volume.2.two
chapter.four: time_skippers
'In the end what is left is a husk of the g o d that once tred these lands has now put her shallow power to her creations hands.' creators hands glide on the pages the syntax slowly decays to "imperfection.""..."
"i really gotta up my game, huh..."
he monologues out loud.
'nah.' turning his chair back creator throws the paper as it gets crumpled on the way to the dustbin. "okay, draft one million five hundred and fifty eight point seventy five, here we start... again." rubbing his temples he
talks again "that's alot written. probably like, three chapters of a novel long, eh?" standing up while he streches his limbs. begining to walk out
"that's enough journalling for today!"
as — something flashes.
"behind, ɹoʇɐǝɹɔ."
a voice comes at maximum decibels.
the sound of something crawling. creator however fails to flinch an inch. "come on guys, i know it's you. enough with the pra-" swoosh glowing death, a shard grazes right past creator as it stabs his journal.
panic
panic
panic
panic
panic
as he slowly turning back.
to the bundle of books turning to vapour "oh shi-" he spews
before scurrying to make sense of the situation. creators eyes darting from the rooms corners to corner; a thick mist begins to form as ʇᴉ lunges down. "...vessel?" not vessel creators, not vessel. the thing circles around like a cat around mouse. a contorted horrible thi-
fast, unpredictabley fast. to the head-
but hitting somewhere else.
'must, kill. eradicate. false creator begone.'
it thinks, and then
something in a certain creator snaps.
he walks forward,
his headband turned to vapour.
his hair untangle obscuring the face.
fear is striked in the thing.
as the creator speaks.
"indolent creation,"
a voice laced with authority of a author.
"you dare—think to hurt your mak-" but he stops
in realisation.
"why is it just... standing there...?"
'okay, you have time.'
'run creatuh'
"thou creator shall ɥsᴉɹǝd"
the anomalie cries out shreeking.
(wip)