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Scratching. Terrible and constant scratching. Digging ever deeper. Clawing at roots. Chewing through stone. Scratching, clawing, digging. Blood and dirt and chipped fingernails. Fingertips scraped to the bones. Rooting deeper and deeper. He had grown blind. He had grown deaf. How long had he been clawing and scratching and digging into the bedrock of Inverxe? Too long. Not long enough. Not long enough at all. Not so long that his body had fallen apart and become useless for the task of digging. No, his body hadn’t fallen apart just yet. Until then he had to keep clawing and digging down.
He paused. Slowly opening and closing his hands. Blood and dirt and chipped stone clung to them. What remained of his shattered fingernails hung from shredded nail beds. Why had he stopped? There was more digging and more clawing and more scratching to be done. He raked his fleshy digits across the rock face. He trembled. His stomach was empty. His stomach had been empty for many days. No, his body hadn’t fallen apart yet, but it was dying. Eat. He had to eat. Consume. He needed to consume. Swallow up something living. Swallow it in big bloody chunks. He worked his jaw. He crawled out of his pit. He wheezed, his lungs wet and reedy.
A nest. Delicious blue eggs full of unborn soup. Hunger. He plodded along. His bare feet slapped at the jagged cavern floor. A young mother skittered and stopped before him. Remorhaz, someone had told him. Who told him? No one told him. Who else exists besides him, the young mother, and Inverxe? No one. No one exists. No one ever existed. These two creatures were all the universe had ever amounted to. Disgusting mindless things. He snarled, his throat raw and full of phlegm. She chittered. Her spiny back trembled and grew red-hot. He’d be turn to ash. It didn’t matter he was hungry and he had to keep digging. He had to slurp down her liquid children and keep clawing into the rock and stone.
Her body, centipedal in nature, coiled tightly around the clutch of eggs. Pincers, red-hot and steaming angle towards his heart. He shuddered. No, his body hadn’t fallen apart just yet, but he was weak and he was hungry. She hissed a terrible screeching hiss. Then, as the young mother made to skewer him something happened. There was first a pop and then a crackling and finally a wet rumbling as her body was torn apart. Within moments the young mother’s body was splattered against the cavern walls by an irresistible force.
Strazio blinked. He collapsed. Fell to his knees. His fingertips throbbed and his stomach rumbled. But he was no longer he. Whatever terrible fever had overtaken him regressed and he became fully aware of his sorry state. God, the thirst. He swallowed hard.
”Ahh, my precious little noodle. Such wasted potential to see you scrabbling about.”
A voice whispered between his ears. It slithered up his spine and perched within his addled brain.
“Who the fuck are you?!” He rasped.
From the darkness emerged a figure. Humanoid in notion, but so far removed from humanity. It’s face was punctuated with two gleaming blue eyes and instead of a mouth there was a writhing mass of tentacles. It stood stock straight and wore silken robes. And when it spoke? It spoke not to your ears, but rather to your mind. It spoke no language and instead transmitted thoughts so perfectly distilled that you couldn’t help but hear them in your own mental voice.
”You may call me Varigyot, little noodle.”
“Get out of my fucking head.”
”But you leave it so open for intrusion. Was I not to assume it as an invitation?”
Strazio made to stand, but his legs failed and he fell belly-first to the ground. Even breathing had become difficult as malnourished as he was. He grunted and asked, “What do you want?” Varigyot ignored him and instead palmed one of the remorhaz eggs. Using a sharpened nail he carved off the egg’s top and held it in front of Strazio’s face.
”Eat, you’ll need your strength, little noodle.”
Strazio murmured a threat, but greedily reached for the egg. It was filled with a goopy off-yellow brine mixed with blue chunks of maturing flesh. He wretched for a moment before guzzling more of the mixture. And though it tasted like burnt rubber it was the most delicious meal had ever had in his entire life.
”Yes, what is it that we want, a good question, little noodle. The Elder Brains might need your… help in a small matter. The Rock Raiders have some… sensitive information we desire. Specifically the leader of a nearby excavation. I’ll leave you with a brain extractor, return their leader’s brain to me and we’ll happily fortify your mind against further… intrusion.”
Strazio tossed the hollow egg aside and wiped his lips. He looked towards Varigyot and asked, “What information?”
”Nothing you need to worry your precious little head about”
“Look, thanks for saving me and all, but I’m not just gonna go steal someone’s fucking brain,” He said, “So, please, fuck off.”
Whatever pressure had been holding his mind together vanished. His belly full and body rejuvenated he needed to return to his purpose. Clawing and scratching and digging down, down, deeper into Inverxe. Just need to keep scratching and peeling away the rock. Strazio inhaled sharply. His mind returned to him. Varigyot smiled in a way that only a squid could.
”You’re free to say no, but well… Inerxe is not kind to unshielded minds.”
He paused. Slowly opening and closing his hands. Blood and dirt and chipped stone clung to them. What remained of his shattered fingernails hung from shredded nail beds. Why had he stopped? There was more digging and more clawing and more scratching to be done. He raked his fleshy digits across the rock face. He trembled. His stomach was empty. His stomach had been empty for many days. No, his body hadn’t fallen apart yet, but it was dying. Eat. He had to eat. Consume. He needed to consume. Swallow up something living. Swallow it in big bloody chunks. He worked his jaw. He crawled out of his pit. He wheezed, his lungs wet and reedy.
A nest. Delicious blue eggs full of unborn soup. Hunger. He plodded along. His bare feet slapped at the jagged cavern floor. A young mother skittered and stopped before him. Remorhaz, someone had told him. Who told him? No one told him. Who else exists besides him, the young mother, and Inverxe? No one. No one exists. No one ever existed. These two creatures were all the universe had ever amounted to. Disgusting mindless things. He snarled, his throat raw and full of phlegm. She chittered. Her spiny back trembled and grew red-hot. He’d be turn to ash. It didn’t matter he was hungry and he had to keep digging. He had to slurp down her liquid children and keep clawing into the rock and stone.
Her body, centipedal in nature, coiled tightly around the clutch of eggs. Pincers, red-hot and steaming angle towards his heart. He shuddered. No, his body hadn’t fallen apart just yet, but he was weak and he was hungry. She hissed a terrible screeching hiss. Then, as the young mother made to skewer him something happened. There was first a pop and then a crackling and finally a wet rumbling as her body was torn apart. Within moments the young mother’s body was splattered against the cavern walls by an irresistible force.
Strazio blinked. He collapsed. Fell to his knees. His fingertips throbbed and his stomach rumbled. But he was no longer he. Whatever terrible fever had overtaken him regressed and he became fully aware of his sorry state. God, the thirst. He swallowed hard.
”Ahh, my precious little noodle. Such wasted potential to see you scrabbling about.”
A voice whispered between his ears. It slithered up his spine and perched within his addled brain.
“Who the fuck are you?!” He rasped.
From the darkness emerged a figure. Humanoid in notion, but so far removed from humanity. It’s face was punctuated with two gleaming blue eyes and instead of a mouth there was a writhing mass of tentacles. It stood stock straight and wore silken robes. And when it spoke? It spoke not to your ears, but rather to your mind. It spoke no language and instead transmitted thoughts so perfectly distilled that you couldn’t help but hear them in your own mental voice.
”You may call me Varigyot, little noodle.”
“Get out of my fucking head.”
”But you leave it so open for intrusion. Was I not to assume it as an invitation?”
Strazio made to stand, but his legs failed and he fell belly-first to the ground. Even breathing had become difficult as malnourished as he was. He grunted and asked, “What do you want?” Varigyot ignored him and instead palmed one of the remorhaz eggs. Using a sharpened nail he carved off the egg’s top and held it in front of Strazio’s face.
”Eat, you’ll need your strength, little noodle.”
Strazio murmured a threat, but greedily reached for the egg. It was filled with a goopy off-yellow brine mixed with blue chunks of maturing flesh. He wretched for a moment before guzzling more of the mixture. And though it tasted like burnt rubber it was the most delicious meal had ever had in his entire life.
”Yes, what is it that we want, a good question, little noodle. The Elder Brains might need your… help in a small matter. The Rock Raiders have some… sensitive information we desire. Specifically the leader of a nearby excavation. I’ll leave you with a brain extractor, return their leader’s brain to me and we’ll happily fortify your mind against further… intrusion.”
Strazio tossed the hollow egg aside and wiped his lips. He looked towards Varigyot and asked, “What information?”
”Nothing you need to worry your precious little head about”
“Look, thanks for saving me and all, but I’m not just gonna go steal someone’s fucking brain,” He said, “So, please, fuck off.”
Whatever pressure had been holding his mind together vanished. His belly full and body rejuvenated he needed to return to his purpose. Clawing and scratching and digging down, down, deeper into Inverxe. Just need to keep scratching and peeling away the rock. Strazio inhaled sharply. His mind returned to him. Varigyot smiled in a way that only a squid could.
”You’re free to say no, but well… Inerxe is not kind to unshielded minds.”