Post by Andrew C. Creed on Mar 22, 2019 18:21:09 GMT -5
“Hmph. Pathetic.” Creed would grumble as his drones removed themselves from the carcass of the once great creature. As they exited, their exterior shells would glow, dissipating any gore which had been stuck to them along with boiling the water. Creed would flash brightly for a second before returning to his normal, slimmer suit. He would grab his cloak and affix it properly to his shoulders, looking back down one final time.
“I can’t wait to kill you again in hell. Until then, enjoy burning…”
Creed would examine the large egg he had procured previously. It was bright in color, with a smaller version of whatever that thing was. He would turn to the remaining stalks, pointing to them.
“Eliminate all but one”
The drones would fly over, meticulously popping and burning every single egg it could find, aside from a singular one at the bottom of a random stalk. Originally he wished to burn them all to satisfy his two buffoons. They were no longer here. Whether they survived or not mattered little to him. Leaving this singular one behind would allow for them to believe the threat over, letting their guards down once more only to be hit even worse in the future. As Creed began to exit the cavern, he’d suddenly get pinged by someone. It was Rine...Strange, she said she had some work to get done. He would accept the call, a video display popping up of Rine in her chair, hair messy, tear streaks across her face, and a rather substantial tub of Ice-cream not too far away.
“Andrew? Andrew are you there?! I’ve been trying to contact you all day, what the hell happened?!”
“Communcations went out. Something to do with that creature. They were only down for an hour, don’t you think you’re over reacting a bit? Maybe your hormones are acting up or-”
“Excuse me? You’ve been dark for an entire day you dumbass! I thought something killed you!”
Creed paused for a second before turning his gaze to the Egg.
“I’m good now… I’ll explain everything when I get back to the lab…”
Word Count: 337
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“I can’t wait to kill you again in hell. Until then, enjoy burning…”
Creed would examine the large egg he had procured previously. It was bright in color, with a smaller version of whatever that thing was. He would turn to the remaining stalks, pointing to them.
“Eliminate all but one”
The drones would fly over, meticulously popping and burning every single egg it could find, aside from a singular one at the bottom of a random stalk. Originally he wished to burn them all to satisfy his two buffoons. They were no longer here. Whether they survived or not mattered little to him. Leaving this singular one behind would allow for them to believe the threat over, letting their guards down once more only to be hit even worse in the future. As Creed began to exit the cavern, he’d suddenly get pinged by someone. It was Rine...Strange, she said she had some work to get done. He would accept the call, a video display popping up of Rine in her chair, hair messy, tear streaks across her face, and a rather substantial tub of Ice-cream not too far away.
“Andrew? Andrew are you there?! I’ve been trying to contact you all day, what the hell happened?!”
“Communcations went out. Something to do with that creature. They were only down for an hour, don’t you think you’re over reacting a bit? Maybe your hormones are acting up or-”
“Excuse me? You’ve been dark for an entire day you dumbass! I thought something killed you!”
Creed paused for a second before turning his gaze to the Egg.
“I’m good now… I’ll explain everything when I get back to the lab…”
Word Count: 337
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