The Sketch Survivors: The Enemy Among Us

Space War!

The unnerving blinking-eye stars grew ever larger in the cosmos, the tension escalating with every tick of the Armorillion's clock. "Look out!" Soal warned his fellow legionnaires, but it was to no avail. The stars, now approaching faster than ever, appeared now to be fiery pink eyes, blinking in the darkness, just as he had suspected. Overflowing with a sense of hidden panic, Soal tried his hardest to contain himself.

The eyes grew ever larger. They appeared as pink slits penetrating the emptiness of the universe. Within a minute, the Legion, mesmerized, was staring, horrified, at half a dozen pairs of eyes that were over five times an elephant's size.

"Don't run," Soal, without averting his eyes, ordered his legionnaires. "Don't even float away. These must be the Watchers." His quivering voice was overridden when the pair of eyes directly before him opened a gaping beak-maw between them, revealing a disgusting reddish interior and a sickeningly long tongue that could stick itself out like a jabbing sword.

Limmet was out in no time. The others drew their swords also, drifting towards Soal; especially here, there was safety in numbers. The space behind the nearest Watcher was soon filled with a blinding white-purple gas that flared rings and dark spots like a real star. At the two vertical points of this spherical abomination, the unwatchable light extended to fixed points above and beneath it.

The other five Watchers did this as well, flushing the space around them into an unstable star. The closest one stretched wide open its beak once again, only this time to emit a painful screech that temporarily paralyzed the Legion.

When they recovered after several seconds, Soal gave the command. "Alright. They must have the Key. We fight."

"Fight?!" was a response from the legionnaires in almost unison, but they were launched into battle anyway when one of the Watchers flung itself towards our Un-Characters (and Half-Character) in a burst of speed and strength.

"Look away!" Soal yelled, noticing that the Watcher's starry light would burn the eyes of everyone, especially Thronost, who, being from Iminentia, inherited particularly weak eyes, as the sun was not usually out there.

"How are we supposed to fight these things?!" Emma brandished her sword, despite the fact that she was more skilled with her fists. "Soal! Hurry up!"

They were all swimming rapidly through the darkness, swashing their swords blindly, illuminated primarily by the surface of Antilone far below and the constant brightness of their opponents. That was when Soal had the courage to look into the beak of one of the Watchers as it called, and catch the sight of a purple-and-green key buried deep within. The key. "I found i-" Soal alerted his teammates, but they were all busy, their eyes shut while they learned to sense the presence of the Watchers on their own. Thronost dealt the first blow by unraveling his small sack of items, and wielding his long staff that he always kept at his side. When one of the smaller Watchers approached with a vengeance, he jammed the staff between its jaws as it opened its beak to roar. The creature subdued, Thronost dared to float inside (which was drastically darker compared to the exterior) and stab a pumping, human heart that rested inside; drops of disturbing green blood spilling out.
Soal was overjoyed to see Thronost barely escape from a dimming Watcher before it faded into the nothingness entirely, its blazing eyes dying in a magenta fire. "Thronost! Over here!" Soal beckoned, and a badly burned Thronost limped (kind of) over to him. From then on in this battle, the two would stay at the other's side for safety.

"Everyone! Target the hearts inside!" Thronost accepted Soal's order, however vague it may have been. "Thronost, you stay with me. It'll be securer." The Zillyroi obeyed, and Soal smiled as Gorshaw seemed to get the message. He swam into the jaws of one small Watcher and struck the unnerving human heart inside. He evaded being burned as much as Thronost had been, but still emerged with a handful of black marks, making agonized noises as the monster vanished.

Heather and Bridget were guarded by Yuirus (who was one to protect) and the confused Irene. The three were not participants in this battle, which now seemed to be leaning in the Legion's favor. Gorshaw was bold enough to put another Watcher out of its misery, and with three gone, only half remained. Emma took care of one of them, her raw strength (and reckless fencing antics) the primary cause of destruction for this Guardian of the Key. Lucy arrived to assault another, prepared for a Revolute victory. Now, only one, the original Watcher that had revealed itself before all of the others; as well as the largest, was attacked by none other than Commander Soal, who dodged its incoming routes to lodge its beak open with Thronost's staff once again (he had permission to use it). He crawled inside, wary of his safety.

The interior was a pulsing, fleshy, and, most overtly of all, nauseating sphere, at the center of which floated a beating human heart about the size of Soal's head, sweat trickling down it. Around that heart was the Key itself. Recalling the battle with the Yalerojopes, and Irene's use of the Key as a sword, Soal snatched the Key off of the heart, using great care to assure that he would not touch the living organ. As the Key morphed into a sword of a similar kind, the Watcher shuddered violently, sending Soal tumbling over his head. Much to Soal's alarm, a dark shadow began to creep over the heart and conceal it. "Augh!" Soal choked as the Watcher's lengthy tongue returned, shooting out at him and wrapping itself around his neck, squeezing like a hungry python.

Soal swiped the Key-sword through the "air," (they were in space) and failed to sever the tentacle-like tongue. Thankfully, it slithered back to its resting position before Soal could be strangled and die.

This allowed Soal to tackle the shrinking opportunity to kill the heart. With all of his might, he struggled to force himself over to the heart, and plunged the godly Key-sword into its red, pumping surface.

By now, Thronost had retrieved his precious staff, but the Watcher was closing its mouth as it faded away. "Soal! Come on!" Irene in particular, still unsure of what was really happening, ignored her current task as she propelled herself through the maw and onto a racing Soal, proceeding to grab onto him and escort him to the rest of the Legion, thus rescuing him from a terrible, regretful demise.

"Oh, thanks a lot," Soal began, only to be cut off by Irene.
"No, thank YOU," she corrected, stashing the Key-sword in her deep, sealed pocket with the other one from Yassón. "We need to go. Now!"

And with that, all of the Un-Characters (and Thronost) were engulfed in inflating blue bubbles (being in space), their existence almost as phenomenal as the Watchers themselves.