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Crack, crack, crack.
The spider’s back legs had contorted into a towering M shape, allowing it to lean forth in such a way that allowed the gargantuan face sprouting from it’s carapace to peer down. Leer down.
It’s smile cracked the white skin of it’s face as though it were plaster.
And so, this unfortunate girl had found herself dangling on the very end of that sickeningly mundane, frayed rope called life.
She would find herself greeted with the scent of rot as the creature’s smile widened in a way impossible, its bottom lip dripping down as though pulled by a string, and it shifted forward upon eight thick legs ( eight, so yes-- most definitely a spider ). But before the crunch of meat and bones being devoured could fill the air, a quite different sound rang out from behind;
The sound of applause.
“Bien joué! You’ve found him! Kindly keep him distracted for me a little longer, won’t you?”
@vibraea