Incipient Mortality- A Knock Off Course

Chapter one- A Taunt to an Unwanted Miracle

"Wimps like you wouldn't last if you can't even investigate a monster. You have a sword, don't you? You'd be fine." A voice falls on Ikorts' ears after he tried to decline the opportunity he wasn't qualified to investigate to begin with. He hesitates, feeling pressured, however tries to decline again. "No- It's not that I'm scared.. or anything.. I just don't think it should be me who investigates it- I mean- what if you guys get into danger when I'm not around?" He asked, chuckling nervously. "Oh? is that so? You know, Iko, you're not good at lying. Your excuses are garbage. What? Scared that you'd piss yourself when you got there? Don't you have other clothes?" The young man asked, taunting Ikorts again. "Uhm.. No, I..." Ikorts got caught in his lie and soon gave up. "Fine.. I'll investigate.."

When he gave in, the young man smiled in delight and satisfaction. "ohhh! That's what I like to hear, oh Iko~ Imagine the jjiom we'd make from this.. don't feel too bad now."

Ah, the obsession of money still stands even after the second flush of humanity, sin's plague the earth no matter how much it's cleansed. Humanity can't keep saying Oops! to doing things again. They may have produced Britney Spears, but that's not a valid excuse. Ikorts thought he was right. This would help the gang if he got the money. Despite the dangers, it would be better to just do it.

"Yes.. the money, uh.. you're right.." Ikorts agreed, resting his hand on his sword. "See? you get it now. Okay, I'll circle your map on where to go." The young man takes Iko's map and gets his pen to do just that, before returning it to Ikorts. After thanking him, he walked off to the destination of the investigation.

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The commission led Ikorts across miles, leaving him tired by the end. He took a second to catch his breath before he looked at the destroyed land. The commission led Ikorts across a few miles, leaving him tired by the end. He took a moment to catch his breath before he looked at what appeared to be a farm, that, like other things on the world's surface, was abandoned. The once dry soil now soaked in more than just rain, black or purply goo of, obviously, unknown origin. Beside all the scattered soil and weird thick liquid, large dark feathers that decorated the land like the long withered corn. Ikorts grew insecure. After all, nothing small could create such destruction, but who knows? Even rabbits are deadly and man-eating sometimes.

After a few moments of rethinking his decisions, he finds some courage to continue through the farm. The home across the field seemed in okay condition. Though the wood was rotten, it at least still had structure. The barn, however, casually had a giant gaping hole in the ceiling, something.. that maybe shouldn't be there. This was a clue of where this 'Mysterious and terrifying' beast may be, so Ikorts headed in that direction, with the mildly wet dead grass squishing under his steps.

As he gets to the door, he feels a pit of insecurity in his stomach. It's often he encounters colossal beasts and deadly monsters, but he most certainly never goes looking for them. After several moments of debating his next move, he holds his breath as he's reminded of why he's there. Other than being peer-pressured, the money he could gain from this commission would help the gang greatly if he succeeds. IF. Who knows what's beyond the door, death most likely. He swallows, if not gulps, at the thought of being devoured in vain. Eventually, he calmed his nerves enough to reach out to the door. A moment of reluctance and hesitation struck him before he went to open it. The rusty metal screeched when he opened the door, the old wood floor creaking under his weight. At the moment he hopes there isn't a basement that he can fall into from here, but he soon gets over it and walks forward, taking in the smell of dust and old hay, not exactly finding it very pleasant, but there isn't much for him to do about that. Instead of dwelling on trivial things, he looks up to the hole in the roof, soon looking down toward the aftermath of the fall. The strange dark goo is visible once again, painting the second-floor balcony railing and then the floor. Along with the goo, the familiar feathers also make an appearance, like any amazing duo, of course.