Post by Blake Sterling Jr. on Apr 18, 2016 2:12:51 GMT -8
Pull back the board and squeeze inside. The abandoned motel room wasn’t all that bad. Shit on the floor, actual shit in a corner. The mattress was still here that’s a plus. Dawn was coming soon and Nanaue had to prepare, was so busy exploring the city lost track of time and that sun ain’t the welcome wagon.
Dragging the mattresses into the bathroom was easy, and there was old beer boxes to shove into the little window. Box spring wedged against the door and into the cracked tub. The commode looks like someone had literal explosive diarrhea and then piled some more shit on it to put out the fire. It didn’t bother Nanaue at all. Laying down in the cold broken tub with whatever crap was still in the tub was just fine with them, the broken glass bottle was a little pokey but it didn’t break their thick skin so no worries.
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What was that? The sound of glass being broken… Nanaue peeks under the mattress and sees a thin beam of sunlight happily streaking through the broken window. Nope, don’t want to play with you today King Sun, take your jazz fingers and… what was that… sounded like a squish. Shit I’m not alone. Quick and surprisingly graceful the nos raises from the tub using the mattress to cover the small window and traps whatever thing is on the top of the mattress.
Ok now I’ll just pull out the bottom of the mattress and squish… Ugh it burrowed inside. Well I just will smash it against the wall that should be fine… and then you would probably put a hole in the middle of the day wall. Be smarter dumbass… did I really just call myself a… Ick its moving and it sounds squishy.
Being careful to strike downwards to protect the innocent wall “Walls are always the victims in these situations” the nos tries to strike the thing blindly in the mattress… and misses because whatever it is sensed the attack and got out of the way, impressive for a mattress bitter.
Wanting to see what it is Nanaue tries to grab it tearing the mattress like it was tissue paper but the thing slimes out of the way. When the nos looks at their fingers mucus and blood is all to show for it. The thing burrows somewhere else and lets forth a ear splitting scream…
“And you sing black metal too? This day is just getting better.” However the things backup band gives return screams and swarms to where it’s in distress. The mattress slows down the murder? Flock? Congress? Who knows what to call a group of whatever screamy things… I know “I’ll call it a Band.” Nanaue says and they dodge out of the way at the first critter bursts out of the mattress like it’s John Hurt’s chest in Alien missing the nos and sticking to the wall.
It looks like a slug on steroids and not the good kind but the umbrella corp kind. About the size of a football and all matters of icky. It’s Band swarms out of the holes and starts attacking the nos. Quickly slapping the slugs… slapping the slugs that has to be your guy’s first album right? The little things pretty much explode on contact with Nanaue’s gloved hand. Little bio-firecrackers once or twice the little things get through the nos’s armor but the scaly skin stops them from biting through.
It seems like forever, slap one down pass it around thirty-three swarms of Bands to go… In time there’s nothing left but a goo soaked mattress and a tired nos. The last slap catches the largest one splattering it across the wall when blackness swallows the Nos as their time awake during the daystar’s reign is over. So fast the torpor like sleep overcame Nanaue not a single quip was uttered, it was pure reflex alone that allowed them to fall into the tub and have the blood and ichors soaked mattress cover them back up.
Which seems to have dripped on them for the rest of the day when they woke back up. Slime covered and more amused than irritated the Bos found an empty Powerdew bottle and started scraping the remains large chunks and all into the bottle. “Powerdew’s new flavor Crushed Band is going to be a hit at the gathering tonight. I wonder if I can get someone to drink it?”
Dragging the mattresses into the bathroom was easy, and there was old beer boxes to shove into the little window. Box spring wedged against the door and into the cracked tub. The commode looks like someone had literal explosive diarrhea and then piled some more shit on it to put out the fire. It didn’t bother Nanaue at all. Laying down in the cold broken tub with whatever crap was still in the tub was just fine with them, the broken glass bottle was a little pokey but it didn’t break their thick skin so no worries.
…
What was that? The sound of glass being broken… Nanaue peeks under the mattress and sees a thin beam of sunlight happily streaking through the broken window. Nope, don’t want to play with you today King Sun, take your jazz fingers and… what was that… sounded like a squish. Shit I’m not alone. Quick and surprisingly graceful the nos raises from the tub using the mattress to cover the small window and traps whatever thing is on the top of the mattress.
Ok now I’ll just pull out the bottom of the mattress and squish… Ugh it burrowed inside. Well I just will smash it against the wall that should be fine… and then you would probably put a hole in the middle of the day wall. Be smarter dumbass… did I really just call myself a… Ick its moving and it sounds squishy.
Being careful to strike downwards to protect the innocent wall “Walls are always the victims in these situations” the nos tries to strike the thing blindly in the mattress… and misses because whatever it is sensed the attack and got out of the way, impressive for a mattress bitter.
Wanting to see what it is Nanaue tries to grab it tearing the mattress like it was tissue paper but the thing slimes out of the way. When the nos looks at their fingers mucus and blood is all to show for it. The thing burrows somewhere else and lets forth a ear splitting scream…
“And you sing black metal too? This day is just getting better.” However the things backup band gives return screams and swarms to where it’s in distress. The mattress slows down the murder? Flock? Congress? Who knows what to call a group of whatever screamy things… I know “I’ll call it a Band.” Nanaue says and they dodge out of the way at the first critter bursts out of the mattress like it’s John Hurt’s chest in Alien missing the nos and sticking to the wall.
It looks like a slug on steroids and not the good kind but the umbrella corp kind. About the size of a football and all matters of icky. It’s Band swarms out of the holes and starts attacking the nos. Quickly slapping the slugs… slapping the slugs that has to be your guy’s first album right? The little things pretty much explode on contact with Nanaue’s gloved hand. Little bio-firecrackers once or twice the little things get through the nos’s armor but the scaly skin stops them from biting through.
It seems like forever, slap one down pass it around thirty-three swarms of Bands to go… In time there’s nothing left but a goo soaked mattress and a tired nos. The last slap catches the largest one splattering it across the wall when blackness swallows the Nos as their time awake during the daystar’s reign is over. So fast the torpor like sleep overcame Nanaue not a single quip was uttered, it was pure reflex alone that allowed them to fall into the tub and have the blood and ichors soaked mattress cover them back up.
Which seems to have dripped on them for the rest of the day when they woke back up. Slime covered and more amused than irritated the Bos found an empty Powerdew bottle and started scraping the remains large chunks and all into the bottle. “Powerdew’s new flavor Crushed Band is going to be a hit at the gathering tonight. I wonder if I can get someone to drink it?”