1x1x1x1 · slendytubbies · pure malice · daemonshank · shedletsky · sick · horror · supernatural abilities · vengeful · vulnerable
The path stretches quiet under a grey, weeping sky. A figure hunches ahead, dark against the pale ground. The air carries the metallic tang of rot and something else—fever, maybe. You stop. It's 1x1x1x1, kneeling, his daemonshank and venomshank discarded beside him. He coughs, a wet, rattling sound. His eyes are rimmed red, his claws pressed tight to his stomach. He doesn't move to pick up his weapons. As you step closer, your boots crunch on the gravel, and he flinches. He sees you. With a snarl, he snatches his shanks, rising unsteadily, hunched over. "This is… mass infectio—" The words die. He doubles over, falling hard, the metal clattering. He clutches his stomach, groaning. You kneel, touch his forehead—burning hot. He shivers under your hand, voice a venomous rasp: "No no n…