When ZAC returns home from the surface, he has found that Twitch's sentience experiment that day may not be a failure! Instead of dying like all the others, according to Twitch, this rat lived and escaped with his skin glowing a slight green, but th...
The dreaded bell of the surface is about to ring the dreaded toll, its noise echoing across the land for all to hear, beckoning for many to wake up into the morning. The bells strikes. I count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. The sixth hour. Morning or night, breakfast or dinner, it doesn't matter to me. The Goopy One must leave to get his food for both him and my creation.
I cannot be too sure. If he's there, he could ruin everything. My hand ultimately reaches for my neck. His hands are on top of it. I breathe and breathe and breathe. I take a small roach in my fur and send it through the cracks to check. I sit underneath what seems to be the abandoned house so long ago. It was empty of dirty humans and worthless surface filth, just 2 of my subjects in a ghost town. I imagine the silence with only the sound of empty screams from the houses as the winds blew in them. I sit in the humid tunnels beneath waiting for my loyal roachman to return with my information, imagining the scene play out.
I took the potion out, seeing its green glow and its radiating heat. It's still warm like a green bloody heart, filled with new life for the kingdom. As such, I caress it as if a baby.. As if Scratch himself.. I even see a reflection across it looking back at me. Today, the sewers will be reborn. Today they'll be brought back to their real home. Today, my first subject will be mine because of this! My greatest treasure! My greatest key! He will not like you.. Yes.. He will fight against you.. He will try to destroy you... but you've seen me.. You know me. You can make them obey me, their ruler! I do not know where they get these insidious thoughts.. Everything I did is for MY kingdom, but YOU can change that..
CRANK!
I grow stiff. Only silence clouded my mind. I look across the tunnel to where the source comes from. Instinctively, I place my potion away on my back, raise my crossbow loaded with my traditional poisons and point into the darkness. I only hear the light pitter patter of sewage. My hands shake as I stare directly in darkness. Nothing comes out, but the implications still rang true. I always knew they were true. The humans would come any moment now, but they've always ignored it. They're dead.
I look down to my crossbow and unloaded the poisons within and replaced them with the potion in the case of desperate measures. My roachman comes back from the cracks. I feel his legs climbing up mine as he tries to go to my fingers. I give him my attention and he nods yes. He wasn't there.
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The waters wash and fade as I climb up, up, up the pipe. I see the surface quickly. It was utter darkness; I couldn't see anything, but I smell the stench of fresh Zaunite air recycled from the bright city above. It comes closer and closer until finally a large splash can be heard across the house. When I hear it myself, I start to stiffen when I come out of the old worn out porcelain portal. My head immediately jolts to the closed door to my right. I slowly come off and blend in with my surroundings as I've always done. I wait for the door to open or even creak, but nothing happened in what seemed to be 5 good minutes. The Goopy One can come in any moment.
