Then I made the Scythe horse, three jawed lizard, and exploring more about the Khanns and Banana lizards. I also have plans for other subspecies of Drakosavra Froutofagos (dragon lizard fruit eaters) (idk man)
The three jawed lizard is a Magna Lacerta Tribus Maxilla (three jawed giant lizard) (super uh created name)
Didn't do any "scientific name" for the Scythe horse. They just be existing.
My scribbled words are about possible biomes for the skies and underground, but maybe also the surface. :3
At one point you were standing next to Bill and the next thing you knew, something had yanked on your leg, pulling you into the surprisingly deep puddle. Swimming frantically, you gasped as you finally managed to bring your head above the water.
“What the-” you mumbled, looking around.
You easily recognized the cluttered shelves and rickety stairs of you childhood home. Looking around nervously, you slowly began to waddle backwards towards the steps only to stop when you noticed the two eyes staring at you.
“Georgie?” you whispered, not believing your eyes.
Your youngest brother moved towards you, and as your eyes scanned him, you took note of the dirty yellow raincoat he wore as well as his missing right arm.
Despite how realistic everything felt, you were able to come to your senses and remind yourself that none of it was real. Shaking your head, you moved to continue heading to the stairs.
A loud click startled you, and you turned around only to come face to face with a gun. Your eyes trailed up the hands and the arm that held the handgun and you made eye contact with yourself.
Or at least, a younger version of yourself.
“You could have stopped this,” 12-year-old you stated. “It’s your fault Georgie died.”
Shaking your head furiously, you’re not sure who you were trying to convince.
“Everyone knows it was your fault. All your friends, mom and dad, even Bill,” the younger you continuously began to get louder.
“If you were a decent older sister, none of this would have happened!” she screamed.
“Please stop,” you whimpered, feeling tears slip down your face.
“It should have been you instead,” she stated, pushing the gun further into your head.
You wanted to curl into yourself. Maybe it really was your fault. If you had just gone out with Georgie that day-
Letting out a small yell, you reached out to wrestle the gun from yourself. You heard her shriek as you shoved her into the water and held the gun with your other hand.
Shakily pointing the gun at her, you watched as she rose above the water.
“Do it,” she said. “You’ve never had the guts to do anything.”
Breathing heavily, you made no move to shoot.
“DO IT!” she screamed.
Grunting, you raised the gun and pressed the trigger, listening as a loud bang rang throughout the basement.
The younger version of yourself crumpled into the water and you watched as the body seemed to sink in water that was more than 2 feet deep.
Taking a quick glance at the gun, you tossed it into the water and ran up the stairs, not bothering to look back at the yellow raincoat that floated in the water.
-
“Bill!” you yelled, attempting to find your brother somewhere in the cave.
Turning a corner, you crashed into a firm chest. The person let out a small wheeze and you looked up, only to find your brother staring at you.
“Oh thank god,” you whispered, quickly embracing him.
“A-are you okay?” he asked, tightly wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
Letting out a shaky breath, you shook your head, but made it clear you didn’t want to talk about it.
Bill nodded and the two of you stood for a couple more seconds embracing each other. As soon as you separated, you held onto his hand, mumbling a small reminder to yourself.
