properly started. The Spokesman didn't fight as hard as Knuckles did, being knocked around like a metal punching bag. ]
[ The echidna slowed down, stepping back - watching the Spokesman fall to the ground. With dents in its form, contorted impossibly - it still did not fight back. ]
[ He picked it up, tossing it up into the air - pitching it into the woods. ]
[ Something cracked. It sounded like bone. ]
[ Knuckles saw flesh slowly creep through the grass, coming out of the shadows and forming blobs on tree roots - pulsating independently as each had a set of lungs of their own. ]
[ ... ]
[ Something slowly emerged from a cluster on one of the tree roots. It was thin, lanky - turning and twisting as it pressed itself onto raw and tender skin - yanking its legs out of the ground it had emerged from. ]
[ It wailed, like an infant - crying and mewling - doubling over and pulling itself towards Knuckles. ]
[ The echidna would've moved if he knew what the FUCK was happening. ]
[ Tips of fingers that looked soft and meaty started to draw blood from the fleshy floor it crawled across. ]
[ Knuckles watched it wriggle around. It didn't seem to be a threat, weirdly enough - it seemed to be in pain. ]
[ The echidna swallowed his disgust, walking over - grabbing the things head, intending to give it a small mercy and end it off quickly. ]
[ There were more now. The second he popped its head off, more emerged. Covered in yellow mucus, writhing and slipping around - unable to gain their footing. ]
[ One got onto its feet, slowly creeping behind Knuckles. Its jaw stretched and pulled - the upper jaw seeming to have independent movements from the bottom jaw - yanking around and slowly - teeth started to protrude as though it were a goblin shark. This happened as it reached towards his neck - ]
[ He pulled his elbow back, slamming it into the things stomach - whipping around. Upon it being attacked, the others seemed to be aggravated as well. They all collectively started to scuttle and scramble at him. He smacked a few down, but upon seeing more - ]
[ He turned right around and ran for it. ]
[ They all scrambled over each other, howling and mewling - that aforementioned yellow mucus sticking to the grass as they moved. It clumped the nature together - and if Knuckles took the time to look (which he didn't) he would see it slowly harden, turning into something like metal. ]
[ He sprinted through the cult grounds, and all the cultists were outside still - he grunted, optics flaring at the sight. ]
GET OUT OF THE WAY! GET INSIDE!
[ Knuckles continued to scream and yell at any of the cultists who lingered - stopping momentarily to toss a kid to his mother. He heard the mewling get louder - and just hoped the remaining cultists used their heads and ran. ]
[ He slammed into the closed entrance door - shattering the wood and metal that held it up, feet slapping against the ground so impossibly fast that he almost sent himself right over. ]
[ Fingers, mucus-coated fingers grazed his back. ]
FUCK!
FUCK!
[ Knuckles swerved right suddenly, hoping that he could make more distance in the thicker woods. A mob couldn't keep up as well with obstacles in the way. ]
[ hopefully. ]
[ knuckles couldn't breathe - could, maybe, but if he breathed they'd know where he was. ]
[ they grew tighter together - sloshing through the woods. ]
[ yolk was everywhere. ]
[ it clung to his shoes and knuckles prayed they wouldn't find the trail. ]
[ they're sniffing. ]
[ they're sniffing. ]
