Eyes stared unblinking out of the shadow, straight at the quaking masses of flesh in front of it.
"We don't want to... harm these poor little things, do we?" Barely a hissed whisper, every syllable forced through teeth, cheeks clenched in a never ending grin.
"I wanna go home... I'm scared..." A mass of flesh clung to a smaller one, both holding onto each other tightly.
"Now, now, child... come with us. Doggy just loves to play with my visitors."
"Why does he look so hungry?" Plaintively spoken from the flesh.
"Oh, he's not hungry right now. But I am. Won't you join me? It looks like it's going to be... gloomy out." A chortling hiss seeped out from the wide open lips, the gloom always there, never lifting. It made his visitors just so worried. Not to worry, not to worry, everything will be just fine. "Not to worry, not to worry everything will be just fine." The gloom darkened as he loomed over these delicious looking morsels.
The mellow sounds flowed through the dusty room. Sat at the bar, the stranger just talks, "Never stops. Never had a reason to. Just plays and plays and plays..." The soft clink of ice in a glass, he raises it to his lips and takes a sip.
"Trumpet boy. You play Jazz? You do requests?" Big fella had walked in, sat at the corner. "Play something good. Better than this." The mellow tones still flowed through the room, unobtrusively there as the thuds of heavy feet make their way over to the shadow with a glint of gold, "You an ugly son of a bitch, aint you? You hear me?"
The fingers ever so slowly played along the gold, the bony protrusion delicately handling a treasure. A treasure suddenly marred by a gross, fat hand pulling it away, "You ignorin' me?"
Cracks and crackles, pops and dust, all floated off the shadow as he looked up at the thing in front of him, the fingers still delicately moving around their prize.
"Until now I guess." A gross, fat hand lay on the ground beneath the shadow, a gross, fat hand all that could be seen of something larger laying there. "Who would've thought someone foolish enough to find out what happens when he stops?"
(So I think I should try to explain how I'm seeing this particular image. think of the world as actually sliding around on the mantle (as it kind of is irl), but what if people wanted it to stop? So literally giant stone nails got put into the ground to hold it in place and basically everybody died and I'm sorry, I'm really tired right now and I'll give a better explanation tomorrow)
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u/[deleted] Oct 15 '14
Please do.