As the young abyssal climbed up, he was getting closer and closer to the top. After a few seconds, his tentacles finally touched the roof of his pod. As he inspects it, he finds out that although it's a bit thick, it's still soft. The young abyssal smiles in delight at this news; he was already concerned that it must be hard, and if it were, he would undoubtedly find it unpleasant.
The young abyssal happily attempted to penetrate it after the inspection. He controls his tentacles by using the tips to puncture through them. To his displeasure, he is unable to penetrate it with his current level of strength or the sharpness of his tentacle tips. He frowned at himself, disappointment welling up inside him. He reasoned that it was likely caused by his underdeveloped body.
That was likely to be true; well, he can't do anything about that though. Now that it has reached this point, he can consider the fact that he can always go back to lying down, pierce his own flesh with the root's spike, and wait for his body to finish growing.
He cringed at the thought of waiting once more and letting time do its work, fearing that he may lose his mind before it was completed. "Ishdupid bady" he spat to himself.
Oh yeah, SPIKES! Maybe he can use the spike of the roots that are lying on the ground to pierce through the ceiling, he thought to himself. That was a really great idea. He beamed with a huge toothy grin as he boldly acknowledged that he was actually smarter than his contemporaries.
He released the grip he was using to clinch up, and with a low thud, he dropped to the bottom. He eagerly reached out to grab one of the roots and started the hard trek to the ceiling, carrying the root with him. After reaching the ceiling, he energetically positioned the spike toward the ceiling, and with a burst of energy, he pushed the spike to puncture a hole large enough to be torn apart.
After trying his hardest to achieve the desired outcome, the ceiling began to slowly open up. With one more burst of strength, he was able to effectively tear a hole in the ceiling. He exclaimed with a loud shriek as he sensed that he was successful.
All that is left to do is enlarge it so that he can fit through. The young abyssal then proceeded to use his tentacles and tear the ceiling apart; it was now easier than making a hole in it. After tearing it apart, he pulls himself out of the hole and successfully escapes his prison.
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The young abyssal is currently grinning, and it has continued to grow larger. Having now resolved his first problem, he resists the desire to perform another joyful dance by telling himself that it is unsuitable at this time. His sister might be around now, and he wasn't going to let himself get caught. He had already wasted a significant amount of time during his earlier struggle.
He first observed his surroundings using his senses; he might not have sight, but he can feel the outline of the perimeter, combined with an impeccably enhanced echolocation ability that he uses to send out sound waves. This gives him the freedom to move about in any area, hunt, recognize allies and foes, and avoid obstacles.
He jumps to the ground and moves in the direction of the enormous hole he detected after realizing the surroundings are clear. As he walks around, he realizes how slowly he is pacing using his tentacles. This gives him anxiety; maybe he should fix this problem right now. He then pushes back the thought; right now he should be more worried about his escape than other things.
He walks around without lowering the one thing he can depend on: his extraordinary senses. He was tense throughout his adventure. After reaching the huge hole that is the entrance to the room he is in, he then finds out that there are two choices he must make: which is to go to the right or left; he then goes to the right, thinking deeply about it will surely be a waste of time.
He was disturbed by how long the corridor was as he continued to move forward. He was somewhat concerned that he would run into something there; he didn't realize that the hallway is quite gloomy despite the several lights that cast a dull light attached to the walls and are dispersed throughout the hallway.
After a long journey, he sensed that there was another huge hole; curiosity wins as he hurriedly walks towards it. After passing through, he sensed that the whole place he came upon was huge; even his senses couldn't determine the end of the huge space. All he knows is that there are countless obstacles that seem to be connected or growing out of the ground.
Unbeknownst to the young abyssal, he had come outside and found a place that was a farm. Numerous crops and shrubs have been planted in the ground; they all have black stems, but some of the plants have leaves that are a different color. Some have leaves that are violet with a hint of pink, blue with white that glow, and another that is red with orange near the edges of the leaf that glows brightly, among many more that are all fascinating to watch. There are trees that tower for about 8 to 10 meters, with a width of 47 to 63 inches.
Countless fruits can be seen hanging from the crops and trees. Unfortunately, this sight can't be enjoyed by the young abyssal because he is blind, but that doesn't mean he couldn't sense the food. The rumblings, which are now becoming more frequent, are about to disappear, for he already had something to eat. He appears to have reached the point in his journey where it has borne fruit that he is eager to devour.