The Sketch Survivors: The Enemy Among Us

Two Dark Hands

When the light finally faded, two wrinkling, mottled brown hands, each with demonizing razor-sharp fingers, and connected by a thin, rope-like arm that tangled in the center, restraining proper freedom of movement, revealed themselves. The two Lint Corp sisters had metamorphosed into a wretched abomination about as large as two elephants.

"Krennnnsssssssss," it somehow hissed, despite not possessing a face or mouth, and Soal knew this was it. The Character form of the two Un-Character sisters whose Sketch was Antilone: Crenps.

"Now!" Soal bellowed. "Attack!" This time, his legionnaires followed his instruction, not hesitating to strike this foul monstrosity.

But Crenps struck first. It clambered through the corridor, toppling a couple of bejeweled sculptures that lined the walls, its sheer size both a hindrance and a factor of intimidation. A barrage of arrows sailed through the air and bounced off of the skin-armor that protected it from aerial fire.

Soal leaped forward to burrow Limmet into its cracking skin, in hopes that it might be weaker in close combat. Instead of the blow Soal had assumed would occur, Crenps's left hand took action. It jerked into the air, sending Limmet flying out of Soal's own gloved hand and skidding onto the back of the hall. Shocked, Soal turned his back to reach it, but the same hand came down on top of him, encasing him in a prison of fingers, and then hoisting him up, strangling him with its raw power. The other hand joined in the effort to maximize efficiency.

The other legionnaires rushed to his aid, hurriedly attending to the scene and dealing damage in any area they could, appear it strategic or not. Finally, Irene recklessly tore the right hand's ring finger from its foundation, rendering it a stump. Cowering in pain, Crenps whispered "Krennnnnsssssss," once more, as it was surrounded by legionnaires. Soal was released from the hands' grip, and Irene ferried him back to the center of attention, ordering action this way and that.

Crenps carried out every maneuver, and so did Soal, but neither was triumphant. "We don't have to do this," Soal gasped during a period of mostly inactivity from his foe. "Just give us the Keys."

Crenps could, in fact, speak, however muffled that speech may have been. "Krreennnnnnnssssss... nnnnooooo keeeeeeeyy," it whistled forlornly. "Nnoooo giivvvvveeeee keeeeeyyyy."

"You'd better," Soal threatened, waving his sword in front of him. "Keys... or death." (This statement felt more ironic to him as time passed.) Crenps held out its palms, displaying its two severed fingers (it had lost another during the battle), as though remorseful. It then clenched each into fists of hatred.

"Nneevvvveerrrrrr."

The GCC rattled with its exit through the Gates of the Armorillion, Crenps's calls of animosity and enmity echoing through its many chambers.