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The trek was slow. The dollhouse, being rather boxy and unbending in mobility, was not fit well for walking. The eight dextrous spider legs that tick-tick-ticked away at the ground made due with sheer number and coordination. A house, however, was still a house.
When Malloki awoke some hours later, he peeled himself off the bed after a long yawn. Eyes barely open, he adorned the clothes set out the evening before. With night prominent outside, he could not see the shifting landscape well enough to take notice.
Downstairs he went, his tiny feet making hardly a sound with his weight so minuscule in doll-size despite each heavy step he took. For all intents and purposes, this might be how a normal man might begin his morning. Kitchen for a bowl of Unlucky Charms, and then den for some morning television.
As he stepped into the room, his brow furrowed. A spoon in his mouth and marshmallows on his tongue, they barely had time to dissolve before he was wondering why his television was already on…
And why there were two.
The fuck? The groggy mind of a sleepy Malloki finally started churning out the smoke. That was his window, and shit was moving. Massive trees were moving closer and passing by. A light was steadily growing larger and larger, albeit very slowly. “We’re FUCKING MOVING?”
His flip-flops slapped as he dashed to the window to look outside, nearly spilling his breakfast all over the pane. “I have a RIDE?!”
“That’s also a house…”
“That makes food that doesn’t even ……” He quickly decided not to question the details of Dolloki’s gift.
Instead, he focused on the light ahead. Television could wait. The curious man plopped his ass upon the overstuffed armchair to watch the approaching light. He had to keep a close eye on the possible fun to come!
About an hour in, cereal gone, chainsaw sound effects blaring, there came a knock on the roof of the dollhouse. A thunderous voice rang throughout the manor. “Hello? Anyone in there?”
Having lost interest in the light about ten seconds into his devotion to it, Malloki had turned to one of the many bloody videogames gifted by Dolloki. This one, featuring a chainsaw-wielding protagonist mowing down hoards of mall-goers, turned out to be a huge success.
“Ooh, guests!” Game paused but not forgotten, Malloki practically pranced to the door. It squeaked like a house befitting its stylized age as he stepped out. The sickening crunch of teeth cracking announced Malloki’s near-instant growth. A man in some odd uniform fell backward holding his mouth and squealing about biting his tongue.
“Uhh... “ The second guardsman pulled Malloki’s attention from rubbing his noggin at the sweet ache left by the glass jaw. “Are you… No... Phil! PHIL! Get off your ass and look at this!”
The snuffling man glared up at Malloki through watery eyes. The look of destain immediately turned into wide eyes of admiration. “OH MY LANTA! ITS--! ITS--!”
“Mother-Fucking Malloki the Mad!” The non-damaged-good Guard finished the thought. “Man, you were crazy out there! Like a raving lunatic!” The standing guard, a chubby but not flabby man, had a shit-eating grin across his face.
The other, a scraggly youth barely out of his teens, held his bloody mouth with a renewed sense of pride. “I hope this left a scar -- dude, dude, was that really Jak’s ear?”
“What’s a Jak? -- nevermind.. Where am I?”
The more rounded guard turned a bit to gesture with a meaty arm to the city gate. “This is Grimlet. A little hamlet with a grim name,” he added with a chuckle. “You looking to come in? Pretty sure you’d be the talk of the town. A lot of shit going on, we could use a celebrity to brighten up the day.”
Positive reactions… welcoming tone… friendly smile… admiration… A cold sweat ran down Malloki’s brow. “Uh… s-sure! Yea! I’d love to, uh… talk to people… and… socialize… and other normal things.”
The young man slowly rose to his feet. There was a sway, suggesting he might have jarred more than a few teeth in that tumble. “There’s a pub still open in town center!” The wide eyes of the spirited youngster turn to his commanding officer. “Sir. Is it possible to escort the VIP to the Drunken Dragon?”
There was a moment of hesitation in the larger man. Thick arms consisting of a layer of hearty fat over bulging muscles, chest like two anvils, and a gut suggesting a hearty helping of carbs every night… and yet, there was a fangirl within this man. “Granted. Return immediately afterward. We have a job to do.” The words were laced with a touch of venom.
The greenhorns were usually tasked with escorts within the city, but he had to be on point. Sometimes the money that came with the rank did not pay enough to miss out on the willy-nilly nature of one fresh on the force. “No lollygagging. As for you, Malloki the Mad. No pattycake.”
The surprise of the situation had pushed games from his mind for a moment. The fandom of the two guards still had him reeling. “Yea, no worry. No pattycake.” Not that you two have to worry about it. I can’t even see you.
Neither of the guards had the power within to brighten the permeating darkness of the world around him. They simply did not show up. He could physically see them, but not through the Eye for Power. Thus far, he could only “see” a few blips with the Eye for Power.
As Malloki passed through the gate in the wake of the young Phil, Dollhouse clicking along behind him on those eerily agile legs, he heard the older guard talking into some sort of device. Not long after, one of the blips on his radar began to move in his direction. This was one of the brighter sources of power.
Maybe a little pattycake…
When Malloki awoke some hours later, he peeled himself off the bed after a long yawn. Eyes barely open, he adorned the clothes set out the evening before. With night prominent outside, he could not see the shifting landscape well enough to take notice.
Downstairs he went, his tiny feet making hardly a sound with his weight so minuscule in doll-size despite each heavy step he took. For all intents and purposes, this might be how a normal man might begin his morning. Kitchen for a bowl of Unlucky Charms, and then den for some morning television.
As he stepped into the room, his brow furrowed. A spoon in his mouth and marshmallows on his tongue, they barely had time to dissolve before he was wondering why his television was already on…
And why there were two.
The fuck? The groggy mind of a sleepy Malloki finally started churning out the smoke. That was his window, and shit was moving. Massive trees were moving closer and passing by. A light was steadily growing larger and larger, albeit very slowly. “We’re FUCKING MOVING?”
His flip-flops slapped as he dashed to the window to look outside, nearly spilling his breakfast all over the pane. “I have a RIDE?!”
“That’s also a house…”
“That makes food that doesn’t even ……” He quickly decided not to question the details of Dolloki’s gift.
Instead, he focused on the light ahead. Television could wait. The curious man plopped his ass upon the overstuffed armchair to watch the approaching light. He had to keep a close eye on the possible fun to come!
About an hour in, cereal gone, chainsaw sound effects blaring, there came a knock on the roof of the dollhouse. A thunderous voice rang throughout the manor. “Hello? Anyone in there?”
Having lost interest in the light about ten seconds into his devotion to it, Malloki had turned to one of the many bloody videogames gifted by Dolloki. This one, featuring a chainsaw-wielding protagonist mowing down hoards of mall-goers, turned out to be a huge success.
“Ooh, guests!” Game paused but not forgotten, Malloki practically pranced to the door. It squeaked like a house befitting its stylized age as he stepped out. The sickening crunch of teeth cracking announced Malloki’s near-instant growth. A man in some odd uniform fell backward holding his mouth and squealing about biting his tongue.
“Uhh... “ The second guardsman pulled Malloki’s attention from rubbing his noggin at the sweet ache left by the glass jaw. “Are you… No... Phil! PHIL! Get off your ass and look at this!”
The snuffling man glared up at Malloki through watery eyes. The look of destain immediately turned into wide eyes of admiration. “OH MY LANTA! ITS--! ITS--!”
“Mother-Fucking Malloki the Mad!” The non-damaged-good Guard finished the thought. “Man, you were crazy out there! Like a raving lunatic!” The standing guard, a chubby but not flabby man, had a shit-eating grin across his face.
The other, a scraggly youth barely out of his teens, held his bloody mouth with a renewed sense of pride. “I hope this left a scar -- dude, dude, was that really Jak’s ear?”
“What’s a Jak? -- nevermind.. Where am I?”
The more rounded guard turned a bit to gesture with a meaty arm to the city gate. “This is Grimlet. A little hamlet with a grim name,” he added with a chuckle. “You looking to come in? Pretty sure you’d be the talk of the town. A lot of shit going on, we could use a celebrity to brighten up the day.”
Positive reactions… welcoming tone… friendly smile… admiration… A cold sweat ran down Malloki’s brow. “Uh… s-sure! Yea! I’d love to, uh… talk to people… and… socialize… and other normal things.”
The young man slowly rose to his feet. There was a sway, suggesting he might have jarred more than a few teeth in that tumble. “There’s a pub still open in town center!” The wide eyes of the spirited youngster turn to his commanding officer. “Sir. Is it possible to escort the VIP to the Drunken Dragon?”
There was a moment of hesitation in the larger man. Thick arms consisting of a layer of hearty fat over bulging muscles, chest like two anvils, and a gut suggesting a hearty helping of carbs every night… and yet, there was a fangirl within this man. “Granted. Return immediately afterward. We have a job to do.” The words were laced with a touch of venom.
The greenhorns were usually tasked with escorts within the city, but he had to be on point. Sometimes the money that came with the rank did not pay enough to miss out on the willy-nilly nature of one fresh on the force. “No lollygagging. As for you, Malloki the Mad. No pattycake.”
The surprise of the situation had pushed games from his mind for a moment. The fandom of the two guards still had him reeling. “Yea, no worry. No pattycake.” Not that you two have to worry about it. I can’t even see you.
Neither of the guards had the power within to brighten the permeating darkness of the world around him. They simply did not show up. He could physically see them, but not through the Eye for Power. Thus far, he could only “see” a few blips with the Eye for Power.
As Malloki passed through the gate in the wake of the young Phil, Dollhouse clicking along behind him on those eerily agile legs, he heard the older guard talking into some sort of device. Not long after, one of the blips on his radar began to move in his direction. This was one of the brighter sources of power.
Maybe a little pattycake…