Chapter 2 - The goopy one and ops
goopy ones, little but oho.
You really can't help yourself.
You stare. And stare some more.
The black goopy thingy is, if you have measured right, ca. 3-4 inches tall. If it would rise all four tentacles in the air, then it would seem even larger. A defense mechanism similar to that of the peacock. But to you, a person who is 63 inches tall it seems really tiny.
Doesn't stop it from holding your neighbor in a death choke.
It also has a amazing set of lungs and apparently an unlimited source of energy for its tiny stature.
Because it has now screeched without pause for over 2 minutes. The screams seems to be born from frustration and annoyance rather than more are added and it tightens his tentacles once again.
You can fullheartly understand the goopy ones feelings.
Snapping a neck shouldn't be nearly this hard.
Ah, damn and it seems your neighbor has registered you. Impressive, considering the fact that he is currently fighting for his life.
His watered eyes stare pleading at you.
Damn, you have to do something!
You look at your options.
FIGHT ACT MERCY
You chose ACT.
"Nice choking technique you got there. What a lovely shade of blue his face turned. One more minute and he's dead."
At least you hoped he would be.
The goopey thingy is apparently startled by your words. It jumps and his tentacles tightens further from sheer surprise. It's enough. You hear a snap and lifeless mudbrown eyes stare at you. Your neighbor is dead. Finally.
You hear a growling and title your head.
The goopey thingy has overcome its surprise and jumped off, one tentacle still holding the cooling corpse. The other three tentacles are rised in attack seems strong enough to pierce through your skin should they be shot at you.
It could also easily throw the body at you as a decoy to avert your attention and attack you from another angle.
You narrow your eyes.
Very smart, this little killer. And dangerous, so very dangerous...
How interesting.
You need to be really careful now, if you don't want to join your neighbor in his ' I'm forever dead to this world' game on the ground.
But despite just witnessing your neighbors death and the threat that poses his little killer to you, you can't stop a grin from forming on your face. This menace to society and your life is finally dead.
And you still have a last resort should it all go to hell.
But you wanted to solve this peaceful, So You need more infos for a plan.
You observe the goopy little thing further. There, barley noticeable is a little tremor in his steps. And why did it had so much trouble snapping the neck?
Only being surprised by you and flooded with adrenalin had, for a second, added enough power to finish the task. You had the fleeting feeling that the tiny goopied killer should normal be much stronger. So perhaps it was starving?
You looked closer at its tentacles. They seemed thinner, now more powerless.
You had enough information to make an assumption.
You chose ACT again.
"Are you hungry? Your chosen prey seems quite dead, but let me tell you this. Him? You really shouldn't eat."
You waited with holding Breath or its response.