Oct 29, 2019 3:04 am
Into the oppressive quiet of the tunnels comes a voice. It’s high-pitched — it could be a woman or a man, it’s hard to know — and it echoes uncomfortably loudly off the walls and floor.
"Now now now, my little chickies, my little mice, my adorable little quarry... dropping rocks on us? Now that wasn’t friendly. Wasn’t friendly at all, no no no. But their skulls did make such a sweet little crack as they were crushed. Just like nuts, they were!"
The voice laughs; a snort, a giggle, a cackle.
"But we don’t need them with their swords and their armor and all those silly things. We’re different, you and I."
There’s a wet, slurping sort of sound. Licking? Something... worse?
When the voice returns, it’s a quiet, conspiratorial whisper. "Yes, I know... I can taste it in the air..."
It moans, a sound of ecstasy.
"Oh, my chickies... we’re almost together, you and I..."
"Now now now, my little chickies, my little mice, my adorable little quarry... dropping rocks on us? Now that wasn’t friendly. Wasn’t friendly at all, no no no. But their skulls did make such a sweet little crack as they were crushed. Just like nuts, they were!"
The voice laughs; a snort, a giggle, a cackle.
"But we don’t need them with their swords and their armor and all those silly things. We’re different, you and I."
There’s a wet, slurping sort of sound. Licking? Something... worse?
When the voice returns, it’s a quiet, conspiratorial whisper. "Yes, I know... I can taste it in the air..."
It moans, a sound of ecstasy.
"Oh, my chickies... we’re almost together, you and I..."