He sat there, frozen, the abundance of emotions had an ice cold grip over his mind: staring forth unto the flames and pillars of smoke billowing out from the crash site, he could not believe what this man before him was capable of. The surroundings were licked with hues of red and orange from the fire as they wavered and lashed that clung to the structure like an infant spider monkey, feeding and being nurtured by it. Striking him inside of his body was the same strange sensation he felt before when he saw -Chet- for the second time, thus which led to his unconventional confinement.The growing and eating sensation building from the direction of the rubble was grossly embalming him from the pressure and powerful sickening emotions of animosity making him feel tiny like an ant.

‘There is no way that his body survived that crash.’ Was the thought stirring in his head as he and the fake bodies continued to gawk forwards, feeling the devouring power that has continued to accumulate within seconds. Abruptly, an elongated arm stretched out violently, leaping from the remains of the building. It appeared to have three joints instead of two given its disgusting length, it unfurled and was brimming with life as its muscles and veins were demanding to squeeze the life out of anything(alas all the muscles could do was fight against each other). Unexpectedly another arm floated in from the disaster as it rotated and turned in the air with dancing fingers that felt like they were tickling the back of his neck. Meeting along a joint of the stretched limb, the orange liquid had flown in and swirled around them like a vortex, flowing into the contact point as it then melded them together unto one living organism(presumptuously). Once they were one, the multi armed limb slammed onto the floor with both palms, pressing firmly with great power as it pulled the rest of its body out from the crumbled mess. The other conjoined pair of arms shortly emerged lagging behind with the same arrangement. As the creature defecated itself out slowly a head was revealed, a head that was covered lightly in patches of hair on top where the horns didn’t grow across, as the side had a circular hole taking the place of the ear. The face of this creature was covered by a furled and twisted horn that sprouted from where the nose would; they curled around the front of the face, burring out at the edges before the ears and atop of the scalp as it grew in five directions like a starfish. Between the gaps of the horns were glowing yellow eyes with two on each side of the face, along with the twitching head they were darting back and forth quickly taking in the fresh scenery and its livestock that was down the lane who were frozen like statues. The upper mouth and jaw had a deep split along the middle, which then splayed outwards like mandibles of an ant. Symmetrical lines grew across from the center of the five pointed horn which opened as the face peeled outwards accompanied by a moist noise and slimy strings. Within this opened aperture of a skull lay another face below that took on the appearance of a woman, her eyes were closed as the shell before it left a film of blood. Her expression was mostly flaccid but also bore a sardonic smirk, she knew how little threat any opposing force was to her. As this abhorrent figure unprobed the rest of its body out, it kept its incapacitating closed gaze fixed in their direction. Its back adorned two more arms that skidded around like antennae getting a feel for the area. Tearing away from the wreckage were its legs that stretched forwards over its own head and shoulders like a contortionist as they had three joints that bent backwards and forwards, only the front shins bore spines but the worst was the feet; the feet didn’t appear to have toes but more of something like short fingers edged with claws as the ankle sported a talon. A posse of taps were heard on the floor as these heaping hooves made contact upon the floor. On its rear a fleshy tail grew from it that appeared to adorn a glaive that wagged back and forth at a leisurely pace, waiting for something to strike. The disgusting bugs he witnessed beforehand in this realm were already enough to make him sick, but this being that emerged from the wreckage made his heart circles as his pectoral muscles strangled his chest.

After this harbinger fully stood up, the beast appeared to be a terrifying nine feet tall in the short distance it was away from them. Its chest was armored in the same way that Chet’s helm was, a jagged frame of white bone blushed with yellows, might as well just have been its ribcage worn on the outside. What took his attention away from the traumatizing view was a sudden piercing reverberation that felt like it was pelting him from above and deep into his whole body. The sound was so intense that its pressure tore at his ears and insides. The immense discomfort and pain was unbearable, alas all he could do was squirm and writhe on the floor for his limbs were still bound. The clones standing before him winced little to this sensation as they buckled slightly in their stance as they kept focused and weary attention on the monster before them. The beast nonchalantly glanced up into the air, pondering where the sound was coming from with a stoic posture. It then turned its head back to them resuming its glare, drowning them with its overwhelming presence. Its outer rib cage bulged out with a pop and a snap as it seemed to separate into even portions, then these sections began to open outwards much like the flayed head, revealing a black sphere that bore great resemblance to the eyes of the floating aberrations.

Staring into this abysmal black ball he felt as if his soul was being ripped away from his body, with his conscious eyes a thick vignette grew over his vision. The eye of the beast had begun to consume him even just from its distance. His eardrums began to quiver as his body had started to release rigor mortis to the limbs, an overbearing vertigo stirred his brain about while a low pulsing hum started to drown out the reverberations of the room. Vaguely still able to make out the clones on the sides of his vision, he can see that they all begin to slowly(but violently) stomp towards this creature while twitching frantically about much like a zombie would. The closest body to him forces limbs to a stand with a shudder and tense muscles; he then swipes his right hand flat out to the side through the air starting from above his left shoulder and coming to a stop fully stretched out. This action seemed to be a command, a command to dismiss the rest of his clones for they all crumbled to the ground before them in mounds of dirt. Distraught in his already ruled mind, he is confused, for he saw this man crash into an explosion along with the body of the beast. His right hand whilst still at his side, shifts again, but not into the form that he witnessed beforehand, taking on a much rounder and defined shape that soon divides and splits into a haze of squirming tentacles. The tentacles look exactly like the weave from the beds and the ones binding his limbs together. First he winds this grueling arm back behind him, then ferociously swings it forwards releasing a group of the weaves. The vines then whip through the air, whistling as they swing about in their revolutions that seem to then backspin along their distance unto the fiend who was made out of corpses.

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Five whistling and swerving about, the beast makes easy work of four with its many limbs and razor tail, but one slams into its left shoulder with a harsh blow that makes it lurch backwards. The successful deviant strand darts around with great haste, slithering across its body and wraps around the bust of the great beast. Distracted by this sentient piece of wire it manages to grip a section of it as its strength proves to be difficult to deal with. In these few seconds he proceeds to hurl four more tentacles in its direction, the tail of the monster had acted unconsciously as it slashes two of the flung strings into pieces. The others boarded this beast and reenact the cord prior to them, gripping the opened chest to a close as the creature finally managed to rip the first one off of its body, thus setting him free from the sphere's freezing gaze. The penetrating ringing sound from above is still rocking his body about but he was able to adjust to its hammering pulse, in the background past the beast he can see the floating bugs retreating into the ceiling ports with their greeting signal displayed on their fins.

With the closure of the chest cavity, Chet’s body fizzles a bit from his backside as a clone shoots out from him running in his direction. Startled by this sudden emergence he lets out a short scream while pushing himself away backwards on the ground with his bound legs. The clone grabs him and picks him up off the floor effortlessly like he's a puppy. Grunting from the sudden force he isn’t capable of doing nothing more than to accept his fate to this accursed demon's will. Being carried away down the lane he looks over the dirt copy’s shoulder and sees two more clones shoot off from Chet, both of which dart off down the right and left lanes to avoid the crippling gaze. The beast manages to shred off another assailing strand as it then closes its open face to the more bulky one with the horns. It opens its grotesque mouth wide much like an anaconda and lets out a blood curdling shriek as it begins to kneel down to the ground on all limbs. The monster then begins to gallop fiercely towards the body behind them which he assumes is still Chet’s main vessel, who also begins to stride in its direction to meet head on as he materializes his helmet.

Watching with great anticipation his head suddenly shoots backwards as a strong burning pain begins pulsing from the spot on his neck like before, but with greater intensity. He feels the hulking hand once again upon him but just over this spot on his body.

“You seem to be quite the prized target there buddy.” Chet says to him as he scurries along with him still in his arms. “I’m sure whoever put this here won’t mind if I high-jack it.” Saying out loud as he then proceeds to laugh, he cannot muster words for a response as he is pulverized by ongoing pain deep in the side of his neck much like a burning needle. Once the pain dulled, he notices that Chet had pulled his monstrous hand away and that they have made a left turn and are now going down a path which was perpendicular to the wall he was attempting to reach. He stared forwards as he watched the octagons zip by, one by one they passed along with the white beams on the wall that he could very clearly make out now. On his left behind his courier and within the wall somewhere, he noticed shrill screams that sounded like a crowd of people.

‘’Why were there so many of them? What was causing them to scream?’ He wondered as he remembered seeing a myriad of bugs escaping through the ceiling. Thoughts were hard to muster given the cacophony of numerous sounds entering his eardrums. The loud throbbing ringing, the clash of the titan assaulting the clones, the stomps of Chet’s feet as he carried him to god knows where, the perils screams of strangers he wished he could have seen, and the pounding of his heart that wailed throughout his body as though he was going to die from a heart attack. The sounds of this hell paired along with the still searing pain deep within his neck was far too much to take in at once.

They soon came to a halt next to an open bunk within one of the octagons as Chet sets him on the ground while still resting his gross tumorous claws on his shoulder.

“Well, if I can’t eat you here then I’ll just have to try on the other side.” He says to him looking deep into his eyes.

“Huh!?” Is all that he can manage to utter out as he looks back into his obsidian opal eyes. Then he feels a noose tighten around his neck which he can only assume was a cord produced by this horrifying individual. Choking and kicking around on the ground he falls backwards and thuds on the floor. All he sees is an octagon with his sideways vision that is then disturbed by the man walking into it who crouches before him who then begins to wave goodbye. Wearing that same disgusting grin he had on before as he watches him lose consciousness. His vision then fades to black along with a deafening silence.