𝓒𝓱?𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 15 (level 21 and 46)

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Tw for minor violence and disturbing imagery e


2 WEEK TIME SKIP IM A LAZY BITCH X-X 


                                                                                         Justin's POV

      A few weeks had passed since my brush with death, and since 4-A hesitantly decided to join our team. We'd finally be leaving this level. ''You sure you're ready? You nearly died on me and it better not happen again.'' Casey said, slight worry in her voice as we packed to get out. ''I'm sure. I promise you. =('' I replied, grabbing my bat. 

''No entities. We're clear.'' 4-A said, glancing around the corner and stepping out, taking another  quick glance around to identify anything harmful. ''Alright, lets go then.'' Casey said, grabbing Dusky who squeaked briefly and kicked his legs, being woken up from a brief nap. ''No time for sleep little guy.'' She sighed, giving him a brief pat on the head and calming him down, then dashing around the corner with me following quickly behind.

''So I guess we just start opening random doors till we get teleported to somewhere else?'' Casey asked, glancing around at the dozens of doors patterning the walls, the closest one being a sand-stone door. ''Yeah. We will do that.'' 4-A replied, dashing to the nearest door and stepping into it, vanishing almost instantly. 

''Guess that answers our question then.'' Casey sighed, and dashed quickly into it. ''Here we go, again. =('' I sighed, and jumped through. A desert, looking to be around the dusk or dawn time, however I did not recognize this level. ''Certainly a unique level I'd say.'' Casey murmured, letting Dusky go who instantly began trampling in the sand, kicking it up and digging into it.

''What is he doing?'' 4-A puzzled, turning his head and looking at the moth as he continued to dig. ''Good question. =('' I said, confused as-well. ''What are you doing you silly bug?'' Casey murmured, getting down to his level and watching him dig, her eyes lighting up to see him find something.  Two red crystals and a piece of old rusted metal. 

''He must have sensed it with his antenna. Fire salt has a very sharp scent.'' 4-A said, quickly perking his head up to a faint noise of roaring. ''Fire salt-? =('' I puzzled, but quickly noticing the noise aswell. ''Its a weapon. We might need it soon.'' He replied. ''Good job boy!'' Casey said, ruffling the fluff on his head and taking the fire salt, and taking a quick glance at the metal before rendering it useless and placing it down. ''Wonder what that was.''

The roaring in the distance only got louder, and a breeze began picking up. ''Feels like a sandstorm is gonna happen, we should probably hide.'' Casey said, picking Dusky up concernedly, and glancing around for any cover, however nothing looked visible, dust beginning to kick up.

''Stay together, if we get separated it could be bad.'' She said, backing up closer to us. ''Good idea. =('' I replied, holding my ground as the storm only got closer, dust beginning to blur my vision. ''Bad time to no-clip here.'' 4-A sighed, partially covering his eyes with his clawed hands to prevent getting sand in his eyes.

The wind hurled and blew, sand and dusting kicking up and making anything within a five foot  field of vision invisible. Dusky buzzed frantically, desperately struggling from Casey's arms in shear panic. ''I know its scary but you gotta sit still.'' Casey said through gritted teeth as she tried to hold onto him, however he managed to escape, flying into the storm, but quickly fly back frantically, a large entity that appeared to be made of sand and stone.

It snarled, lunging directly at 4-A who snapped back, slashing the sand around it's on eyes, an angry roar in response. ''SHIT RUN!'' Casey cried, not even trying to fight it and running into the storm against her instructions. ''Cas- =('' I tried to sputter, however Dusky rammed me out of the way of one of its claws, 4-A snarled harshly, however he was quite clearly scared and ran off, leaving me and Dusky with this thing.

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