AN: 5:50 PM, November 3rd, 2018. Ok, so, I haven't so much as looked at a work document in what feels like months. Now, instead of getting back to my old stuff, I'm writing something new. As usual, a SI. I really need to do something else one of these days, but I have a fondness of fix-fics in general. Oh well. Hopefully I mange to get back into the swing of things soon. Now on with the story!

POV: ?

It was dark. What little light there was filtered through small holes in the roof. The roof was held aloft by massive tree like pillars, as numerous as the redwoods in the forest around the campground my parents always forced me to go to when I was younger.

I Moaned at the back of my throat, my head pounding. Even as I did so, a rumble like two massive boulders grinding together echoed around me. ?

I looked around from where I lay, but for as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but more of the same. I felt light headed. I couldn't focus. Were was I? What was this? I didn't know, and those thought left me mentally exhausted.

I raised my hand to my head, the motion seeming oddly slow and sloppy, like I was under water. As my hand fell across my forehead, I noticed another anomaly. It felt as if there was an additional layer between on my skin. You know how when you have some tight fitting clothing on and you run your hand over it, you can feel the cloth indenting? Well it was like that, only with something denser, like leather.

Pulling my hand away, I found that there was some sort of bone white glove, or gauntlet upon it, with pointed fingers, bladed like knives. I stared at my hand for a good few minutes, examining every detail. My gaze flowed up my wrist, to my elbow, and further to the shoulder. All cloaked in black.

I gazed down, looking at my body, still splayed on the ground. Pure black robes, white shoes. A hole in my torso. I tried to jump to my feet, but the action was slow, weighted, and the way the air flowed around my limbs felt wrong. As I stood, I again raised my hands to my face, running my bladed fingers over the hard, yet sensitive material. What I found felt like a hockey mask.

What was this? What was going on? My mind, it couldn't take it! I felt drunk, or sick, or sleepy, my mind wasn't working in its usual manner. What was this? What was this!? Suddenly, an odd feeling awoke in me, like someone had suddenly ripped out my guts, but there was not true pain. Only emptiness. I reared back my head, and screamed a scream that shook the world.

POV: 3d person

Hueco Mundo, the hollow world. It is cruel place, devoid of any semblance of law, beyond survival of the fittest. The inhabitants of this world were the hollows. Spirits who had, for one reason or another lost a part of themselves. Something at the core of their existence, who spent the entirety of their horrible afterlives eating their fellow souls in a forsaken attempt to fill the hollow voids were they once had hearts.

And now, a new one hollow had now, though some abnormal means, come into this forsaken world. But, like its appearance in this world, it was different.

In the forest of menos, it stood stood. Like all Gillians, it was tall, roughly seven stories tall. Its figure was somewhat more humanoid than most menos, the figure cutting a rough rectangle, with a definable neck area that lacked the usual spikes. The most outstanding feature of this paticular hollow, was the head. Surrounded by a large hood, the creatues mask was a simple reverse teardrop shape, with two roughly triangular holes showing unfocused, golden brown eyes.

One feature, above all others, stood out. The mouth. Now, as creatures forced to consume others simply to continue their meagre existence, the mouth was a vital part of any hollow. Thus, see a hollow with a honeycomb like gap in their mask instead of of a mouth was quite shocking.

This particular hollow wandered, seemingly aimlessly, around the forest, eyes ill focused. Breathing deeply, yet never seeming to exhale. Every so often, it would form a cero in its hand, and then stair at it for a few minutes, as if enamoured with the deep red-purple glowing sphere, before swiping its hand and firing it.

After an undetermined amount of time, the massive creature paused, and stared of into the distance, before beginning the walk in a certain direction. After a few seconds of walking, the creature stopped, and stared at its own feet, before shifting its gaze to its own hand, staring at it as the hollow moved the limb back and forth, listening to the wind whistle as the bone white, clawed apendage displace the air. Suddenly clenching its fist, it whipped its fist through the air.

It continued to stair, before repeating the motion, each time the lib moving faster, as the limb took on a barely noticeable glow. After a few minutes of this, it stopped entirely, and turned back to . . . wherever it had been going.

It started walking. Slowly at first, but as it continued, it began moving faster, footsteps that had once taken several seconds to complete, now taking but a single second, and the rate only increased, until the pounding of the menos feet came like the pounding of a jack hammer, the massive hollow covering several times the length of its own body with every second that past, the "trees"of the forest bluring as the massive entity passed, any unfortunate enough to be in the way it went through, without so much as slowing.

As it, ran . . . no, juggernauted forward, it would let out a, "puff, puff", every fiew seconds. Like its pace, this grew fast and faster as time passed, until the truth of this sound was revieled. "huff . . . huff . . .haff . . .haff . . .haa . . .ha . . . haha . . . ha,ha, ha, haa,haaa, haa, hahhaahahahaaahaaahaaahaahaahahahahahahahahahahaha!

A mad sound, half laugh and half scream echoed out of the black robed beings throat, the formerly dead eyes of the hollow now filled with glee as it surged towards its target.

After several moments of this, the hollow finally found what it sought. A herd of other gillians, several dozen in fact, moving at a rather slow rate in the opposite direction.

As it approached, several of them turned to face him, some slowly tilting their heads as if curious. However, this brief moment of calmness was summarily shattered as he reached them. Not slowing in the slightest, the abnormal menos crossed it's arms before it's slammed into the others, sending the first four or so completely flying into the others, never once ceasing to crackle.

However, that was not enough to cancel it's momentum, and it continued to crash through them, only stopping once it had blasted its way to the very end of the herd, leaving just under half of them on the ground. As it came to a stop, it grabbed the nearest menos by the back of its head, and with a vicious yank, slammed its face repeatedly into its own mouth-area. However, it's attempt to eat was foiled by its own mask, and the only result of it's actions was large cracks flowing through its victims mask.

After a few seconds of this the hollow stopped, staring at its victims brutalized face, pupils shrinking until they were but dots. It began to be breath deeply, exhaling for the first time since it entered hueco mundo, panting massive breaths as it allowed the pitiful creature in its talons to fall to the ground, flopping like a rag-doll.

Still breathing heavy, it slowly stood to its full height, starring down at the broken form at its feet, before slowly turning its head to look around itself. It saw that some of the hollows it had knocked down had climbed back to their feet, and that they were all staring at him, eyes distant. As it watched, they slowly began to advance towards the abnormal hollow.

Its gaze shifted back and forth along the shifting wall of black, as they enclosed on it, but it made no action to stop them. It's inhaling grew louder, and louder, until the hollow faced towards the roof of the cavern . . .

"AAHAAAAAAAAHAHAHHH!"

. . . and unleashed a bloodcurdling scream that had sent ripples through the air, staggering the ring of its fellows surrounding it and knocking several of the only recently righted hollows back off their feet.

It screamed for several seconds, until, as suddenly as it started, it stopped, leaving the hollow staring wide eyed at the roof. Then, with a sodden motion, it's gaze returned again the the menos laying broken at is feet. As it stared, it's pupils began to expand, consuming its entire eyeris, before suddenly going slit-ted like a lizards.

Falling to it's knees, the a abnormal began clutching at the hollows face, ultimately finding a grip on the oversized nose normal to menos, and with its other hand, pried open the creatures mouth. Placing its own face over the gillian, the hollow inhaled, the rush of air into its grated maw howling. Slowly at first, the broken masked hollow began to shiver, and it began to clutch and struggle against the one holding it down.

It move faster and struggle more violently, even as red, flame like energy began to flow from its open mouth and into the other hollow. However, its struggles appeared vain, the red continuing the flow, now leaking from its eyes, and the cracks in its mask as well. Finally, with shudder, the flow stopped, and the lesser menos stopped moving.

Almost immediately, the suction stopped. The abnormal hollow slowly rose to its full height, the broken . . . thing collapsed on the ground at it's feet. It's mask seemed even pailer, its eyes were even more distant and dead, and even the black of its robes seemed . . . lesser, than before.

It's gazed shifted. Looking around itself, it saw that all the other gillians stood around it in a ring, shuffling as if nervous never looking away from the abnormal who had just sucked on of their own dry.

The two groups continued the stare at one another in silence, for a moment, before a familiar sound rippled through the air.

"Ah . . .ah . . . ha, ha ha, haha, hahahahah, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA . . . !"

AN: 2:20 AM, Nov 7th 2018. Ok, so, I wrote 70% of that in the past three hours. I am now tired. I hope you like what I've written thus far. I go sleep now. Goodbye.