The avian snapped his fingers. The engine room collapsed in on itself at the exact same time Milk Ice dove towards Black Sapphire's torso.
In a whorl of smoke, they made contact-
-and broke apart mere seconds later, Milk Ice breathing heavily as he backed away from the little bird.
"What the fuck," he spat, "Are you?"
No cookie could resist the Lord of Nightmares, much less the void that the Lord came from. For some godforsaken reason, the little bird had not received that particular message.
Milk Ice did not like that. The Lord of Nightmares did not like that.
"Shit--" his hands flew to his headwings in a valiant attempt to keep them closed, this time. He had already let the shadows speak for him once. He couldn't let it happen again. Despite his best efforts, the wings unfurled, and his posture slackened completely.
For a few moments, the void was still.
"êđ
, đđđđđđ đđđđ⊠đđ
đđ áđđ đêđ áđđđ," spoke the hole in the center of the limp cookie's face. It was unclear if it was directed at the body it was residing in, or the cookie sitting across from it.
The body turned its head to look at Black Sapphire squarely. "đêđ”. đ
đđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđđ. đ
đđđ đ
đđđđ đđ
đ áđđ đ
đ đđđđ”á”á”đđđ, đêđ” đđêá," it said, making... conversation? "đđđêá đđ đê đđđđđđ đêđ”."
It raised a hand, and Black Sapphire shot up in his bed, recollection of his dreams -- or were they nightmares? -- sloughing away like soggy crumbs, with only the memory of a void-dark hole in place of a face and the sound of millions of voices laughing at some unknown joke left behind.
