When Darkness Falls (Horror Knight)

Chapter Two; The Start of the Fall.

The best word to describe their mood at the moment was simple; pissed. 

Nosk glared down at the small corpse creeper, feeling insulted that it would even dare to mock them like that. Why in the world would it start making them look like an idiot? When they were really pretty smart, and learned new things quickly.

"Do you want to say that again, coward?" Nosk snarls at it, making it back up into the wall with a terrified squeak. 

The corpse creeper stared up at Nosk, visibly terrified. Wide eyes, hyperventilating, and sweat all made it obvious, so obvious, that Nosk could practically smell the fear it gave off. 

Nosk grinned sinisterly, leaning their head down to get a better look at the fragile corpse creeper's body. "That's what I thought. Don't insult me like that, or any of my freinds..'Cause if ya do..let's just say you won't like the last few moments of yer life.." They threatened, no longer smiling as they looked quite serious, especially towards the end. 

The corpse creeper nods rapidly, shaking slightly now. It didn't want to die yet, it's why is protected itself in a corpse in the first place! 

Nosk steps back, nudging the much smaller bug, sighing as they did. "Now run along..and be a lil' more careful about whom ya decide to mock.." Nosk watched the small bug scurry away into the vast abyss they knew to be called deepnest. After glancing around they slunk into the shadows, not exactly knowing where they were going to go at this point. Their nest wasn't safe anymore, other, actually hostile Nosks attacked it, and killed the only freind they had in this cruel maze of tunnels full of deadly, terrifying bugs. And sure, they'd seen death and was all too familiar with it, they were raised to be a hunter, to fool, to kill, but they simply couldn't mentally handle the weight of killing anything. 

And because of this lack of the mentality to kill, the others hated their guts. The others always found where Nosk hid, so they had to flee and find another secluded spot to hide out in, lest they want to be killed. And honestly, they longed for the sweet release and soft, cold grip of death to take them. But whenever they were close to it, someone kept begging for them to go on, to live, and Nosk always listened to that sweet little voice.

They swore they could remember it from somewhere, they just couldn't put their claws on where they'd heard that voice before. It sounded like Ghost's voice..but different, slightly deeper, and smoother than the vessel's voice. 

Sighing again, Nosk started walking off in a set direction, making up their mind on where they were going to go now. Dirtmouth. They would go to the distant village and from there through the stag tunnels they would be at Dirtmouth. They wanted comfort, support, anything to take their mind off of their lost freind. 

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Going through the tunnels was hard for them,  very hard. They'd constantly get lost and end up in places where they didn't want to be, and even worse, they lost track of what tunnels they went through. This time, however, Nosk found themself in a familiar landscape, lush green moss and plant life, a few mosscreeps crawling around, and squits minding their business as they lazily flew around, not caring about anything. 

Nosk's eyes sparkle as memories from the back of their consciousness flooded his mind, about being here with their freind when the two of them were younger. They glance around, noticing a pair of amber eyes staring at them from the bushes. 

        What Nosk didn't know, was that this bug staring at them was not actually friendly.