A faintly sweet, stink mixed scent keeps teasing his patience. He knows that it was wrong to have a thought of eating a living flesh but it's in his nature and he will never won against it. Tinky Winky has gone mad from smell of blood and leaves him to crawls here all alone. That bastard pushed him off his back the moment he spot a bloody body and ran off like a lunatic. Another reason added to educate this brat. The fast footsteps still echo, maybe he should try to catch up with him in case something bad happens to Tinky. The white furred grunted at him self in annoyance. Why should he care for that out-grown brat much?
As he slowly crawls by the cold steel floor, he has seen a numerous limbs and guts scatter everywhere and there's a blood painted here and there in this dark unsettling surrounding. Look pretty tasty, if you asking.
The former guardian gulps down his hunger, he sure was starving but no, he won't be that low to eat a corpse of some fellow tubby. His top priorities of being an infected were to stay sane and keep his tubbynity as much as he could.
The more he sees a blue furred corpses on the floor, the more he can guaranteed the place he was in. Blood soaked fur, lifeless bodies, cold wall, cold floor and the fear that will forever scarring his heart.
He recalls the moment when he met another survivor and then a wandering headless tubby.
But his past-life memory a bit hazy, maybe this is not the EXACT same place he once knew. At least he hopes so.
Maybe just maybe... that tubby was still alive somewhere...
The Crawler snaps out of his thought when a lound moan and a gunshot were heard.
Tinky Winky?!
Worry took place on the pale face. The Crawler fastened his pace in panic.
Please be safe. Please be safe, my only companion. Don't leave me alone. He keeps praying under his heavy breathing as he keeps crawling toward the noises.
His nose keeps picking up a new scents: a rotten smell and a fresh sweet aroma. A blood of an undead and a living. Faintly.
Another shot was fired.
Comes an inevitable silence.
And there's a whirling sound of a chainsaw starting.
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wordless communication. (Tinky Winky x The Guardian)
FanfictionTinky Winky x The White Tubby//Crawler After The Guardian was betrayed by the vacuum bastard for the second time. He was left alone, roaming the abandoned ruin as a clawler. Will he be left alone there forever? Will there be a light shed upon this l...
