"Mhmmm. Now show me where this so called information is because from I can think of this isn't any where close to what I remember it being." Vermur scoffed as a small moment of silence hang in the air.
And just when he thought to call out to the vouce again, whatever that was to, "He-"
"Hraaa...."
A shrill yet low growl lingered from behind him.
His eyes shot wide open as panic etched upon his face. His head snapped and his landed kn what seemed to look like the same damn problem all over again.
He thought that he had thrown it off. Scared it even. But he was-
"Hraaa...!"
Far.
Stomp!
Far.
"Grrraa..."
Far from right.
'Dang it dang it.' He thought as his palms unconsciously folded into fists. His knuckles quickly drained of their rich earth color and paled into a pale brown color.
Vermur looked at his fists. They were clenched. Not because he was ready to go hand to hand with this beast. But because he felt as if he was supposed to holding something. But what? A weapon? But from where? And would it hold against this beast whose aura dripped down to floor in a hazy black hue and whose body was seemingly shielded by the endless layers of fur that covered it from head to toe.
Vermur felt new feelings. Panic. Fear. Desperation. Annoyance. Confussion and hint of anxiety from all these emotions he felt rushing in to him all at once. And without end.
He eyes were fixed on the beast's and so were its own. Filled with bottomless darkness that Vermur just could make sense of he wondered. Could this thing be... prematurely grown?
Because for all he could remember... he never remember eyes looking as dead as this beast's.
But bewildered to him, the beast didn't care. For it had one purpose in mind. In its body. In its nerves. Coursing through its very being. And that was-
Stomp! A thunderous stomp blared out as Bermur momentarily snapped out of his daze.
Swoosh!
He looked back at the oyster that had... swiftly disappeared into thin air.
Thumb, thumb. He stumbled back twice but not falling.
"Huh?"
He hummed in confusion as his head snapped not looking but snapping to every direction in his line of sight.
He took an offensive stance with his left pushed forward and his right straight lying pushed back. His senses sharpened. His mind cleared. His breathes thin once more as to only get the purest of oxygen supplies from the cold blurry air that surrounded him.
His skin tingles. His vision sharpens as well. As he looks around with his left and right hands held out with clenched fists that weren't to hold something.
But what?! Did he know what it was, no. Did he know how useful it would've been right now. Yes, and to some certain extent, but right now...
Tat, tat, tat!
He hand no time to wonder on that because he was about to get-
Swoo- Bam!
"Cough!!!"
Boom!
The beat down of his life.
A force. Strong. Sudden. Unseen yet it it squarely connected with his ribs from right send him flying into of snow of rock that was was equally battered from the impact of his body on to itself.
His body had hit the wall just about three feet high. And so, he fell sled down gravity catch onto his weight and fell onto the ground.
"Cough!"
He coughed. And vomited saliva rather than blood. As odd as this was, even to him. The beast didn't care. For it had one goal and one only. And that was to-
"RAAAWR!"
Stomp, stomp!
Swoosh!
'Hch, again?! Wh-where is-'
Vermur saw the beast disappear once more. He was ready to take an offensive stance but... his right side of his ribs. Were utterly minced. He looked down helplessly his eyes devoid of any care or resistance stared down blankly as his mouth gapped open slightly as saliva slowly dripped from his lower lip. He looked a doll. One that was old. Discarded because of its lost value and yet.
This doll was aware. Un fairly so. Why? Because this doll knew that its value had long been lost and that its disowning was all part of an cycle that would soon come to end. But... it never knew that it heading a place where those with lost value were given back their value and could be treasured once more. The doll was happy and naively so. It longed to have vlue again and so went with others that had lost value to the place where it could regain it from.
On the way, the doll met others that had lost their value, bottles, cutlery, glass, tires, rubber toys and even plastic dolls like itself.
But there was something wrong. The others they weren't happy. Some were sad. Others were just silent. Other looked at the doll with mix of pity and annoyance. The doll. He wondered what was wrong. And how everyone to could be this way when they were on their way to be given new value.l and be cherished again so why? Why were they this way?
The doll hesitantly opened its mouth and said, "Why- why are you ha-"
"Uhhh.You must be a newbie around here."
One green empty bottle said.
"Yes, i think this was made using multiple components so much so that... it lost all saved value."
'Saved... value?'
"What- what are you guys going on about?"
"He he he... to bad... oh so pitiful. You don't what happens when u get in here new scrap?" A shattered bottle asked and the doll looked at it in shock as gazed upon it fear.
"Yah. Look at me like that. Just how they all do. When I get broken...."
"With fear."
"Poor one. Since we don't got a lot of time to spare you any chit chat I'll give you the gist about what's gonna go down soon." A small doll that missing its arm and leg and chewed at the chest spoke with condolence and exhaustion laced in its voice.
"You see, this thing we're moving in tight now is called a garbage truck. And do you know where its taking us?"
"To-to the place where we earn our value back... r-right?"
"Yes, correct. My friend but... do you know how we earn this value back?"
The bigger doll shock its sideways in response.
"Don't worry my fellow discarded because I'm here. To tell you about this thing called... recycling and reformation."