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Post by Tatters The Tantalizing on May 14, 2019 13:37:25 GMT -5
(Déjà vu)
Tatters followed closely behind his brother Muffins as he ripped through the thick foliage with brute strength and relative ease. He felt old, decrepit, travel weary - but above all else, he was beginning to feel weak. His arms and hands twitched as sweat beamed down his brow. He felt like the sun had cracked an egg on his head and the yolk was running down his face, dripping down into his clothes, weighing down his boots. Thick mud on the ground from a thunderstorm kept him from keeping pace with his much stronger companion.
“Because, I said so”, Tatters said aloud, though no soul even whispered to them.
Tatters had adapted an ability to read his mute brothers body language and eye movements. They spoke almost telepathically.
“Stop questioning me, brother”, Tatters snidely remarked , “I feel feverish.”
They continued in awkward silence through the forest, until finally they came upon a clearing. It was uncanny, almost uncomfortable. The air inside the grotto was (pregnant) heavy with humidity and threatened to burst. A small pool of water gathered in the middle. Tatters looked upon it, his lips cracked, his heart racing, and his mind unclear. He stumbles toward it and fell to his knees at its edge. It shined a hue of blue into his yellow eyes, refracting green. For a moment, Muffins couldn’t recognize his brother and became afraid.
“H-Help m-me”, Tatters stuttered, “I’m so weak...”
Muffins dipped to his knee and brought a handful of water to his brothers lips...but it evaporated as he drew closer.
“P-p-please help me!” Tatters weakly shouted, his voice inflection more different, and now Bubbles was genuinely terrified.
He pulled his brother off the ground and dipped him headfirst into the pool, forcefully, frightfully. He held his head underneath the surface, hoping he was drinking, hoping against hope that his brother would come back. His brother began to struggle against his grip, his arms flailing wildly. Muffins eyes widened as he pulled his brothers head from the water...and the pool erupted in a geyser above them. Blood and rotting body parts gushed from the pool, landing in morbid *PLOPS* all around them. Something horrible came up next, something Muffins couldn’t wrap his tiny mind around. His eyes glossed over white and he remained there in a catatonic state.
“Why do you disturb me pitiful one?” The (creature?) shrieked in an ancient language.
Tatters understood it, but it was painful. His nose bled as his brain nearly hemorrhaged while he inhumanly deciphered the language. He vomited as he bore witness to the creature in its physical state...but he realized it was beautiful. He didn’t feel weak anymore. He stood to his feet, tall, chest puffed.
“I seek power...and the means to control it”, Tatters replied in its ancient language.
The creature laughed and Tatters joined in. It didn’t expect that.
“Tell me then”, it replied, “What would you do with it?”
Tatters lips cracked and bled as a smile etched across his mad face.
“Honestly?” Tatters replied, “Whatever I want.”
The creature laughed in response. It liked the clown.
“Then I offer you a proposal”, It spoke as it scribed its covenant, “I’ll give you power, but you must give me something in return.”
Tatters mind filled with desire and he knew what he must do. He looked down as a child’s rotting arm rose from the pool and dropped an ancient blade in front of him. Tatters snatched it off the ground and twirled it around in his slender hands. He raised the blade high in the air and brought it down violently on his brothers throat, slashing it from one ear to the other. His body fell limp to the ground, blood spraying from the gap in his neck, pooling viscerally around his body. Tatters grunted as he rolled his brothers corpse into the pool and it splashed beneath the surface.
He watched him float
and float
and float
until murky darkness overtook him and his brother was gone forever. The creature descended below - possibly to feast - as Tatters felt something begin to envelope him. It surged through his body, from his head to his toes. He fainted right where he had slain his brother with a wild smile on his disgusting, gore splattered face.
Tatters followed closely behind his brother Muffins as he ripped through the thick foliage with brute strength and relative ease. He felt old, decrepit, travel weary - but above all else, he was beginning to feel weak. His arms and hands twitched as sweat beamed down his brow. He felt like the sun had cracked an egg on his head and the yolk was running down his face, dripping down into his clothes, weighing down his boots. Thick mud on the ground from a thunderstorm kept him from keeping pace with his much stronger companion.
“Because, I said so”, Tatters said aloud, though no soul even whispered to them.
Tatters had adapted an ability to read his mute brothers body language and eye movements. They spoke almost telepathically.
“Stop questioning me, brother”, Tatters snidely remarked , “I feel feverish.”
They continued in awkward silence through the forest, until finally they came upon a clearing. It was uncanny, almost uncomfortable. The air inside the grotto was (pregnant) heavy with humidity and threatened to burst. A small pool of water gathered in the middle. Tatters looked upon it, his lips cracked, his heart racing, and his mind unclear. He stumbles toward it and fell to his knees at its edge. It shined a hue of blue into his yellow eyes, refracting green. For a moment, Muffins couldn’t recognize his brother and became afraid.
“H-Help m-me”, Tatters stuttered, “I’m so weak...”
Muffins dipped to his knee and brought a handful of water to his brothers lips...but it evaporated as he drew closer.
“P-p-please help me!” Tatters weakly shouted, his voice inflection more different, and now Bubbles was genuinely terrified.
He pulled his brother off the ground and dipped him headfirst into the pool, forcefully, frightfully. He held his head underneath the surface, hoping he was drinking, hoping against hope that his brother would come back. His brother began to struggle against his grip, his arms flailing wildly. Muffins eyes widened as he pulled his brothers head from the water...and the pool erupted in a geyser above them. Blood and rotting body parts gushed from the pool, landing in morbid *PLOPS* all around them. Something horrible came up next, something Muffins couldn’t wrap his tiny mind around. His eyes glossed over white and he remained there in a catatonic state.
“Why do you disturb me pitiful one?” The (creature?) shrieked in an ancient language.
Tatters understood it, but it was painful. His nose bled as his brain nearly hemorrhaged while he inhumanly deciphered the language. He vomited as he bore witness to the creature in its physical state...but he realized it was beautiful. He didn’t feel weak anymore. He stood to his feet, tall, chest puffed.
“I seek power...and the means to control it”, Tatters replied in its ancient language.
The creature laughed and Tatters joined in. It didn’t expect that.
“Tell me then”, it replied, “What would you do with it?”
Tatters lips cracked and bled as a smile etched across his mad face.
“Honestly?” Tatters replied, “Whatever I want.”
The creature laughed in response. It liked the clown.
“Then I offer you a proposal”, It spoke as it scribed its covenant, “I’ll give you power, but you must give me something in return.”
Tatters mind filled with desire and he knew what he must do. He looked down as a child’s rotting arm rose from the pool and dropped an ancient blade in front of him. Tatters snatched it off the ground and twirled it around in his slender hands. He raised the blade high in the air and brought it down violently on his brothers throat, slashing it from one ear to the other. His body fell limp to the ground, blood spraying from the gap in his neck, pooling viscerally around his body. Tatters grunted as he rolled his brothers corpse into the pool and it splashed beneath the surface.
He watched him float
and float
and float
until murky darkness overtook him and his brother was gone forever. The creature descended below - possibly to feast - as Tatters felt something begin to envelope him. It surged through his body, from his head to his toes. He fainted right where he had slain his brother with a wild smile on his disgusting, gore splattered face.