‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Merrin asked when he walked into his room.
The usual mess of his room was even worse. It looked almost as though a storm had thrown every single one of his belongings across the circular space. An inky black substance was smeared across all of the walls and up the curtains.
The storm in question was currently a blur of black through the space as he ran laps around his room. There was a trail of ink following him around as he bounced off the walls.
At the sound of Merrin’s voice, the creature stopped dead in its tracks and perched on the edge of the cracked wooden desk. The paper that had been neatly laid out on it had been strewn across the room. Its torso was stretched out, tearing apart at the waist and connected only by black sinewy strands that looked as though they were rotting away by the second.
Its horned head tilted at a neck-snapping angle. Two swirled messes were painted where eyes should have been, the light emanating from them obscured by the constant dripping of ink from its body. Strands of that strange darkness wrapped around and dripped from the curved horns atop its head. Jagged lines cut across the bottom half of its face, a poor imitation of a mouth that was etched into every corner of Merrin’s brains. Its jaw hung open just a touch; wet strings stretched taut to the point of breaking as the corners of its mouth twitched.
‘You heard me,’ Merrin said and crossed his arms over his chest.
The creature didn’t so much as flinch, but its neck snapped back into place with a loud squelch and it reached down towards the floor with its talon-like fingers. It picked up a couple pieces of paper and carefully put them back on the desk beside it.
Merrin rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him.
He picked up the cushions that had been on his bed just a few…
[to be continued]
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