02-26-2018, 01:23 AM
It hissed and gnashed Its teeth, agitated by the burn marks left by the armored soldiers and their primitive blaster rifles. The pair of stormtroopers held their ground as the ghastly clown advanced, firing blast after searingly-hot blast at Its wiry, hulking frame. A brave move, but one which would surely be their downfall. And it became their downfall the moment It began to shift, surge, change.
A series of sickening cracks rent the air as It lurched, limbs twitching in fits as Its body seemed to collapse, joints and malleable cartilage creaking and groaning like a decrepit house, the vertebrae of Its spine straining in visible bumps beneath Its skin. It assumed a quadrupedal pose, clawed fingers splayed across the ground and Its neck snapping 'round at an impossible, distinctly wrong angle, rough silk rasping over the Nexus floor as It skittered forward like a hungry spider over its web.
Gaping, powerful jaws snapped onto the first armor-plated limb It could reach, cracking the white plastoid like a crab shell. The man inside screamed like a stuck pig, hundreds of lamprey teeth sinking deep into his flesh, the coppery taste of blood beading up and cascading over Its tongue like sweet, sweet honey, eyes rolling up in delight as the bone buried within slick meat gave a final, quick snap!
The soldier's wailing cut off into a low, pained groan as It gulped up the mess of blood and shattered bone. His numb hands fumbled uselessly for a weapon, flopping like dead fish attached at his wrists, and he distantly realized he was going into shock.
"Stat," the stormtrooper choked out, watching blearily as the clown turned Its back on him, stalking back toward the fountain. His vision was fading fast, the first pinpricks of black smearing his view. "Stat, I..."
When he received no immediate reply, Acute tossed his head to the side, helmet jarring painfully against the Nexus floor as he did. He was prepared for a grotesque, horribly mutilated body. He was not prepared for empty white space. No sign of Stat at all, but surely... surely he would have gone to get help, right?
Shock could be a real killer, the trooper mused as the last vestiges of consciousness fled from him just as surely as his oozing lifeblood, but being abandoned was the worst fate imaginable.
Viola watched as the trooper went still, the soldier's body slackening from either unconsciousness or death. Her eyes pricked with hot tears, anger lending fortified steel to her gaze as she bravely met Pennywise's stare head-on.
Gore trickled down Its chin and into the ruffles of Its costume, staining the dusty suit with thick rivulets of arterial blood. A bestial grin stretched Its mouth wide, devil-red gums erupting with protrusions of saw-like bone, greedy yellow eyes fixated on the cowering child.
The clown chortled upon seeing the fury in her expression, the merry jingling of bells accompanying Its full-body laugh.
"Aw, what's the matter, sugarplum?" It tittered, a sly curve on Its lips as some of Its earlier humor bled through. "Feeling neglected? Don't worry, there's plenty of Pennywise to go around!"
It took an exaggerated step forward, purposeful and light as a strutting peacock... and then another, the ridiculously large clown shoes on Its feet flopping about with every step, a slow advance that had Viola's heartbeat hiccuping with every footfall. Drool slopped from Its wide mouth, dripping to the floor in translucent strings.
"What are you?" Viola demanded, ignoring the clown's mockery of her. The blades crossed before her sung with a metallic hiss as the clown took another step closer, the vibrations tingling up her arms.
"Now, where's the fun in that?" Pennywise chided, wagging a finger at her. "Why don't we play a little game?"
The girl stared coolly back at It. She clutched her arm closer to her chest, waiting as the creature continued to lope toward her. "No."
"So cruel! Weeell... I suppOs~e I can let you in on my secret, even if you're a mean, mean little girl to ol' Pennywise..."
It stooped down, still several feet away but close enough that Viola could smell the rot sloughing off from Its body in nausea-inducing waves. Its tongue traced Its teeth, saliva mixing with blood in an ugly, pinkish mix.
"I am fear," the creature growled, amber irises swirling, pupils expanding until Its eyes became empty black pits. "I am a bloodletting. I am the creeping thoughts which stalk your sleep, the darkest imaginings in the cracks of your squishy, spongy little brain, the wolf at your grandmothers door. But, most of all, Viola..."
The creature's face split in two, a garbled, warp-frayed howl ripping through to Viola's very core as It lunged. "I... am... HUNGRY!"
A series of sickening cracks rent the air as It lurched, limbs twitching in fits as Its body seemed to collapse, joints and malleable cartilage creaking and groaning like a decrepit house, the vertebrae of Its spine straining in visible bumps beneath Its skin. It assumed a quadrupedal pose, clawed fingers splayed across the ground and Its neck snapping 'round at an impossible, distinctly wrong angle, rough silk rasping over the Nexus floor as It skittered forward like a hungry spider over its web.
Gaping, powerful jaws snapped onto the first armor-plated limb It could reach, cracking the white plastoid like a crab shell. The man inside screamed like a stuck pig, hundreds of lamprey teeth sinking deep into his flesh, the coppery taste of blood beading up and cascading over Its tongue like sweet, sweet honey, eyes rolling up in delight as the bone buried within slick meat gave a final, quick snap!
The soldier's wailing cut off into a low, pained groan as It gulped up the mess of blood and shattered bone. His numb hands fumbled uselessly for a weapon, flopping like dead fish attached at his wrists, and he distantly realized he was going into shock.
"Stat," the stormtrooper choked out, watching blearily as the clown turned Its back on him, stalking back toward the fountain. His vision was fading fast, the first pinpricks of black smearing his view. "Stat, I..."
When he received no immediate reply, Acute tossed his head to the side, helmet jarring painfully against the Nexus floor as he did. He was prepared for a grotesque, horribly mutilated body. He was not prepared for empty white space. No sign of Stat at all, but surely... surely he would have gone to get help, right?
Shock could be a real killer, the trooper mused as the last vestiges of consciousness fled from him just as surely as his oozing lifeblood, but being abandoned was the worst fate imaginable.
Viola watched as the trooper went still, the soldier's body slackening from either unconsciousness or death. Her eyes pricked with hot tears, anger lending fortified steel to her gaze as she bravely met Pennywise's stare head-on.
Gore trickled down Its chin and into the ruffles of Its costume, staining the dusty suit with thick rivulets of arterial blood. A bestial grin stretched Its mouth wide, devil-red gums erupting with protrusions of saw-like bone, greedy yellow eyes fixated on the cowering child.
The clown chortled upon seeing the fury in her expression, the merry jingling of bells accompanying Its full-body laugh.
"Aw, what's the matter, sugarplum?" It tittered, a sly curve on Its lips as some of Its earlier humor bled through. "Feeling neglected? Don't worry, there's plenty of Pennywise to go around!"
It took an exaggerated step forward, purposeful and light as a strutting peacock... and then another, the ridiculously large clown shoes on Its feet flopping about with every step, a slow advance that had Viola's heartbeat hiccuping with every footfall. Drool slopped from Its wide mouth, dripping to the floor in translucent strings.
"What are you?" Viola demanded, ignoring the clown's mockery of her. The blades crossed before her sung with a metallic hiss as the clown took another step closer, the vibrations tingling up her arms.
"Now, where's the fun in that?" Pennywise chided, wagging a finger at her. "Why don't we play a little game?"
The girl stared coolly back at It. She clutched her arm closer to her chest, waiting as the creature continued to lope toward her. "No."
"So cruel! Weeell... I suppOs~e I can let you in on my secret, even if you're a mean, mean little girl to ol' Pennywise..."
It stooped down, still several feet away but close enough that Viola could smell the rot sloughing off from Its body in nausea-inducing waves. Its tongue traced Its teeth, saliva mixing with blood in an ugly, pinkish mix.
"I am fear," the creature growled, amber irises swirling, pupils expanding until Its eyes became empty black pits. "I am a bloodletting. I am the creeping thoughts which stalk your sleep, the darkest imaginings in the cracks of your squishy, spongy little brain, the wolf at your grandmothers door. But, most of all, Viola..."
The creature's face split in two, a garbled, warp-frayed howl ripping through to Viola's very core as It lunged. "I... am... HUNGRY!"
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