The second fallen

Chapter II

      dwelling inside the caverns, abandoned long after the great escape, arose a figure. shoutings were heard in the distance, but the black consumed the meek screams. he... no... it, crawled from its position, and moved a great distance to see the light.  twas no longer a monster, nor human. it was stained of fear and death, and no longer belonged to either parties. its deformed hands reached outwards to the light, and was seen. its brownish skin was stained, and spotted. whatever it was, it didn't seem complete. its fragmented face, now visible in the light, appeared similar to that of a deformed tree, with jagged edges sputtering outwards in a flurry. 

      its position mover once more, as it arose and begun to slowly walk from one end to the next. it carefully looked at the golden flowers, looming over them with a chilling presence. it extended its arms outwards and touched a single flower. 

it immediately turned a disgusting brown

      the thing, afraid of its newly founded powers, peered to its hands, and questioned its life. it grew conscious.  it begun to look to the left and right, and hid in the shade, fearing the light ever more. it slowly extended its arms outwards and held itself, fearing the catacombs and caverns. 

      then, it rushed to the exit, fearing what lied behind it. it ran through the doorway like structure, and rushed towards whatever may come. 

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       after some time of running, it came across a Froggit. the Froggit stood, simply minding its own business. the creature then poked the Froggit, and flailed backwards after touching  its warm, gooey and film like skin. the Froggit tuned its entire body, and looked to the thing. it stuck its tongue out, and swiftly damaged the thing. whatever, it was, revolted against the Froggit. it swiftly slammed its club like arm against its skull, and bashed it in. Dealing a whopping 2,091 damage, at only lv.1. 

       the Exp bar rose, as well as its Love. however, that's not all that grew. for a second, a brief moment of consciousness arose inside the, thing... it associated the thought of killing, with pleasure. the feeling of bashing its skull, the pressure of it all. the rush of murder got into its head, and began to run rampant, killing every Froggit on sight. It ran into battles on purpose, just to relive the rush of murder. it continually rushed into battles, killing everything on sight, until the population within the area dwindled in numbers. regardless of the opening, some monsters stayed put inside the cavern, their home as they would say. 

      the Thing arose once more to discover a pathway covered in spikes, the exact one frisk had charted. it the light now flooded the room, and its entire body became visible. its swamp-like stature was gooey and meting, similar to the rotting corpse of a human body. its stench became unbearable, and its sight was beyond horrendous. however, it wasn't until the spike stabbed its limb, did it smile.