Gerald constantly spitted and cursed.

Rushing back up with frantic wingbeats, he was absolutely disgusted. The horrific showering he had been exposed too was not something of which even the brand new towels could clean off. For he was not just only covered in slimy Spline eggs and reproductive juices, but he also felt sullied after being promoted to a unwilling participate from a unwitting voyeur in whatever it was that he had witnessed in the first place.

Cursing all the way back up whilst intermitted with goosebump-ridden shivers as he sought to remove the sticky and viscous eggs, he did not pay much heed to his surroundings. The grumbling old fairy entered the brightly lit dungeon entrance and sped inwards as he sought out his charge.

The wee kiddo’s gon’ need ta whip us up a pond to wash this shite off!

Not paying attention, Gerald was caught mid-flight by one of the Flenemon’s roaming frilly arms which sent him tumbling into the soft dirt floor of the dungeon hard. The solid impact of slamming into the floor making him lose his grip on the now forgotten weed seeds and dislodging many of the eggs that clung to his body.

“Eurgh, meurghef-ya-whfuck!” swore Gerald with mouthfuls of dirt as the monster reeled him in. He was beyond pissed with the newest development along his saga of bullshittery.

Small walk my fucking arse!

The fairy then glowed in a pink hue that radiated outwards in small sparkles that was accompanied by light twinkling. Then with one arm he angrily grabbed a hold of the floor and easily attested the pull of the Flenemon. Turning round to look at the monster, he gave it a deathly glare that was full of venom.

The creature to its own benefit, sensed a premonition of death and quickly attempted to quickly release its hold on its catch.

“Oh nah ya fuck, ya fucking shat the bed now laddie,” grumbled Gerald before quickly whipping his left hand down to his ankle and grabbing the unfurling and fleeing arm in a vice like grip.

Violently yanking on the elastic black frilly appendage, even from his prone position on the floor, Gerald pulled with such force that it ripped off at the base on the Flenemon’s body with a sickening tearing sound. Thin black blood squirting from the stump and leaked from the tentacle in his hand.

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The diminutive fairy then propped himself up by his elbows before getting up all the whilst still brandishing the torn arm. Turning to face the alarmed and scared Flenemon the thrashed its arms about in pain, he then slowly started to march towards the monster.

“I’m gonnae belt ya good yah little shite.”

Then spitting out some dirt that still coated his mouth, Gerald flicked his left arm angrily which caused the severed tentacle he was holding on to whip the Flenemon with its on severed stump.

He was mightily pissed, but the fairy still controlled his own strength so as to not murder the Flenemon. He wasn’t planning to waste all the time he had invested in the monster prior just because he was in a fit.

But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t let off some steam.

The monster wriggled in pain and alarm.

Unable to make any sounds of distress and with its two upwards facing eyes useless in detecting the assault from the blasted fairy, the Flenemon could only miserably squirm in silence.

“I’ll teach you ta fucking mess with me laddie.”

He then whipped it again.

The monster replied by thrashing about in pain and fear.

Remembering that the Flenemon now had evolved to have a few eyes and feeling like he was not really ensuring that the monster knew who it had fucked with, Gerald then flew upwards to let it clearly see who it was that was tormenting it.

“Yah mind me, ya fuck?”

Seeing the turd-bomber flying above it with its own severed arm, the monsters two eyes bulged with anger and recognition.

The Flenemon’s four remaining large arms then bolted up towards the flying fairy as it sought revenge.

But with a lazy flick of his arm, Gerald slapped aside all the other arms reaching for him with his own tentacle-whip. It was akin to an adult bullying a child.

“Now ya fucking sit tight, I’m got’ more for you lad,” Gerald promised as he continued to glow with twinkling sounds coming from his aura.

He then whipped the Flenemon.

He whipped it again.

And again.

He kept on going until the creature was reduced to a curled up quivering ball with two more of its arms severed and leaking black blood.

Feeling a the morbid sense of power and satisfaction fade off to be replaced by sickening revulsion, Gerald dropped the arm in his hands.

He had just toyed with and half-killed the monster even thou it was just doing what it would’ve normally done.

There was no malice or premeditation in what it did, that was cruelly from his quarter.

He sighed heavily with disappointment before turning in the air and flying to the ceiling whilst covered in dirt, Spline eggs and Flenemon blood.

Unbeknownst to Gerald was how Silky had watched the whole thing unfold.