Jitter #16
Through the brush Estrie crawls, his belly picking up dust and dirt and rock and twig as he snakes his way through the flora. He had one prize in mind: a morbol. It is a yearly, dumbass, yet hilarious trip he needs to make out in the middle of the Shroud, but despite it reflecting greatly on Estrie’s mental capacity, the only way for him to prove to no one but himself that he’s a fuckin’ cool dude is to stick his arm in a gaping morbol mouth.
Slowly his army crawl comes to a halt as he hears the loud, cacophonous breathing of a morbol nearby. He is coming closer to his prize and he can barely stand it. With a stupid grin on his face Estrie buzzes in place as his hands lift to part the brush, wanting ot see his quarry.
… But instead of seeing the horrific, viney, monstrous plant-thing, Estrie comes face to face with something much smaller and much more black and much more fuzzy. The beady, possessed eyes of a spriggan stares back at him, it’s mouth hanging open so Estrie can hear both it’s wheezing respiration mixing with the morbol not too far away. It’s breath reeks and Estrie winces, nose wrinkling up and brow knitting tightly.
The two stare each other down, noses barely touching, neither moving. Time stops completely, the world composed of nothing but Elezen and spriggan. Estrie blinks once, losing the game. The spriggan squeals, a sound similar to a stuck pig, before it starts to bounce around while its thin arms flail above its head. Then it stops… Before dancing a jittering jig in place.
Estrie gasps and starts to scramble, limbs trying to grab purchase on the ground to hoist himself up and begin his panicked run away from the site. The spriggan screams louder, the morbol turns its attention to the pair and also roars. Estrie starts to squeal.
“FUCK!”