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Post by Ginger on Feb 27, 2017 21:49:11 GMT -6
Dissidia hated this. Wanted to leave this stupid town, but guess WHAT! He couldn't. Why? Well.... There was this huge invisible wall! That's why! He didn't think anything about it before... Here he was. TRAPPED LIKE A DAMN RAT!
He needed fear to feed himself.. he couldn't live life like this, his only source of food.. Was literally Saffrone, the one.. who.. who.. He stared done at his hands heart pounding. He missed the kid... Got into a murdering streak... again... Just to bring some sort of fear of friendship to feed off of..
He stared at the sky, sighing.. Back to the dumpsters. Last kid's bloods on his hand. The rain began to pour... But he had no idea. Somebody.. Found out.. Who was murdering those kids, gaining their trust slaughtering them. All middle school students. A red head, who suddenly appeared in the town.. No finger prints, no name, nothing.
//I'll make it fancy later//
Continued here:
its-a-conspiracy.boards.net/thread/1440/wonderfully-trapped-cont-sm
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 27, 2017 21:50:16 GMT -6
Aaron frowned, looking over the crime scene. Another death, unexplainable. There were no prints to place, no evidence really. Just the brutality, which the rain tried to wash away. He was the only one on scene today, called in to investigate before any of the others. It meant more work for him, but at least the coroner would stay out of the way until he was finished. Not that there was much to do. He could see the man in question pacing a little away, growing impatient as the trickling water from above worsened. He needed to work fast.
Bagging what he could, he gestured the man forward, when he saw it. A splash of red some distance away, a small hint of something still fresh. Maybe, just maybe... he walked closer, and as he did he caught another sight of it. They were small, so easy to miss, but he had a sharp eye for these things. Leaving the other man to do his job, he followed the tiny, feeble trail, making note of every detail, checking for anymore evidence.
He stopped in the small back alley behind some sort of fast food place that was closed down for the night. For more than just tonight by the look of it. Frowning, he looked around the tiny place before slowly drawing his gun, and stepping into the ally. There was a chance there was no-one here, but he needed to be careful, take his time. He stepped further in, only to stop, covering his mouth and nose with a small sneeze. The rain was making it hard to see, and he muttered an oath as he wiped his glasses off, drawing closer to the dumpsters, starting to pass before coming to a stop, not far from the hiding figure.
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Post by Ginger on Feb 27, 2017 21:51:28 GMT -6
The kid had hidde inside the garbage can right outside the fast food resturant, they were always closed at this time, and the lid provided just the right amount of cover from the rain. The bottom of the trashcan had tiny holes preventing it from flooding on the inside, so the kid laid down to sleep.
However he didn't even get to close his eyes and fully relax, as echoing of footsteps against water came closer. He peered up seeing a figure in a coat, noticing the gun in his hand, his heart pounding. It... It was the police investigator, Shit he must have been called in or tracked or... or.. Whatever they do... He looked around trying to figure out just how to escape. Will he look in the trashcan? Did the trail whatever he was following went cold? Maybe the guy went over here thinking burger place was closed....
The kid decided if the guy kept walking by he wouldn't do anything... Just sit there and hope he will leave for good.
Should he actually do something... He would have to use his powers, something anything to escape.... Even though his powers were sloppy, he was low on mana, he.. he can do this. That last kill was enough to provide enough power to at least escape... Take small calm breaths, the male suddenly leaned forward he turned the water into mud pushing it into his face, quickly busting a hole into the trashcan by turning it thin and breakable. Then quickly began to ran, gunshots being fired, his heart pounding scared.
A small little fae was placing plastic mushrooms in a wide area, rather proud of his plastic mushroom collection. It had a few garden gnomes with mushrooms mixed in, but who cared? Nobody should touch his fairy ring, it was the greatest. Taking a deep breath he spread out his hands, a large portal began spreading out opening into the dreamscape. The little fairy had no idea about the incoming males running in his direction, probably won't even see the ring or portal, too rainy and hard to notice... Reason why he did it today.
The fairy themselves look like a tiny ball of blue light, blending in easily area around due to their light body and tiny frame size. He was rather the typical sort made by a 2 year old dreams, probably watched a lot of fairy films.
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 27, 2017 22:19:18 GMT -6
Aaron took a slow look around. The only thing of interest was the trashcan, so he decided it was as good a place as any. Taking a look around the back, he didn't really notice anything. Just the usual sludge and refuge that could be found, the smell doubling with the rain. Yet, as he drew back, he froze, eyes locking on a crimson smudge along the rim of the bin, shaped like a smudged palm....
Narrowing his eyes, the investigator drew back, leveling his weapon. Nudging over a small box carefully, quietly, he hooked a hand under the lid and braced himself, throwing it open in the next second and pointing his weapon in. His eyes widened as he saw the figure leaping out of the trashcan through a hole that hadn't been there before. "Hey!" He stumbled, tripping over the box, accidentally letting off a shot. Shit. Now the kid was really running, and Aaron quickly flipped the safety on before giving chase.
His boots slapped against the slick streets as stone changed to grass. The stranger was fast, but everytime the figure dipped around a corner, Aaron would follow just in time to catch a glimpse of that crimson hair vanishing again. He hoped it was naturally that color, not wanting to think of more gruesome things right now. He was thankful for all that training he had to take, leaving him decently fit. "Hey! Freeze!"
He continued giving chase, trees around, not noticing the change of scenery. He saw something up ahead, glittering light, but all he could think about was the murderer getting away. He didn't see the portal until it was too late, plunging in with a yelp that only lasted a split second before his breath was ripped from his chest. He was falling.. falling...
He hit the ground in a stumble, before falling to his knees. Eyes wide, breathless, confused by the change of area. Was this some kind of underground tunnel? He looked down the stark white hall, covered in doors, all labeled and sized and shaped in different ways. He proceeded slowly, puzzled, as he read them. Names printed on each door. Even one with Ethan's name, which made him pause. Why was his Boss' name on a door underground? He reached forward, towards the handle...
The sound of footsteps made him glance, and he narrowed his eyes in focus as he saw a passing flicker of red. Ignoring the door, he gave chase again, his footsteps leaving small puddles in a trail down the hall. Eventually they reached a dead end, and the boy stopped and turned, back to a pair of double doors. Aaron kept a hand on his weapon, but he didn't draw it this time, the other hand raised in a manner meant to pacify. However his eyes held no softness, cold and calm despite the strangeness that had surrounded them.
"Alright. There's nowhere left to run. You're under arrest under the suspicion of first degree murder. You have the right to an attorney. Everything you say and do can be used against you in the court of law." A pause, and he let out a short, frustrated breath. "So stop fuckin' running already."
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Post by Ginger on Feb 27, 2017 23:26:10 GMT -6
The figure chasing him kept calling out, attempting to get his attention, the teenager ignored him focusing on simply getting away. Running right through the portal, he found himself within the Dreamscape once more, not here again. Maybe it was a sign to return to his old way? He barely had time to even consider the thought sequence, as the one chasing him soon appeared.
Still stuck in the mindset of getting away, the bloody hand boy began to run deeper through the hallways, Shit Shit Shit, he was catching up! Door past door, all unique, all entryway into different mindscapes of all those dreaming. No time! He was catching up! Sure enough his luck, reached the end of the hall with two very large door, the kid turned around facing the man with a gun.
The Officer approach closer, their footsteps left water all in he dreamscape hall probably traceable for that fairy. The man stepped calmly, his lungs barely even huffing well trained he was, absolute no softness to them. His gun was raised, What no questions?! He spoke loudly all the typical hero words of a Law bidding Officer. The kid almost felt he was caught red handed on a tv show, the guy finally breaking the mood with a cussword and asking him to stop running.
Red head gave a smirk, his heart calming down his focus well focusing. He was.. In the Dreamscape, he can use his powers without limitations now, this cop could easily just die here and nothing will be lost. He busted out laughing pointing at the cop, "Under Arrest? Right to Attorney?" He began walking toward the cop a smirk on his face. "You sir, are not in Kansas anymore! That gun can't hurt me! Shot me! I dare you!" He held a victory smirk, a blade slowly forming in his hand, his mind plotting on just how he wanted that guy's velvet blood to stain the hallways of dreams.
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 27, 2017 23:34:04 GMT -6
Aaron blinked slowly, then shook his head. Where did the guy hide that weapon all this time? Up his sleeve? Had he just not seen it while running? He decided not to question it too much, calmly leveling the gun towards the figure in red. He needed to do his job, not worry about where the weapon came from. The guy was armed, dangerous, which meant Aaron needed to be careful as well. He'd never actually shot anyone with a gun before, not in a situation like this, and his hands shook slightly before he steeled them, trying to hide the hint of rising nerves.
This was a cold blooded killer. He was trained. He could do what was necessary, but he was no murderer himself. "It doesn't have to come to that," he explained with a level tone of voice. "You're coming back to the station with me." Calm, assured, or at least that's the game he tried to play. But pieces were missing, stolen from his side of the board, and already he was feeling the rising bile of the wrongness of his surroundings.
Don't question. Don't believe. Just focus on what needed to be done. He told himself this as he took a step forward, keeping one hand steady while the other reached for a set of cuffs on his belt. The one part of the test he'd always failed was the talking down part of things. How was he supposed to empathize here? To talk the guy down from what was clearly looking to be a fight. He just had to get this guy cuffed, then figure out how the hell to get out of this place. His eyes narrowed in focus...
He leaped forward on the fourth step. Firing off two shots towards the redheads feet, he tried to scare him, upset his balance so that he could rush forward. All he needed to do was tackle the boy, get the cuffs on one of his wrists, then work on the other. All while avoiding that blade. Easy enough... right?
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Post by Ginger on Feb 28, 2017 0:03:54 GMT -6
The redhead's mocking smile walked closer, the distance clearly being shorten with each word spoken from the police Officer. It was clear the words were not reaching the redhead's sanity at all, that his pace wasn't going to change. Dissidia slowly leveled his breathing eyes focusing, his posture leaning slightly more forward.
Two shots Fired. BAng! Bang! The redhead stepped back confusion written all over his face, that sense of fear from living so long in Reality kicked back in. Quickly regaining refocus as the male tempted to tackle and cuff him. He growled the cuffs turning to water ultimately becoming useless, quickly rolling out of the way. "Hell to that! You'll die where you stand, Officer " The kid growled back, well aware of the blood on his hands making it rather... Difficult to keep a tight full fledged grip on his knife.
Quickly the stance changed aimed an attack at the man's arm, unaware of an onlooker watching the scene play out. This onlooker slowly approached, a small quarter sized shiny metal thing creeping along, like a tiny green gold scarab. Its beady little eyes peered closer, a human? A demon? Here? Both escaped from a Mindscape? Both.. Why come here of all places? The scarab was interested, it hadn't seen any come near the doors in such a long time, how long was it... It couldn't recall, some come and go. Will these come and go? Or tempt to break through the door? It certainly hoped the former, quickie death and leave.
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 28, 2017 0:19:43 GMT -6
Aaron was momentarily shocked as the cuffs turned to water. Enough so for the redhead to squirm away from his grip, leaving the officer to stumble quickly to his feet, hand trembling on his weapon. He barely had time to react before the kid was swinging with the blade. No time to fire, even in defense. The knife bit into his hand, slicing through leather and flesh, scraping against something hard. The gun escaped his grasp as Aaron staggered back, a shout of pain and surprise leaving his lips.
He pulled the injured hand to his chest. He needed to move, quick. This kid was absolutely deranged, there wasn't any helping it. But Aaron was disarmed, the weapon to one side, the doors to the other, the kid in-between. Dangerous. He made a step towards the gun, his eyes flickering, but at the last second he charged the other direction, for the doors, aiming to trick and disorient the criminal. His hand yanked at the knob, and his body slammed into the wood.
Locked.
Well, go figure. So much for the idea of using the door as a makeshift weapon to catch the kid off guard. He turned, watching the kid warily. Right, he had other things. Other weapons. He shifted his good hand, behind his back, adjusting his stance. He needed to get this over with. It was just some crazy kid. He wasn't going to deal with the trick with handcuffs just yet. First, he needed to calm down red and fire-hearted over here.
Making for the gun again, he'd hope for the kid to try to cut him off before thrusting out his hand, aiming the small taser towards the underside of the kids upper arm. If he didn't get cut off, though, he'd simply pick up the gun again, and take aim, this time with actual intent to take out the kids legs if the redhead kept trying to kill him.
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Post by Ginger on Feb 28, 2017 1:13:36 GMT -6
The blade made contact slicing through the skin and material, coming up after scraping a hard surface blood on the surface. Redhead coming up in a turn distancing himself, anything to give him more room and analyze the situation. The gun seemed to be knocked out, the cop was stumbling around, he had the upper hand. A surge of achievement went through him, he had made contact with a cop, he could actually kill more than just Kids! Shocker!
This thrill of success made the kid want more, a show that he was just as big and bad as some common cop of Gravity Falls, that he was better. The gun, he saw is the cop's intention to go for it, he'll gladly have let him. Here. Here that toy didn't matter, easily the bullets could be turned to water or rubber or whatever. The cop, had brains, choosing to head for the door instead. RUNNING AWAY!
The kid charged taking advantage of the cop turning his back, "Back is Open!" He shouted on adrenaline high to prove something, the male dodging his move, quickly moving toward the gun. The kid shaking his head, Nope! He won't let you go! However midturn, mid redhead's attack, the guy turned shoving a taser underside of the kid.
The electricity swam into the kid's head so fast, he didn't have anytime to process anything, falling to the ground his whole body sent electrical shock. The joints no longer usable, his breathing rather heavy nearly asthma levels, whole body growing cold from the temporary shock. The scarab lurking had used this time to creep down further speaking in an echoing voice, "Congrats human, powerful fighter indeed taking out a demon like that."
The scarab began to transform into a dark tanned man, with rather unnatural shining gold eyes, her clothing actual blue and green scale like design. Her voice rather gritty almost like taking sand and rubbing it into a song. The scarab pointed at the body eyes watching the Officer. "Do you plan to finish off your prey? Wish me to do so?" The kid groaned attempted to look at her, his body still unstable to pick himself up. "He will rise again soon, slaughter him quick."
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 28, 2017 1:22:45 GMT -6
Aaron sighed in relief as the redhead slumped against him, quickly kicking the knife away. The thing was still stained with his blood, something he really didn't want to think about right now. He dropped the boy rather unceremoniously, only to stiffen and pick up the knife quickly when a voice echoed nearby. A demon? What? He looked around, then dropped his gaze, frowning at the small scarab in front of him. Beetles didn't talk...
Nor did they transform into a gold eyed figure of tan flesh and scaled cloth. Aaron blinked, with a sort of dumbfounded look, before shaking his head. Nope. He must have just.. the light. Right. A reflection of the light, and he was probably a bit disoriented from his injury. That was all. Though the words were clear enough, and his grip tightened a little on the knife. Slipping it in his pocket, he reached down, taking his time cuffing one of the boys wrists.
"He's a criminal, and will be imprisoned and tried for murder. I'm not some insane vigilante. He's just some kid who needs serious help. Demon is a bit harsh a title." He paused in the middle of cuffing the other wrist, frowning at the woman for a minute. "What I would like to know is where I am. I'm guessing somewhere under the city park? Is there an exit?" There were many more questions on the tip of his tongue, but right now dealing with the strangely durable redhead was top of his priority list.
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Post by Ginger on Feb 28, 2017 1:46:31 GMT -6
Dissida practically released a breath of relief as the handcuff came down, the cop telling the scarab that no he wasn't going to kill the kid. His heart pounding as the cop began to ask questions, NO NO! Don't! She might trick you! Eat them both up! He practically wanted to scream, but all that came out was a low barely audible painful sound in the lungs. complete wind kicked out, surprised he could even focus thoughts.
The woman's eyes looked down at the captured boy, the metal handcuff, and back up to the man who was speaking to her. She slightly changed her position to less striking and more elegant. "You wish not to eat or keep him as trophy? But merely kept alive?" She asked more herself than him. her head tilting slightly curious nature of this human. His limbs.. They were not burning away, his body was not crippling from the amount of time within the Dreamscape Hallway. Clearly the demon was not helping him, why run? From a mere human?
She blinked slowly, turning slowly to look at the door. Her and others have guarded this door.. Some managed to reach the inner inbetween realm, some finding tiny cracks of the realms, and then some... Just knock on the door. Why was this male so fine with this world? Was he.. one of them? A test, should his body pass it, she will open the door. He was not of iron, nor read any sort of dangerous heritage. She doubt as a human he will cause much problems. Calmly she answered his question. "An exit you seek? Kiss of an Alice Star; to open the door thus far. " She cleared her throat looking down at him, "You have twenty seconds, before I send you both the paths you came. Or should you resist, consume you both. It has been a rather long time, since human flesh made it thus far. "
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Mar 10, 2017 13:49:08 GMT -6
Aaron moved his eyes down at the painful groan emitting from the boy at his feet. He couldn't help a small snort, muttering under his breath just loud enough for the guy to hear, or so he hoped. "Maybe next time, don't go off on a murder and try to stab the cop, huh?" He gave a glance to the injury in his own hand before sighing slowly. By the sound of things, he wasn't going to be getting out of this place too easily, so he took a moment to tear a bit of fabric from his shirt and wrap it around his hand tight. Ruining a perfectly good shirt.. the things this job made him do sometimes.
A trophy? He snorted again, studying the stranger. "Don't make me have to arrest you too with talk like that." The tone was half-hearted though. It wasn't like he could arrest someone for questioning why he wasn't going to eat or enslave a criminal. "His fate is to be determined by the justice system. Not me." Besides, tasering was a great little bit of revenge for being knifed. Everything else was impersonal.
He watched the stranger staring at him, staring back in return. His brows knit together at the riddle, though, and he had to suppress a groan. "This isn't the time for games." Still, loathe as he was to admit, he actually liked a good riddle now and then. Even now, his mind was already turning over, trying to piece together- did she just fucking threaten to eat him? He dropped his hand to his weapon, frowning further. Was she drugged up or something? He did recall there was one that incited cannibalism in folk... She..he? They were weirdly composed for someone high as a kite, though.
Play along. It would be easier if he did, but he kept his hand close to his weapon all the same. Moving away, he even picked up and pocketed the knife, thinking about the riddle. Alice star... The only Alice he could think of was Alice in Wonderland. The star of the story in a way. Was that supposed to be him? Or the guy on the floor? Well, it wasn't like the injured kid could kiss anything in his state. Was it a literal kiss? And what was he supposed to kiss? There were three options. None of them seemed sanitary in the least, especially the kid covered in blood.
"Try it, and you'll find yourself in a cell faster than you can say Wonderland," he ground out. Still, he decided to play along for now. Get the door open, and then maybe he could take down the drug addict and get an arrest off of them too. Either the lady needed mental help or rehab. Either way, a threat was made against an officer, which meant his job was to make sure this person didn't throw any more threats at people down here. He kept an eye over his shoulder as he decided to go for the most sanitary option, approaching the door. He didn't trust the lady not to jump him while he wasn't watching. Thank god his superior wasn't here to see this nonsense.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips swiftly to the door, not wanting to leave his back exposed for too long.
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Post by Ginger on Mar 12, 2017 19:33:02 GMT -6
Disside heard the riddle, riddles why did this place always have stinking riddles? He watched completely shocked as the police officer walked up to the door and kissed it. Seriously?! Grooossss! Just kissing random things? Sure enough something happened, the door began to glow, gears turning all around, before slowly widening from the inside exposing some sort of pink bubble goo. Great.... A bigger more chaotic place in the dreamscape. He was NOT going to be dragged into there by the police officer investigating who knows what, curious stupid humans.
With a groan he tempted to stand up, by the time he even got his arm to twitch and rise slightly, a gooey puddy hand reached from the bubbly door entrance grasping him and Aaron highly tightly before pulling them both in, the bug standing dumbfounded. "THATS NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN!" She shouted reaching after them, only to be too slow as the doors slammed shut.
The hands tossed both of the humanoid bodies into the ground not caring how hard their landing, the door itself had began vanishing, completely disappearing before Aaron could do anything. Dissidia still stuck in a stunned state gave a groan, where the hell was he now? Last thing he needed was to get trapped in this hell hole again. He tempted to move, only manage to slap his back with his arm. "Hey Dumb-O we need to get Hell Back! Fuck! Help me up, can't move my legs!"
Dammit... How where they suppose to get out of this place. He had just escape like.. 5 YEARS AGO! This hellhole was not more mudbloods like him, not at all.. He was practically enslaved and tortured, and damn couldn't even use his powers to defend himself well. "Why the Sane name did you KISS THE DOOR! Because a Bug told you to? Why.. why.. not just... go BACK?!"
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Mar 12, 2017 20:09:40 GMT -6
The door was gone, making Aaron forget his plan for a moment, dumbfounded. Did the door just.. vanish? And what was- OH GOD WHY! The investigator barely managed a yelp before they were thrown into this strange world, hearing the woman-man-thing shouting something he couldn't quite make out. The world was briefly a void of rushing wind and swirling colors, only for it to cut short as he was dropped. Aaron landed hard on his side, the wind knocked out of him for what might have been the second time today.
Groaning lightly, he blinked at the bleary sight around him. His glasses, where... He grunted as he tried to stand, almost tripping over something.. Something familiar and noisy. A firm frown settled on his face as he eyed the numb kid for a moment before turning away, starting the search for his now missing glasses. "Shut it. She was clearly under influence. I was going to take her in to be drug tested. Not that you have any right to question anything I do right now. I'm not the one who murdered someone, ran from the police while still covered in someones blood, and then tried to murder said officer. So stop your olagonin’ or I'll give you another shock."
After a few overturned stones, he found what he was looking for. Placing the glasses on his face, he only had them there a second before they fell off again with a sharp, sudden sneeze. "Oh for- this is a load of focking ballsch," he growled, picking up his glasses again and pulling out a tissue. He gave the flowers nearby a look of distaste before turning around, grabbing the boy roughly under the arms and hoisting him up a little. With a bit of shifting, he managed to get the kid on his back, though his look of quickly shortening patience was clear. "Well, since you seem to know this place so well, which way back?"
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Post by Ginger on Mar 12, 2017 21:23:48 GMT -6
The officer was walking around, WA-WA-WAS HE GOING TO LEAVE HIM THERE?! Dissida struggled more to get up, why why why was his body no cooperating? Constantly hitting and hurting himself, or just plain not moving coordinately. He smirked as the male broke into complaint, that tone. Was he losing it? "You know what they say, humans in Wonderland, have a tendency to be Insane" A comment he couldn't resist, a comment he seriously hoped the guy wouldn't zap him again, he.. they... needed him to have him defend them both...
The police officer gave a sneeze, a little bit to the left, still close... At least not running for the hills leaving him to die along? A growl escaping, man how Dissidia wished he could see the man's face, just.. Amusing. He suddenly felt arms slipping into his "Wooah..Wooah What the!" He was on the guy's back, that pathetic right now someone had to carry him. He gave a slight growl, that slowly died out.. This was probably the best plan... "You can't just 'get back' We are both in fucking wonderland, you can only go out the way you went in. Your know through a Door" He groaned, it had taken him 40 years to find one of the exits, how long will it take this time? The human wasn't going to make it, he just knows it..
A large highpitch excited bark sounded in the distance, soon followed by a large black shadow in the sky that made a cawing noise. The creature in the sky began to lower, Dissidia pointed at the bird "FUCK THEY FOUND US! We're in Summer Court Territory! Do something!" The large shadow grew, till it came to view a flaming hawk of sorts made of stone, going forward with its claws extended, barely missing. A echoing sound of disappointment, as it turned around.
Suddenly a 2 times sized Chihuahua came bonding down from the the nearby trees, crashing into them stupidly barking nonstop. The chihuahua noticeable had a lot longer tail, sharper eyes, and almost cat-like irises, the teeth also extremely sharp. The muscles weren't at all midget dog but almost panther-like. "Woofraawr!!!" It sounded, coming closer, but still bit of a distance. An Ant was sitting on its forehead pointing, the ant four times the normal size, but highly poisonous and deadly. The chihuahua and ant both had a dark rock lava theme to them, disappearing in and out of shadows trying to get closer faster.
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