Geometry Dash - Story Mode

Serpentine Stalker?

It wasn't long before Zyrite spotted the worm again. He'd just popped down to the inn's kitchen for a quick snack when he was greeted with the sight of the creature's head resting on the checkered floor. As the overhead lights flickered lazily, the metal noodle opened its eye.

The eye widened. He stared.

It blinked. He stared.

He continued to stare for what felt like an hour and a half before the robotic entity finally pulled itself back into its poorly-dug hole. It was then that he finally released his breath. Perhaps in some corner of his mind, he knew he hadn't been breathing, but even if he had, he wouldn't have taken the time to inhale in such a tense moment. Beings created from SOUL had no place in the terrors and bindings of the living.

As his body relaxed, he shook off a few orange particles. Every time he ever got scared or became anxious for any reason, he'd always secrete that dust. He didn't know why or how, but he had to admit it was fascinating. More of it floated out on his breath. Clouds of it hung in the air. Grimacing, he inhaled most of it and spat it into a trash bin. TeleVytal had been quite the polite fellow, given that he never once mentioned the powder during their encounters. Did Brick have her own molt? He'd ask her later.

...

Ugh, what was the time?

Tiredly, he opened the fridge. Utilizing one of his corners to grab hold of a granola bar, he closed the refrigerator and retreated to his room. Then, he peeled the wrapper off and crunched on it noisily. You couldn't get something like this in Neon 11. At least, he thought so. What didn't he know? What didn't he know about his purpose, about the rebels, about HERO? He gazed out at the stars, and they couldn't answer him. However, it allowed him to observe the worm, who had arched into its familiar Ferris Wheel position. It had been watching him! Ironically, though, it was completely oblivious to the fact that he was staring in its direction. Scoffing, he flipped over, launching off the windowsill and gliding down on the wings that the Lil' T.V. had granted him. Sleep needed to come quickly. It was midnight, and he didn't want to tolerate this unsettling insanity any longer.  

Day came quickly as well, the sun jolting him out of a restless slumber. Food was required, but did he wish to risk another encounter with the segmented freak? Screw it. He'd need the power it gave his soul. No sense in fighting a machine without energy.

Fortunately, the cyclopian worm had not returned, and Zyrite could browse with ease. Uninterested in playing nice, he forced open the fridge with a slam from his temple. What was the menagerie?

Let's see... Another granola bar, this time in a flavor he didn't quite like: raspberry. Curse the brand. He also spotted several muffins, a strange cereal box, a few broken shells of a hard fruit, a pulverized potato, and some applesauce. Predictable, given the apocalyptic nature of this city. Half the muffins would have to be breakfast, and the bar, however disgusted, was thrown into his inventory. Memories of Brick prodding him to pick something from their own refrigerator trickled slowly into his mind, and so did a question that had gone unanswered: How was this the new normal?

In what now seemed to him as a flash of events, he'd left his city, thrown himself into this unfamiliar dystopia, and had flung himself repeatedly at an enemy ten times his size. He had no one to relate to, no one wanted to relate, even if they knew more than they let on. Of course, he was talking about Reverie. He'd never expected her to be the one who would make him question HERO. He'd never expected her to know about an organization, claiming to be the god of a warrior such as him. So the answer to the question he harbored last night? "What didn't he know?" Everything.

...

...

Reverie Siphon forced her arm through the sleeve of a red T-shirt, reaching down to tug the fabric straight. Balancing an equally red pair of headphones on her head, she eyed the flourishing chat on her phone screen. She had to get ready soon. After all, her daily prank stream, "10:00 P.M. WITH HEAVY SPICE" would need renaming if she didn't. Grabbing the camera and her mobile, she rushed out the door of her apartment, down the stairs, and onto the sidewalk. Then, the stream went live with a click. Today was not like other days, however. She was still pissed about the events which had occurred as of recent, so her fans were treated to her scowl the moment they could see. Of course, the chat blew up.

"What happened, Heavy? :O"

":B:eavy be vibing today."

"Geez, you're a mess, what's wrong?"

She scoffed. "You're not gonna believe this, but I got approached by one of them. An Iconal Warrior, from Neon 11. His name was Zyrite, and I didn't get to talk to him much, because something knocked me out and I came to on this bench in a random corner of the city. Ever since he arrived, weird stuff's been happening all over. I swear, I heard explosions beneath the ground!"

As she said this, the ground began to rumble, ever so slightly. Caused by the movement of a gigantic metal worm, who was quite interested in her topic, it was barely noticeable at first. Then it increased in strength, spiked for a moment, and inexplicably stopped. Too late, Reverie sensed that something was wrong, and she could barely leap out of the way as the crawler's head burst out of the ground. Staring down the machine, she muttered to the camera with shaking fingers. "Great."

The robotic creature didn't respond, nor did it move. It just kept staring. After a while, Reverie relaxed. Squatting to level her gaze with the creature's single eye, she began to decide on a plan of action. What to say? This creature was one of the many ones that were rumored to be hidden throughout the city. At least, she hoped they were rumors. A while back, a mysterious Humanoid named Dr. Xender Cat had announced himself on a gigantic monitor after his kind had overthrown the city's army. His words were cryptic, about how some unseen force wished to play with him. He seemed to speak not only on the behalf of his kind but hers, and insinuated that this force was the enemy of all. He wished to overthrow time itself and had implanted units all over the city. Then the city went deadly quiet, and life somehow resumed. Nobody knew if the Humanoids had fled, or were mobilizing in some dark alley, or if they had made way for this enigmatic persona's master plan. Now, as she looked upon this machine, she doubted that anything bad had happened. These wonders were fighting to be heard. Why was Zyrite so intent on massacring them?

Finally, the words came. "Hi, small friendly thing."

It blinked innocently.

"It's okay."

Tentatively, it neared Reverie, pulling three of its titanic segments out of the concrete for flexibility's sake. "Not so small, are you?" she giggled, having assumed its size to be rather minimal. It made a metallic bubbling noise in response. Then, as the young streamer and her audience looked on, the creature twisted around, lowering itself back into its burrow, and flicked its face in a certain direction. "You want to show me something?" When the worm nodded in confirmation, she turned to the camera. "Ey, uh, bye peeps. Don't forget to be crazy!" Then she turned to the worm.

"Lead the way."