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Chapter 2.5: Not Broken. Not Yet.

There are many special spots in the world, and they are all connected. To people, these spots seem wrong. A person could bring people with them to one of these spots and still feel secluded. Alone. Lost. They are locations perfect for riding all-terrain vehicles, or holding raves and orgies. They are special to people in that one regard. They are the places where all humans can feed into their desires and not have a care in the world. They are the places where, thanks to the feeling of seclusion, anything goes.

The cause of this is a bleeding effect for an event that happens once a year. To humans, all of these places are just that. But to the Creatures of the Dark, they are gateways. Doorways to a special place, similar in both design and function to the human auction house. Items and other things are sold and repurposed but once a year in an event known only as The Auction, and it was about to happen soon.

The guard sat in the facility, reading it’s book. It did not care for humans most of the time, but it did find certain things appealing. The Book, for example, was one of it’s favorites. Humans had no real power to call their own. They had no ability to Create, or Scare, or Feed, like it’s creator. In many ways, they were still very much primates, and yet the Book was one of the few exceptions. Open a good book, and a whole new world was in front of you to explore.

The guard’s many eyes read the pages, shifting around inside the gelatinous ooze that made up it’s head, as a tendril of the same material flicked the page over from right to left. It’s body comprised of the same material, with two arm-like tendrils that ended with points sprouting from a thin stalky body, ending at the bottom with many smaller tendrils that spread below it’s body like plant roots. It continued to read, and many more eyes in it’s head watched over it’s cargo: a man lying in a hospital bed, sleeping.

The man lay their silently, barely breathing at all. He was simple enough, with his whole body hairless, and his head shaved. Two IV’s fed into his arm, keeping him alive and asleep. The guard was created for one specific job, and this was it. Watch and make sure nothing happened to the man, unless specified otherwise. Those specifications were part of the job.

And then the man started to stir, and the guard’s eyes all shifted to look at the man. This was new, and unexpected. It was made to monitor, both internally and externally, but internal monitoring was rarely needed. The guard quickly shifted on it’s lower tendrils, rushing over to the man’s side as he muttered in his sleep. One of the “arm” tendrils prodded the man’s forehead, and the guard saw what the man was seeing in his deep sleep. There was another man that looked much like the guard’s captive, and a strange woman in a waitress outfit and red hair. They were in a diner on a cliff, and their mouths were moving. The guard could not hear what they had to say, only the power to view them, but it felt off. It felt too real.

“Soon…”

The guard shuddered backwards, it’s whole body vibrating as the man spoke the word. He didn’t move more, didn’t wake up, and didn’t so much as open his eyes. Still, he spoke and shifted ever so slightly. That was not possible, it was not supposed to be possible! The guard had to report on this, and now. The auction was coming up, and his captive was the main attraction. It always was and always would be, as that was it’s job! Otherwise it would be fired…

Ripping out one of it’s eyes from the ooze of it’s head, it placed the eye down on a table and concentrated on it’s creator. As it did, a voice filled the room, seemingly coming from the eye. It was a strangely calm voice, with an accent that had no discernible origin. The voice sounded English, as the creature was designed to understand it, but to any other bystander it would have sounded like their native tongue. The voice let out a sigh, and simply said “I am busy. What is it?”

The eyes in the guard’s head started to shift around, only to pause and reform. This continued on, and each new formation of the eyes took the shape of a letter, with longer pauses in between becoming word breaks. H-E S-P-O-K-E.

“Oh? Well that’s unfortunate, given the IV in his arm. That concoction was made specifically for him. Tell me, what did he say?”

S-O-O-N

“Soon? Interesting…did anything else happen?”

B-O-D-Y S-H-I-F-T D-R-E-A-M M-A-N W-O-M-A-N D-I-N-E-R

“A dream about a man and woman at a diner? Now that is different, and intriguing to say the least. It’s not his mother, we have her! So it must be that boy’s construct…which makes the man his brother. The time is coming…you have done your job well. You watched over and protected Jimmy until the times of his tortures. What happens next will work out, I believe, in my favor.”

A-M I F-I-R-E-D

“Sadly, yes. Your job is no longer necessary, and you have done a fine job all this time. Goodbye.”

The guard shuddered, nodding it’s ooze head as it understood what this meant. It’s eyes began to shift rapidly as it said it’s final goodbye and thanks to it’s creator, before it’s body burst into flames and dissolved.

I-T W-A-S G-O-O-D L-I-F-E C-R-E-A-T-O-R

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Chapter 2.5: Not Broken. Not Yet.

There are many special spots in the world, and they are all connected. To people, these spots seem wrong. A person could bring people with them to one of these spots and still feel secluded. Alone. Lost. They are locations perfect for riding all-terrain vehicles, or holding raves and orgies. They are special to people in that one regard. They are the places where all humans can feed into their desires and not have a care in the world. They are the places where, thanks to the feeling of seclusion, anything goes.

The cause of this is a bleeding effect for an event that happens once a year. To humans, all of these places are just that. But to the Creatures of the Dark, they are gateways. Doorways to a special place, similar in both design and function to the human auction house. Items and other things are sold and repurposed but once a year in an event known only as The Auction, and it was about to happen soon.

The guard sat in the facility, reading it’s book. It did not care for humans most of the time, but it did find certain things appealing. The Book, for example, was one of it’s favorites. Humans had no real power to call their own. They had no ability to Create, or Scare, or Feed, like it’s creator. In many ways, they were still very much primates, and yet the Book was one of the few exceptions. Open a good book, and a whole new world was in front of you to explore.

The guard’s many eyes read the pages, shifting around inside the gelatinous ooze that made up it’s head, as a tendril of the same material flicked the page over from right to left. It’s body comprised of the same material, with two arm-like tendrils that ended with points sprouting from a thin stalky body, ending at the bottom with many smaller tendrils that spread below it’s body like plant roots. It continued to read, and many more eyes in it’s head watched over it’s cargo: a man lying in a hospital bed, sleeping.

The man lay their silently, barely breathing at all. He was simple enough, with his whole body hairless, and his head shaved. Two IV’s fed into his arm, keeping him alive and asleep. The guard was created for one specific job, and this was it. Watch and make sure nothing happened to the man, unless specified otherwise. Those specifications were part of the job.

And then the man started to stir, and the guard’s eyes all shifted to look at the man. This was new, and unexpected. It was made to monitor, both internally and externally, but internal monitoring was rarely needed. The guard quickly shifted on it’s lower tendrils, rushing over to the man’s side as he muttered in his sleep. One of the “arm” tendrils prodded the man’s forehead, and the guard saw what the man was seeing in his deep sleep. There was another man that looked much like the guard’s captive, and a strange woman in a waitress outfit and red hair. They were in a diner on a cliff, and their mouths were moving. The guard could not hear what they had to say, only the power to view them, but it felt off. It felt too real.

“Soon…”

The guard shuddered backwards, it’s whole body vibrating as the man spoke the word. He didn’t move more, didn’t wake up, and didn’t so much as open his eyes. Still, he spoke and shifted ever so slightly. That was not possible, it was not supposed to be possible! The guard had to report on this, and now. The auction was coming up, and his captive was the main attraction. It always was and always would be, as that was it’s job! Otherwise it would be fired…

Ripping out one of it’s eyes from the ooze of it’s head, it placed the eye down on a table and concentrated on it’s creator. As it did, a voice filled the room, seemingly coming from the eye. It was a strangely calm voice, with an accent that had no discernible origin. The voice sounded English, as the creature was designed to understand it, but to any other bystander it would have sounded like their native tongue. The voice let out a sigh, and simply said “I am busy. What is it?”

The eyes in the guard’s head started to shift around, only to pause and reform. This continued on, and each new formation of the eyes took the shape of a letter, with longer pauses in between becoming word breaks. H-E S-P-O-K-E.

“Oh? Well that’s unfortunate, given the IV in his arm. That concoction was made specifically for him. Tell me, what did he say?”

S-O-O-N

“Soon? Interesting…did anything else happen?”

B-O-D-Y S-H-I-F-T D-R-E-A-M M-A-N W-O-M-A-N D-I-N-E-R

“A dream about a man and woman at a diner? Now that is different, and intriguing to say the least. It’s not his mother, we have her! So it must be that boy’s construct…which makes the man his brother. The time is coming…you have done your job well. You watched over and protected Jimmy until the times of his tortures. What happens next will work out, I believe, in my favor.”

A-M I F-I-R-E-D

“Sadly, yes. Your job is no longer necessary, and you have done a fine job all this time. Goodbye.”

The guard shuddered, nodding it’s ooze head as it understood what this meant. It’s eyes began to shift rapidly as it said it’s final goodbye and thanks to it’s creator, before it’s body burst into flames and dissolved.

I-T W-A-S G-O-O-D L-I-F-E C-R-E-A-T-O-R