2 Obtaining A Boon (2/2)
Did I summon a dog in the shape of a snake? Putting my hands out, I try to stop it from licking me anymore. It seems to understand the message and retracts it's tongue back into its huge mouth. Two fangs peeked out from its closed mouth.
”Can you understand me?” I ask the snake.
It gives a slight jerk of its head and a hissing sound leaves it mouth. I think that was a 'yes'. Hm. Redirecting my attention back towards my skill menu. I give it a small glance and then I wave my hand. Which effectively closes the skill menu.
Reaching my hand forward, I grab the black backpack. Flipping the top of the bag open, I reach a hand into the bag. As a series of images rapidly flash through my head. It was of different things, I think I saw a tent, water, food and then a picture of a knife appeared.
Pulling my hand out a knife come along with me. Just what exactly is this black backpack, was it a storage item like in a game? Holding the knife in my hand, I sling the backpack onto my back. The snake looked at me with its huge amber eye, I give it a small smile and a pat on the head. Its scales were cool and smooth to the touch.
Turning around, I notice that a door has appeared on the other side of the room. It looked like that was how I was getting out of this sterling white room. Padding forward, I head towards the door, reaching a hand out I twist the doorknob and step through the door.
As I pass through the doorframe a bright flash of white envelope my body and soon I find I'm standing in a hallway. The snake was also right next to me. It almost took up the entirety of the hallway.
”Can you shrink at all?” I ask.
With a huge plume of purple smoke that glittered like starlight and a small hiss, the snake's huge body shrinks down into the size of your everyday garden snake. Smiling, I bend down and reach out and grab it; it slithers up my arm before settling around my arm like a piece of jewelry.
I rub a finger along its head and it gives more hissing as it nuzzles my hand. What an interesting little fellow this one was.
Looking at my surroundings, I find that there are paintings of clowns lining the walls of the hallway. I hate clowns. Moving closer to the painting closest to me, I observe it. It's your run of the mill clown in the painting, however, it began to move. The clown's facial features begin to warp into a twisted grin, the red liquid starts to seep from it's hollowed eyes.
Taking a hurried step backward, I trip slightly. However, the snake that had wrapped itself around my arm expands, it's body shooting out and catching me, by pressing its giant head into my back to keep me upright. The once 2D painting began to twist and turn before a hand began to press its way out of the painting.
The hand was covered in a black tar-like substance that dripped from its fingers. Slowly it began to pull more of its body out of the painting. The smell of sulfur began to enter the air, covering my nose with my hand. I slowly retreat backward, although I can see that more of the painting that lines the walls are producing these clown-like creatures.
Misshapen appendages began to appear around me, as more and more paintings take on life. What should I do? Twisting my neck I look behind me and notice that there are actually almost fully rendered clowns behind me.
Their hollowed eyes all turn towards me. As the red liquid gushed from their eye sockets, their mouth grew even larger expanding into a twisted opening of flesh and teeth. My breath catches in my throat and I felt a sinking feeling. These things were going to kill me, raising my arm that was still holding the knife, I prepare myself.
God, I hated clowns.