Post by LORD SHROOM on Mar 8, 2023 20:37:24 GMT -5
It was pitch black. Shroom shuffled his feet in the dark as he moved along the corridor. He knew where he was, he knew why he was here, he didn’t like any of it, but this was his favorite day in over a hundred years. His hands were wet, so was his face and feet. His shirt was heavy, heavier than usual. He felt like he was sweating, and he was, but Shroom felt there was more to it.
His feet stopped as they reached a familiar rock and he stood in the dark attempting to feel where to go. His left hand touched a protruding rock in the wall and Shroom recognized where he was. He turned left and continued down the new path.
“I had to. I had no choice. IT WASN’T ME. My fault… NO! IT WASN’T! I had to… it was… him… or…”
Shroom cried in the dark as he walked with tears in his eyes.
His fingers danced amongst themselves, each on their own rhythm. Shroom’s heart was beating faster and faster. He stopped. His breath was heavy, he coughed and coughed.
“No choice… no choice… I’m…”
Shroom continued on.
A small clod of dirt hits Shroom in the head but he hardly notices, he is too enticed by his own conversation. His feet stopped again, he opened his eyes and could see there was light nearby. Shroom reaches into the earth and pulls out some mushrooms that had been growing and shoves them in his mouth; the tears flowing into his mushroom and dirt stew. He goes on speaking with a full mouth.
“I couldn't… its… HIM! He, not a master… not MY… a evil… evil…!”
Shroom mumbled as he drooled.
He walked towards the light, not an exit to this maze but the entrance to a larger room lit by foreign devices. His body shook the closer he got to the light. As Shroom met the room his eyes were bloodshot with tears, his jaw trembled, his knees and elbows jerked without his control. When he stepped into the light Shroom’s face was a dark blood color, his whole body was covered in this.
Shroom stepped into the large cave of a room and the same color was all over the ground. It was blood, and the blood trail would lead to a body laying limp in the corner. Shroom shut his eyes and turned away.
‘You did this to me… You… after everything I’ve done… for you… you little mushroom of a thing… how dare you…’
The voice of the deceased entered his mind.
Shroom jerked around to look at the owner of that voice, but the body lay dead, because it was dead. Shroom grabbed his head with both hands and stared at the ground. The tears falling from his face mixed with the blood and made a mess on the floor. Shroom started to walk, his eyes closed and he paced the room.
“He dead… hes dead! He’s gone, he can’t hear me! He can’t see me! Evil.. evil.. Namek say evil… they know you, they know you live here…”
Shroom spoke to himself as he paced.
“They… left me… they know you here… why not come get me… a Namek like them… maybe I am just Mushroom… Shroom…”
Shroom’s fright slowly dissipated.
His pace quickened and he opened his eyes. He grabbed the sword that lay on the ground, it was covered in the same blood that was split across the room and he ran for the body. Shroom lunged the sword at the body’s neck and stopped himself before he cut.
‘You already did it mushroom… you little rat… they don’t want you because you are a traitor… why don’t you leave? You’ve been down here alone for seven days now… you hate Namek too…’
The voice continued.
Shroom shot back and fell on his behind. His face was struck with fear again and his bottom covered in blood. He slipped in the blood as he got up to his feet, stared down the body and threw the sword aside. The clang of the metal echoed through the cave and caverns for what seemed like miles.
Shroom lunged at the body with his hands out, his Namekian claws pointing for the body’s neck. Shroom grabbed a hold of it and stared into its face. Shroom smiled and laughed and laughed. Drool spilled from his mouth like a waterfall and he cackled away.
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