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An unwelcome visitor

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dm198:

The creature extends it’s leathery gray arm to grab for the offered bowl, but suddenly halts. For a moment its black, pupil-less eyes glaze over in what can only be described as complete dumbfounded surprise. During this time its hand hovers in the air, close enough for Eirin to fully make out the odd scarring.

Not a moment later, though, the arm continued onwards to grab the bowl from the slightly surprised Eirin. Her mysterious guest proceeded to drink eagerly and sloppily , as if he had never gone through, what can only be described as, a mental reboot.

Eirin pondered the strange marking. It was not unlike a alchemy circle, though missing finesse and any descriptive markings. Perhaps it was an emblem adopted by some place, or another form of identification. Her thoughts were placed aside, though, when she determined the slight shift in behavior in the pitiful being in front of her. “Now then, do you think that you could talk to me? I would appreciate some information.”

The doctor now has the creature’s full attention, yet the only response she received was a dumbfounded stare. If her guest’s black eyes allowed light to pass through them one could presumable see the rusty cogs in the back of it’s head, desperately attempting to spin like once before. Whatever it was that had taken him earlier seemed to hit him stronger now, though, as the hand grasping the bowl began to shake violently, spilling what little water remained on the wooden floor. He inhaled briefly while attempting not to stumble over and repeated what was only an old habit, an ancient mantra: “T-Thank…” was all he could muster before tipping over and ending up face down on the floor, showing no signs of getting up. As his body relaxed he lay there almost peaceful, fully stretched out and appearing much taller than he had while hunched. The night’s symphony of crickets was soon joined by a feint raspy snoring.

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The Wriggle twins have survived the terrible wrath of Master BZZ’BZZRT!

The heroes have ACQUIRED the following ITEMS!

  • -MYSTERIOUS CONTRAPTION
  • -RETURN OF THE FORESTS INSECTS
  • -POSSIBLE BRAIN DAMAGE
  • -A TERRIBLY ANNOYING NEMESIS
  • -AN ITCHY NOSE

Will Master BZZ’BZZRT take revenge by keeping up the twins with constant nightly annoyance?

Will Wriggstar’s nose ever stop itching??

Will Princess Wriggle confess her love to Parsee under the clear starry sky???

THE ANSWERS are 1. probably not, 2. yes and 3. I CAN DREAM DAMN YOU.

TO BE CONTINUED~

Stirring up the hive

princesswriggleandwriggstar:

dm198:

The device is surprisingly warm to the touch, as if heated from the inside. During her closer inspection, the princess comes across a symbol cast into the oddity.

She is not given much time to ponder it, as she is suddenly overwhelmed by… something.

A sudden flash in the back of her head turns the world white for an instance. Like a strong flash of light is painful to the eyes, this flash is painful to the mind, as too many experiences come over her at once.

For a moment she is a firefly princess, another moment she is a caped hero with an itchy nose, yet another she is a confused spider on a cold cavern wall, now she is world’s angriest and most pompous mosquito, flying for her dear life.

One last vision lasts slightly longer though, not to mention feels slightly more real.
She can feel her bare feet on a wooden floor, one hand holding precious food, another holding even more precious cloth. Her skin is itchy and she is afraid, but a gentle smile in the distance promises a slither of hope.

All sudden, all near simultaneous, all gone in a moment’s notice.

A second later the princess returns to her senses with nothing to confirm what just happened but a slight throbbing in the back of her head and the unusually appealing taste of common bread on her tongue.

Princess Wriggle groaned in pain and dropped the device, causing WriggStar to quickly panic and hold onto the princess.

“Whoa, you okay there?”

“Ah, yeah. Sorry about that…”

“You don’t apologize for that, Princess.” WriggStar kicked the device up and caught it with her free hand. “Don’t know what this thing did, but it’s not a good idea to leave it here.” The princess smiled and gave the hero a small nod. “Say, want me to carry you back? I don’t mind. You still look out of it.”

“Haha, please~? We could try to chase after that mosquito. By the way, you realize your nose is turning red?” Princess Wriggle poked her nose several times as she said that.

“Don’t do that. I’m trying to fight the itch.” WriggStar scrunched up her nose as the Princess climbed on her back. “Here, take this darn thing before I use it as a scratcher.”

As the twins make their way out the tunnel, the insects of the cavern follow them in what feels like an embarrassed silence. They could sense a hangover like daze radiating off the swarm of fireflies illumination their once dark path. This part of the way that was almost completely covered in shadows during their approach is now lit up. The walls as visible as the marking etched into them… wait a second.

An unwelcome visitor

lunariansage:

dm198:

lunariansage:

dm198:

The creature hesitated for a moment, throwing a glance at the broken window through which it had apparently made its entry. Eirin’s promise seemed to overrule any thought that might have been crossing its mind though, as it soon turned its head again to hesitantly stumble after the retreating doctor. Despite no longer being caged, the visitor walked hunched and stumbling. All the while dragging its burlap sack across the floor with occasional metallic bumps. A few last, empty, vials and bottles fell out, one by one, through a sizable hole in the weary cloth.

Eirin reached the door to a pantry before turning to see the creature following at a safe distance behind her. Her smile attempted to beckon him closer as she entered the room, soon emerging with a small loaf of bread and a fist-sized cube of cheese. “Here, try these instead. I imagine you will find them much more palatable than those medicines.”

Her visitor looks quizzically at the offerings before hesitantly extending his free right arm to grab the loaf of bread. As he does so, Eirin catches a glimpse of the outstretched arm. She immediately notices a large amount of scarring, but as the arm closes in it becomes clear that the wounds were not naturally attained. Row after row of short parallel, line shaped scars covered his arm. Her eyes found their way to the back of its hand, which holds some form of complex symbol in its scar tissue. Before the doctor could make the drawing properly, her guest had already pulled its arm back. After sniffing the bread and inspecting it closely the bread is nibbled then happily consumed by the creature.

The lacerations did not escape Eirin’s notice as she observed the guest eating, but she held her tongue to simply let him feed. She doubted that he could even tell her about the source of the wounds in the first place. With a sigh she ducked back into the pantry before returning with a bowl of water. “Here you are. I imagine you are dehydrated as well.”

The creature extends it’s leathery gray arm to grab for the offered bowl, but suddenly halts. For a moment its black, pupil-less eyes glaze over in what can only be described as complete dumbfounded surprise. During this time its hand hovers in the air, close enough for Eirin to fully make out the odd scarring.

Not a moment later, though, the arm continued onwards to grab the bowl from the slightly surprised Eirin. Her mysterious guest proceeded to drink eagerly and sloppily , as if he had never gone through, what can only be described as, a mental reboot.

Stirring up the hive

princesswriggleandwriggstar:

dm198:

The mosquito, after being swatted; a temporary setback in his mind, saw that the Princess was over the Thing. His Thing. Darting over, he buzzed in front of her face and hollered, “HEY! No, that’s mine! My Thing! My hive! Thing made me Master! MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE!” As her hand continued to descend, he could feel his tenuous control falter, and the pressure from Wriggle’s mind begin to press in on his own. Panic set in, and he fled, taking off as fast as he could towards the cave exit.

WriggStar watched the mosquito flee on out of the cave and the Princess finally picked up the strange device.

“This looks… junk-like. Really, how do you work this thing?” The princess turned around and looked at WriggStar, who stood up responded with a shrug.

“Hey, can you put it on like a bracelet?”

“Huh, looks like I can… but I don’t know if I should.”

“Then just destroy it. We don’t have any use for it.”

“But our insects…”

“Ohh, right… whoops. Look to see if you can push something on it.” Princess Wriggle came over and the two started to fiddle around with it, making comments here and there to each other.

The device is surprisingly warm to the touch, as if heated from the inside. During her closer inspection, the princess comes across a symbol cast into the oddity.

She is not given much time to ponder it, as she is suddenly overwhelmed by… something.

A sudden flash in the back of her head turns the world white for an instance. Like a strong flash of light is painful to the eyes, this flash is painful to the mind, as too many experiences come over her at once.

For a moment she is a firefly princess, another moment she is a caped hero with an itchy nose, yet another she is a confused spider on a damp cavern wall, now she is world’s angriest and most pompous mosquito, flying for her dear life.

One last vision lasts slightly longer though, not to mention feels slightly more real.
She can feel her bare feet on a cold wooden floor, one hand holding precious, crusty food, another holding even more precious cloth. Her skin is itchy and she is afraid, but a gentle smile in the distance promises a slither of hope.

All sudden, all near simultaneous, all gone in a moment’s notice.

A second later the princess returns to her senses with nothing to confirm what just happened but a slight throbbing in the back of her head and the unusually appealing taste of common bread on her tongue.

Stirring up the hive

princesswriggleandwriggstar:

“AAAISH- actually why am I overreacting? If anything, that tickled.” WriggStar rubbed her nose before flicking the mosquito away. “Master Bzz’bzzrt, really now? Hey Princess did you hear this g- Princess?”

Princess Wriggle took several steps, ignoring everything going on around her, and bent down once she was veeeery close to the device. “This must be it. This chased them all away, didn’t it?”

“Uh, Princess, are you sure you should be doing that?” WriggStar asked as the princess reached her hand out to pick it up, ignoring the mosquito on it that could be yelling some nonsense to her.

The mosquito, after being swatted; a temporary setback in his mind, saw that the Princess was over the Thing. His Thing. Darting over, he buzzed in front of her face and hollered, “HEY! No, that’s mine! My Thing! My hive! Thing made me Master! MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE!” As her hand continued to descend, he could feel his tenuous control falter, and the pressure from Wriggle’s mind begin to press in on his own. Panic set in, and he fled, taking off as fast as he could towards the cave exit.

Stirring up the hive

princesswriggleandwriggstar:

dm198:

“COME NO CLOSER! I’LL BE MERCIFUL AND LET YOU GO IF YOU LEAVE… n… now…” The booming voice choked off quickly as the two Nightbugs stepped into the moderately large and firefly-lit cavern. Bugs of all shapes and sizes could be seen on the walls and cave floor, though they were far from a teeming horde… A serious infestation, sure, but no more than that. Most simply lay about, with only a few moving or flying about with an apathetic drunkenness that seemed almost comical.

“Oh, er… HA!” the voice came echoing out again from the rear of the cave, where a small mosquito with glowing green eyes sat upon a bronze and stone device of some sort. “HA! YOU’VE FALLEN INTO MY TRAP, WRIGG-STUPID AND PRINCESS… DUMBFACE! DESTROY THE FALSE QUEENS, MY ARMY!” The odd little metal thing softly glowed, and less than a hundred bugs stumbled or limped their way towards the Wriggles in a sad parody of a charge. While most seemed to run out of gas and simply fell to the floor, a brave few managed to reach them pitifully bumped and jounced against the girls’ clothes.

WriggStar covered her mouth with both hands to stop herself from laughing while Princess Wriggle blinked several times in confusion. 

“What in the world…? You’re the one that chased all the insects out of the forest? How?” the Princess asked, prompting WriggStar to burst out laughing once more. “Ah… this doesn’t even make any sense. WriggStar…”

BWAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! HERE WE THOUGHT IT WAS SOMETHING SERIOUS, BUT NOPE! AHH, OUR PEOPLE ARE SO FUNNY SOMETIMES!” WriggStar fell on her knees, being careful not to crush any insect, and laughed even harder. The princess ignored the hero and slightly tilted her head as she stared at the strange device.

Nearly vibrating with anger, the little mosquito flies over to Wriggstar’s nose and buzzes as loudly as it could manage, “NO ONE MAKES FUN OF MASTER BZZ’BZZRT! I WILL SLAY YOU!” Lunging forward, it painfully stuck its sharp proboscis into her nose.

Once she locked eyes on the device, the Princess found it difficult to look away. The glow was transfixing, and she felt a steady and firm throb of… Something, coming from the little bauble. She barely even noticed the mental brushing of the insects around her slowly sobering and returning to her. 

Stirring up the hive

princesswriggleandwriggstar:

“Look at that petty light show, Princess! Hah!”

“Whoever you are, you’re gonna get such a beatdown! Especially since you made me scared for nothing!” WriggStar suddenly came to a halt and tried to hold back her laughter.

“Pfft… quit being so cute, Princess.”

YOU STOP POINTING IT OUT.” Princess Wriggle pushed the tip of her index finger against WriggStar’s chest before stomping deeper into the cave, leaving WriggStar to laugh for a few seconds before catching up with the Princess.

"COME NO CLOSER! I’LL BE MERCIFUL AND LET YOU GO IF YOU LEAVE… n… now…” The booming voice choked off quickly as the two Nightbugs stepped into the moderately large and firefly-lit cavern. Bugs of all shapes and sizes could be seen on the walls and cave floor, though they were far from a teeming horde… A serious infestation, sure, but no more than that. Most simply lay about, with only a few moving or flying about with an apathetic drunkenness that seemed almost comical.

"Oh, er… HA!” the voice came echoing out again from the rear of the cave, where a small mosquito with glowing green eyes sat upon a bronze and stone device of some sort. "HA! YOU’VE FALLEN INTO MY TRAP, WRIGG-STUPID AND PRINCESS… DUMBFACE! DESTROY THE FALSE QUEENS, MY ARMY!" The odd little metal thing softly glowed, and less than a hundred bugs stumbled or limped their way towards the Wriggles in a sad parody of a charge. While most seemed to run out of gas and simply fell to the floor, a brave few managed to reach them pitifully bumped and jounced against the girls’ clothes.

Stirring up the hive

princesswriggleandwriggstar:

dm198:

As the Wriggles approach the end of the hall a faint light begins filling the tunnel. It slowly becomes clear that they’re approaching a larger cavern. The source of the light also dawns on them, as several more fireflies buzz around aimlessly, unresponsive to the approach of their princess. Again the voice booms, louder than before, closer. “FOOLS, YOU ARE MERELY APPROACHING YOUR DEMISE! TURN BACK NOW! OR…OR ELSE!” As the last of the echos die down, the tunnel darkens. The beforehand clueless fireflies, as well as their guide are retreating deeper into the tunnel, towards the voice. A sense of recognition befell the princess as they come ever closer to the open cavern. The voice had sounded familiar, almost mundane.

The Princess couldn’t help but tilt her head in confusion. “Now this isn’t as scary as it was when we first entered.”

“See, told you it wasn’t gonna be that bad… I bet you hearing the demise thing made it all better, because it actually can’t happen! YOU HEAR THAT?! YOU CAN’T SCARE THIS AWESOME DUO!

“…But it’s the voice…” the Princess mumbled, but WriggStar’s hearty laughter drowned out her comment.

IMPOSTERS! Charlatans! You would only bring two to usurp my teeming horde?! We are at least 80! Er… 80 Jillion! The voice trailed off rapidly, as did the illumination, and for a short tense moment, no buzzing, clicking, or other insect noises could be heard. The noise starts back up, though more quietly and with far less… Confidence, perhaps? The light from ahead flared once again but more chaotically.

An unwelcome visitor

lunariansage:

dm198:

The creature hesitated for a moment, throwing a glance at the broken window through which it had apparently made its entry. Eirin’s promise seemed to overrule any thought that might have been crossing its mind though, as it soon turned its head again to hesitantly stumble after the retreating doctor. Despite no longer being caged, the visitor walked hunched and stumbling. All the while dragging its burlap sack across the floor with occasional metallic bumps. A few last, empty, vials and bottles fell out, one by one, through a sizable hole in the weary cloth.

Eirin reached the door to a pantry before turning to see the creature following at a safe distance behind her. Her smile attempted to beckon him closer as she entered the room, soon emerging with a small loaf of bread and a fist-sized cube of cheese. “Here, try these instead. I imagine you will find them much more palatable than those medicines.”

Her visitor looks quizzically at the offerings before hesitantly extending his free right arm to grab the loaf of bread. As he does so, Eirin catches a glimpse of the outstretched arm. She immediately notices a large amount of scarring, but as the arm closes in it becomes clear that the wounds were not naturally attained. Row after row of short parallel, line shaped scars covered his arm. Her eyes found their way to the back of its hand, which holds some form of complex symbol in its scar tissue. Before the doctor could make the drawing properly, her guest had already pulled its arm back. After sniffing the bread and inspecting it closely the bread is nibbled then happily consumed by the creature.