He let out a soft growl,
quickly grabbing the nearest shard of wood and throwing it, a snarl
quickly forming on his face. "L̴E̶T̸ ̴M̸E̷
̸O̸U̵T̶!̸!̴!̴!̵!̶" He yelled, dropping the act as quickly as he
had taken it up.
He narrowed his eyes, baring his fangs in a hate-filled
snarl.
*she felt a cut on her cheek, touching and then overwrite it, the
cut was gone.*
Glich:knew it... you aren’t leaving. No matter what, even if I put
my life on the line.
He hissed getting up and
flexing his blistered hands, surveying the damage the water had
done. After a few moments he let out a soft chuckle and sat down,
away from the water, resting against the wall by the door. "I̶
̶s̴u̵p̵p̵o̶s̴e̸ ̴y̴o̷u̷ ̵m̷i̴g̶h̴t̶ ̴b̶e̶ ̶r̴i̵g̷h̶t̶.̶.̶.̴" He
said, brushing aside wooden chips and splinters. "N̶o̶ ̴m̶o̶r̸e̸
̸t̴r̶i̷c̴k̵s̵.̶.̴.̴ ̶I̸'̵m̴ ̸n̸o̸t̵ ̵g̵e̷t̸t̵i̴n̶g̵ ̵o̴u̵t̵
̸a̶n̵y̴w̶a̴y̵s̶.̵.̵.̸ ̵I̴'̷m̸ ̶t̸o̵o̷ ̷t̸i̵r̸e̸d̷.̶" He
muttered, a bitter tone in his voice.
Glich:...*you sense some bs right there* alright.. imma head back
to Patches... swear to god if I find
you outside the room..
*She started to walk away*
He perked up a bit, watching
you leave. "H̶e̴y̸.̴.̵.̷ ̵C̶o̶u̴l̴d̷ ̶y̷o̵u̷ ̷b̸r̶i̴n̵g̴
̶b̶a̴c̵k̵ ̴s̴o̸m̷e̵ ̸f̴o̶o̶d̸,̵ ̸a̴t̷ ̸l̶e̸a̴s̷t̸?̵" He called
out, giving a sigh when you were gone. 'I̴ ̷r̸e̶a̶l̶l̴y̶
̷f̷-̷e̷d̴ ̷u̵p̶ ̴t̸h̷i̷s̶ ̴t̴i̸m̴e̶.̶.̶.̶ ̵W̴h̸a̴t̵ ̸d̷i̶d̴ ̷I̷
̷e̴v̴e̵n̷ ̶g̶i̴v̶e̵ ̴h̶e̶r̸ ̷f̷o̵r̵ ̶t̸h̶o̴s̴e̴
̸w̵a̸r̵d̵s̸.̵.̸?̴' he thought to himself.
'D̵e̴f̷i̶n̷i̴t̴e̶l̵y̶ ̴w̵a̸r̷ ̶w̸a̶t̷e̶r̵.̷.̸.̶ ̷b̷u̵t̵
̷w̴h̸a̶t̸ ̸s̷p̴e̵l̶l̵.̷.̴.̸' He pondered, tracing the blisters
idly with a small shard of wood.
He looked around, finally having a clear head to think with.
'B̴a̴c̷k̵ ̷o̷f̶ ̸t̵h̴e̶ ̵r̸o̸o̶m̶ ̴i̷s̶ ̵o̵u̴t̵ ̶o̸f̵ ̷t̷h̸e̵
̷q̴u̷e̴s̴t̶i̸o̷n̸.̸.̴.̴ ̴S̴o̶ ̵i̵s̷ ̸t̴h̷e̵ ̷d̴o̵o̶r̶ ̸u̸n̸l̴e̷s̷s̸
̴I̵ ̵c̴a̶n̴ ̴f̵i̸g̵u̸r̷e̴ ̷o̸u̷t̸ ̵m̵y̶
̸p̶r̴e̷d̶i̵c̸a̴m̴e̶n̴t̴.̷.̴.̴ ̶T̶h̴a̵t̷ ̵l̷e̷a̴v̶e̸s̵,̷ ̷t̷h̸e̵
̵f̴l̴o̸o̸r̸,̵ ̸c̵e̶i̶l̵i̸n̸g̶,̸ ̷a̷n̷d̸ ̶t̶h̸r̵e̵e̷ ̴w̸a̴l̵l̵s̷
̶t̷o̸ ̵p̵o̴s̵s̷i̵b̸l̶y̷ ̶l̵e̶a̵v̷e̵ ̴t̶h̴r̵o̶u̸g̸h̸.̷.̴.̷.̵
̸W̷a̵i̷t̷.̶.̵.̵' A grin crossed his face. "I̸'̸m̶ ̴a̶n̵
̵i̷d̷i̷o̷t̸!̸" He exclaimed, excited at his newest prospect of
escape.
*The skitmin was on the table, perked up when she saw Glich coming
back*
“How did it go?”
Glich:... you gotta hide...
“Huh? What do you- h-hey!”
*Glich picked up Patches and tp back to her room.*
Glich:you’ll be safe here... his expression... it wasn’t pleasant
at all... don’t leave the room until the coast is clear got it?
*Patches nodded as they watch Glich leaving the room, locking it*
He wrenched the chair out of
the wall by the door, and, heading to the wall to the left, smashed
the window he had completely overlooked in his panic. Tossing the
chair aside, he slipped out, to his newfound freedom.
"H̴a̸h̶a̴h̵a̵!̵ ̴S̶e̶e̵ ̶y̵o̵u̸ ̷l̸a̸t̷e̶r̵ ̶G̵l̴i̷c̸h̴~̶"
He purred out, heading off into the woods and away from the house
at least.
*You heard a smash and ran over to the sound.*
Glich:Luciel!? He’s gone! *you ran inside the room and looked out
of the window* ... he’s gonna go back to normal soon... it’s
ending... better get Patches then...
*Glich walks out of the room and unlock their door*
Glich:it’s ending... he should come back soon... I hope..
“Alrighty! Um... do you have any water heh?”
Glich:.. follow me... I’ll get you some..
The first thing he did when he
made it to the safety of the woods was look up to see how much time
he had left. To his disappointment it wasn't much at all. He let
out a low growl, furious that he had let so much time go to waste.
He was angry, but... there was nothing he could do about the time
constraint. So he did the next best thing he could think of, in
comparison to mass-murder....
He layed down on the grass and watched it end, feeling the
hostility and anger slip away as the sky grew brighter, until it
was over...
He let out a sigh, getting up and wincing at his burns. He knew
fully, what he had done and was glad that Glich had listened
well.
He sought out the stream, eager to get some cold, regular, water on
his wounds.
*She turns on the faucet and poured water into a bowl, she turns it
off and place it down*
Glich:here yea go.
“Thank you!” *they started to lap up the water*
Glich:... I hope Luciel is alright... seeing all those blisters and
cuts... i hope he is safe...
He took his jacket off, hissing
as the fabric brushed his wounds. Afterwards he knelt down by the
water, dipped his arms in, letting out a noise somewhere between
pain and relief.
"Ah.... That smarts..." he said out loud, knowing that the new
water would at least help stop the continuous burning.
He sat there for several minutes enjoying the feeling of ice-cold
water numbing his arms.
Glich:... Imma go outside, and see if I can find him..
*Patches looks up and nodded and went back lapping up the
water*
Glich:... he better not be far...
*Glich starts walking out of the living room and opens the back
door and went outside, closing it.*
Glich:he’s not in the yard...
After the point where he
couldn't feel his arms anymore, he slipped his jacket back on, glad
to be able to do so without pain.
He got up and made his way back up to the house, hands in his
pockets. He could see the house through the trees and, glancing
back up at the sky for a moment, smiled.
He spotted you searching around
the yard, and sped up his pace a bit, jogging out of the treeline.
"Hey! Looking for me?" He called out with a wave, a smile on his
face.
*Glich turns around as her eyes widen from the sight of Luciel.
Instead of just running, they teleported to them. Giving them a
surprised hug as they started to tear up.*
He froze up, not expecting to
be greeted this way. "I uh.... I'm glad to see you too?" He said,
giving Glich a small hug in return. 'This.... isn't what I
expected to happen...' He knew you could hear, or read, his
thoughts. But it felt better to think it rather than to say it out
loud.
*Glich backs up and let out a sigh*
Glich:no one can really expect what’s gonna happen anyways... this
is something new to me...
*They wipe the tears off as they have a semi-blank expression*
Glich:nothing really happened to Patches, just minor twitches...
and your room is a mess...
"I know... I can remember what
I did." he said softly. "I need to pay closer attention when
prepping next time..." He stretched, wincing as some of his other
wounds. "Ow.... Feels like I may have broken a rib." He said,
rubbing a spot on his chest.