Behind the Screen ~ {Inanimate Insanity}

14 - E

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⚠️ SLIGHT BLOOD WARNING ⚠️

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"This is taking way too long..." An object muttered, tapping their foot on the desert ground. "Why isn't he here yet?"

The object glanced around, looking for a blue-gray shape in the distance. Maybe a voice, or a sound. There was nothing for a few moments, only tumbleweeds drifting across the ground. Huffing in exasperation, they turned away. There was no point in waiting. Maybe he'd come later.

At least, that was what they kept telling themself. But the object knew that he wasn't exactly familiar with his powers quite yet, and he had some friends to save.

Friends...

They faltered for a moment before quickly shaking their head. They needed to stay focused. The object kept walking in the never ending desert, hoping to find a new place to rest. Their old camp had been destroyed by the ink creatures. They were more annoyed than upset at this.

Speaking of those creatures...

The object quickly dodged to the side as an inky and glitching spear flew past them. They knew they weren't alone. They took their pocket knife out of their sheath, eyes flicking around quickly. Where had it gone...

There!

The inky substance had transformed into a small type of monster, jaw unhinged and fangs glinting as they leaped at the object.

Gripping their knife, they ducked under the monster, bringing up the weapon and stabbing it through the stomach. The creature let out a screech as ooze poured out. It tumbled to the ground before carefully climbing back to its legs.

"Not today," The object narrowed their eyes, wiping off a bead of sweat.

The inky creature roared before lunging at their prey once again, glitching in and out. Nothing new to the prey in question. They watched carefully, and ducked to the side as the monster landed where they once were. The object got back up, only to get sliced by a claw.

They brought a hand up to their cheek. "Are you <BLEEP>ING kidding me?" They groaned. "I was on a streak!"

They hadn't gotten scratched by a creature in quite some time- and they were attacked regularly. Of course this one had to break their streak.

Ducking again, the object quickly stepped back as the monster attempted to land another blow. Okay, they just needed a perfect shot...

The creature shook itself before screeching again, lunging at the object.. This unfamiliar object suddenly threw the knife, watching as it pierced through the creature.

Bullseye.

It let out a wail, crumbling to the ground and spreading out. The glitchy substance slithered away on the ground, a trail of ooze following it.

The object sniffed, wiping their brow as they walked over and picked up their knife. These attacks were becoming more common. The only reason why this was happening was if... Their eyes suddenly widened, realizing what was going on.