Run! Run Run!
"Just leave me alone!" I shout desperately at the three monsters chasing me! I can't even identify what there called anymore! But there definitely not normal Lumps Of False Life! They coordinate with each other and aren't trying to rip each other to shreds! My only saving grace is that for some reason the hallways have gradually been getting cleaner. As if something was removing the monsters in the hallways I've run through?
Rounding yet another corner I barely doge a whipping vine, and dart past something…it's only after a few minutes of running that I realize I'm no longer being chased.
" d did they finally give u up?" Checking the nearby plant room causes me to throw up seeing the chard remains of a lump stinky up the place. It smells like spoiled ham and burning rubber! It's almost as disgusting as smashing the beatle eggs on the 5th floor! Distracted by this disgusting mess I barely notice as a figure is thrown at me!
THUNK!
"Fragment! You've come to save me!"
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Strike! Doge, Duck, jump, back step, jump.
My brain hurts, my body aches. Yet Glutton has guided me through this maze of an onslaught, for at least a few minutes. Have we landed a few hints, sure. Did they amount to anything no. Not an ounce of damage is actually accumulating on these monsters.
It doesn't even feel proper to call them Lumps Of False Life anymore. Anatomically, there more humanoid than tumor, with a tiny head baring a milky eye, arms woven from multiple tendrils ending in wooden claws, and barely any wood is visible distorting there making up. But from the thuds I hear each time we land a hit they might as well be walking logs.
Whats worse than their mock human shape, or Cyclopean heads is the mouth that opens vertically along each one's chest's. Using their mock wooden rib cage as teath, while whips emerge from there horrid depths as if they were vomiting up there own intestines!
One on one me and Glutton would definitely win eventually. assuming we could lure our adversary into a forested room ware there healing is reduced, for some reason. But three, in the hallways, while having only a quarter reserve of Force. A fighting retreat is all we can manage.
Even still we don't want to give up… we want to win, I want to win! But how can we? The tools I have are Glutton, Cleave, Bind, and… Fuck my bag is gone! Alright, I don't have enough Force to let Glutton cook the monsters. My core still feels too unstable to rip it apart to fuel Cleaves cutting function, even if I had a blade. So that leaves us with Bind?
It's as we're rounding yet another corner that i relies… I'm not really contributing much to the fight. I'm dogging yes, but only because Glutton is telling me to. I'm already halfway possessed, what if Glutton could fully possess something?
A feral gleam enters my eyes as we begin pushing back against the onslaught. Purpusly getting closer and closer to one of the monster.
Lash, strike, advance, advance, advance!
Suffering lashes but otherwise avoiding getting entangled, it finally happens.
A single whip coils around my cub, and with a tug my entire hand and the club is pulled into the monsters maw. While I step forward into an attack that sends me flying backwards as if I were a rag doll.
Forgetting about my body, I latch onto my connection to Glutton. Pumping as much of my Spirit and Force as I can though my wrist gate and into the club. For a brief moment Glutton try's to fight me, but eventually they relent.
With my Spirit I reach though the club, and into the monster. Stabbing into the roots, flesh, and eventually its Core.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rot, I'm rotting… why? why won't I die? Why won't they kill me? Why can't I heal? Why why can't I just die!
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Thud…Thud…Thud…
"Timber!"
THUNK!
Everyday the luberjack came…every day he chopped me down…every night I regrew… and every day I waschopped down again…
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rot…please…take…me…I…I cant…
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NO!!!! I don't want to heal! Let it kill me!
But my pleading was met with no response, I healed, the rot was purged, and I never stopped healing…growing…spreading. One day all the rot shall be PURGED!
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Spread…spread the roots wide, wider, wide enough to bind together this broken realm…
No matter how many times they chop me down my purpose is clear. Life must grow, persist, flourish.
Thud…Thud…Thud…
"Timber!"
"AHHH"
THUNK!
"Owe"
"You dumb kid! How many times have i told you! Don't climb the silver tree!"
"But it's the comfiest spot to read."
"No butts! Now go sweep the lobby, we have guests coming over tonight!"
…" ok, sir. uncle sir."
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INFECT.SPRED.INCORPORATE.INFECT.SPRED.INCORPORATE.INFECT.SPRED.INCORPORATE.INFECT.SPRED.INCORPORATE.
A deep whizzing exhale leaves it's many lungs, as it try's to move yet again.
BONE SURROGATE REQUIRED.
It's awareness cloiles though its many vains, searching for bones…yet it has already digested them all. But it dose find something. A small root or perhaps vine wich is slowly growing up the stair well.
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(•)Bind. Bind, the lightning spirit to the stolen Roots! Do it now, before your Psyche collapses! Shattered child, you must hur-!
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Kick!
My head rolls of my shoulders as Ghosts kicks me in the side.
"Get up and protect me, you idiot! You better not be dead yet!" Her voice sounds extremely panicked. She looks dirty…no bloodied, as if she's been lashed multiple times by whips?
Rolling my gaze over I see why she's scared, two of the refined Lumps Of False Life are slowly backing towards us… no their backstabbing away from their third companion? The one that ate Glutton is convulsing!
Trying to stand, speak, even move a finger is impossible. My muscles have given out. While my Spirit is…Thin? Reaching out to my wepon though my detached hand, I almost throw up.
Squirming, twitching, writhing! I've somehow half connected my Sprit to the monsters body, and Glutton has waisted no time taking control of its feeble mind! Consuming the monsters own Force reserves to burn away everything part of it that's not made of wood!
Bind, hurry!
Some sorta invisible pressure is building in the back of my skull. Fractured ,distorted images and impressions form separate sources and perspectives that are trying to overwhelm my sense of self.
Moving my Spirit in a fashion I've never truly done before, I begin possessing the monster. Spreading…spreading mySpirit wide…binding together the broken/ stolen Roots. INFECTing.SPREDing.INCORPORATEing. The monsters core, bones and Roots. Into a flase ethereal nervous system, made from my own spirit that's all filtered through Glutton.
"BIND!"