𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗆𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

~art by creepypastelart @ tumblr~

The monster looked at you intensely, as if expecting a response. Any form of response. It had no expression on its face, only those big eyes that pierced your skin. Your brain was still whirling and you were too terrified to react or answer its question.

The Void.

Since it was first spoken, that word had been buzzing around your head. It couldn't possibly mean...Him, right? Despite being frozen and unable to speak, Spamton managed to gather enough strength for both of you and stood in front of you, shielding you with his body.

* LEAVE US ALONE

* WE DO NOT [[Accept!]] CALLS FROM ANYONE!!

His grip on you was firm. His voice, although unsteady, was strong. When it came to his deal with Him, Spamton had never really spoken up for himself, but now when your life was on the line, he was determined to do anything he could to protect you.

Though the creature didn't budge an inch from its original spot, it had clearly heard him. Even with Spamton in front of you, it was still staring at you. It was as if its eyesight ignored him completely, as if it was looking right through him. Instead, it was waiting for you to respond. Spamton was just a loose end for it, or rather, its master. A loose end...

that should be cut.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a spear was hurled at Spamton, aiming for his chest. It was unusually sharp, despite the inky shadows it was composed of. You could see its blade shining if the shadows hadn't swallowed all the light. There wasn't enough time for you to react. You closed your eyes tightly and hugged Spamton's body from behind, bracing for the worst.

The impact never came. Instead, what did come, was hot pain running all over your body. It was enough to make you wince, but not enough to slice through your DETERMINATION. As you opened your eyes again, you saw the once dark alleyway bathed in the pure red light of your SOUL. The small heart appeared in front of you and took the hit instead of Spamton, taking damage in the process. At the very least, you were relieved that Spamton was unharmed. Of course, you were fine as well. You were built to endure a lot more strikes before collapsing. This single spear would not be enough to take you down.

* Snap out of it! Both of you.

* We can't run from this one!

Spamton was filled with rage rather than fear, and he was ready to go right in. The sudden realization that you had no idea how to FIGHT hit you harder than the spear.

"N-now wait a minute! H-how.." you protested.

* We don't have time for hows! Now we FIGHT.

* IT'S TIME THIS [[Knucklebone bracelets]] LEARNED A LESSON!

The space around you transformed in the blink of an eye. Every element in your immediate area was replaced by a glitched texture that generated a low static noise. Everything else around you, including the walls, the floor, and even the empty space, became the same black nothingness that the spear was made of.

* [Y/N], listen carefully!

* Usually in situations like this, you can ACT instead of FIGHT.

* ACTing is a peaceful way to resolve things without anyone getting hurt, not even the enemy.

* This time it's different, the follower will not back down. It has direct orders to kill us if we do not comply!

This was bad. You sure would like to try and talk things out with it, maybe reach a mutual agreement, like a 'it let you go and you don't mention anything to its boss' kinda thing. At that thought, you felt your heart glaring at you.