04-10-2017, 01:58 PM
"Hold it right there, creep." This phrase was so familiar. Instant memories welled, bringing back thoughts of a past Host. She used this line so often, it was almost her catch phrase. It took no time at all to spot who said it. He was the only living thing for who-knows-how-far. It did not stop, however. Almost mindless, perhaps desperate - if it knew such a thing - the slime moves towards Dell - and it was pretty fast for such a creature.
It would be a split moment before the slime gathers itself up into a dense ball, then springs at the man with the familiar words. Nostalgia... Is that not what the humans called this? A sense of comfort from memory of things long since past? If so, then Zenith was definitely nostalgic right now. Maybe this would be his new host? It was not fond of guns, it often fought against them, but maybe it could cope. Maybe his new Host rarely used it. Maybe a lot of things.
It would be a split moment before the slime gathers itself up into a dense ball, then springs at the man with the familiar words. Nostalgia... Is that not what the humans called this? A sense of comfort from memory of things long since past? If so, then Zenith was definitely nostalgic right now. Maybe this would be his new host? It was not fond of guns, it often fought against them, but maybe it could cope. Maybe his new Host rarely used it. Maybe a lot of things.