Chapter 10
- Location
- Iowa, USA
What do you upgrade?
[X] Plan: Immediate bonus + Phantom (6 Votes)
Metamorphosis I Informational Threadmark has been updated to reflect this vote.
[X] Plan: Immediate bonus + Phantom (6 Votes)
Metamorphosis I Informational Threadmark has been updated to reflect this vote.
I awaken curled up, walls pressing against me on all sides, barely past the level of being cozy and into the realm of becoming uncomfortable. My legs and tail are all spun around each other, my spines pressed down against my back and all four of my arms bunched up to my chest. Despite the very slight unconformability, it is nice, like being squeezed on all sides. I am completely blind, but it doesn't bother me.
It doesn't take long for the discomfort to build, though, which is also accompanied by hunger. Not a lot, but the faint smell of food beyond the shell is calling to me.
Trying to open my arms is ineffective, the walls of my confinement yield a little, but nowhere near enough to easily break out. So I maneuver one of my blades so that it moves under and past my shoulders and spears into the wall behind me, which pierces through on the first attempt. With a sort of twisting motion, as much as I can in the cramped space, I manage to widen the breach enough that I can feel cold air on my back. Pushing and pulling myself, accompanied by a bit of thrashing, I manage to pull free of the prison.
Stretching out, I wake up properly, the memories of what happened returning to me. I take stock of the space, the numerous prey corpses littering the area. Judging by the flies swarming the place I was in the egg for a few hours, so I quickly resume eating my slaughter, though I get significantly fewer nutrients from them this time, probably from their age. There is another factor though, my size. Before, the furry things were about half my size, whereas now they are a bit less than half of that.
Because of both factors, I only manage to a quarter of my stomach full of these remains, but I don't think I could eat right away anyhow. I just ate myself full, did… something with a new egg, with the energy around me, and then ate again. Thinking of the energy, I can feel it moving though me in a weird way flowing up to my crest where is forms a sort of, mesh of spikes pointed outwards. I can feel dormant lines of almost pressure spread out from the spikes, waiting to be activated. Without a reason to not, I tug on the energy and split.
Suddenly I am looking at myself, but not really. The one in front of me has a blueish static to its existence that I immediately notice because it's me. I watch it circle around the room twice before couching down and seemingly getting ready to pounce on nothing for a few seconds before dissipating. As soon as it disappears, the mesh of energy around my head vanishes, slowly but steadily refilling from the surroundings. Something that immediately struck me about this copy, this Phantom, was its unintelligent actions; I didn't have to direct it, but there was nothing resembling intelligence in its movements, it didn't even pause to look at me, a reflection of itself.
Brushing those thoughts aside, I realize that I can see a lot better in here than I could while I was attacking. Looking at the crack in the wall I squeezed into, I am able to see daylight though it and some part of me wants it, to feel real sun and not the artificial lights that I've been under since hatching. Gliding over, though, it becomes rapidly apparent that I can't exit this way. I barely managed to get in here and I got bigger since then.
Before I can start to look for other paths out, though, I can hear a sound getting closer, to a familiar pattern and cadence. More of the ugly, armorless creatures communicating nearby. Listening, I note that they are coming from inside the building and not outside. Giving a sniff, I notice that there are a lot more layered and potent scents of those creatures nearby, how many though I have no idea.
I try to listen in, but the sounds are too muffled for me to make out tone, and some sounds are too muddled to even track.
"... thorough here, somewhere… tenets heard… called you."
"Probably rats… trainee, it's his first… long have they been... cut in and… get you a quote once…"
"... didn't sound like… side of town… trust them."
I don't manage to hear anything else as something loud starts up nearby, like an angry hum. Still looking in the direction of the sounds, I can see a small strip of metal start poking through the wall, vibrating and making the awful noise change in pitch slightly. As I observe, I can see it is moving, cutting a hole through the wall.
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I didn't know how to describe the space you're in without the alien perspective. Basically, you are currently in a wall that the rats expanded to encompass more area than it would normally.
What should you do?
[X] Try to hide in this space.
[X] Once the hole has been made wide enough, run through that.
[X] Write-In:
(Note: Write-In's must be simple in direction or concept. Your votes are instincts, not complex thoughts.)
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