It tosses and catches the piece of wood in the air as it walks; the metal claw on the end scrapes the ceiling. The monster it'd gotten it from didn't need it anyway.
P a i n. C o n f u s i o n.W o r r y.Was t h i s what pain felt like? An incomparable feeling of being incomplete, u s e l e s s. Trauma remained immobile; it couldn’t s e e without the claw, couldn’t search to find the pesky interlopers within the strange world it inhabited. D e f e n s e l e s s. Ragged breaths, its humanoid form trembled as its feet remained planted heavily to the spot. Its body leaned sharply to the left; so used to the weight of the device, it couldn’t even begin to set itself right. Everything felt w r o n g. He would definitely not allow such f a i l u r e, throw it aside as easily as it did to past memories.That s o u n d.It vibrated against the wall, sending shockwaves that caused its head to veer sharply to the side, listening. It recognized the sound, painting an ever brief picture of the surroundings. N E E D. It nearly roared in response, a melody filled with it’s delusion and desire, the act forceful enough to have feet stumbling blindly forward.