Chapter 5:You should return
Vaquero:SHI-Look out!
Tabias:Huh——!!?
The foggy, black tentacle swirls above Rosalind, Peter and Tabias in an unnatural way.Vaquero's scream was cut short by the sound of glass beginning to groan. The tentacles—suddenly become a cluster of flesh and bones while also retaining some of the black big—didn't move like a muscle; it moved like a frame-rate drop, stuttering through the air above them before returning to a muscles like movement
Peter immediately reached for his gun at the pocket and grabbed it in a swift,fast motion with muscles memory in a frantic panic and shot the tentacles
The moment the fast bullets hit the tentacle, it only phases through it.Trail of black fog only comes out from the other side as the bullet hits and then the tentacle begins to glitch violently in a grotesque way
Peter grabbed Tabias and Rosalind's hand immediately bolted out of the scene.During all the running, Vaquero's right hand began to melt and transform until it reformed into a gun.The grass and white lilies crushed as the three ran out of the greenhouse and after exiting it, Vaquero position himself in a defensive pose.Ready to shoot the creature
During all the glitching——The creature spoke in a distorted manner that barely coherent yet it's still somehow clear what it's saying
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Before it descends into an incoherent static noise
G̸͖̯̞͉̞̐̇̑̅͒̊̋̉́́͑̓̒̂̾̓̎̈͛́̽̕͘͠S̴̨̨̡̳͈̯̲̯̲͇̹̙̟͍̯̻̤̗̯͕͔͚̲̣͖͚̫̞̻̭̳̗͚̮̦̫̆͆̀̉Q̸̨̧̢̢̧͕̲̞̣̜̗͉̖̭͔̲̯̙̫̗̜͚̮̞̥͙͔̟̣̠͙̳̞̜͈̠̜̺̹̙̭̘̝̱̤̜̆͒̐̀́̆̇͒́͐̀̈́̓̐̿̂̈̅͋͗̋̀̎̿̎̀͋̓̊͋̊̎́̂̉̀͑̋̕͘͜͝͝͠͠ͅI̵̛̛̥̰̣͉͍̟̓́̊̋̀͆̎̽́̓͑̆̑́̏̌̑̐̍͗̽̀̒̓͛́̒͆͌̓̅̉̈̂̒́̒̽̕̕̕͝͠ ̵̨̡̡̻͈͎̜͉̼̖̺̗̰̤̥̱͔̙̮̘̠̫͓̱̦̙̞̗̝̤̖̟̥͖͙̼̗̅͋͗̽̈̉̒̍͒́̅̾̀̊̔̒̊͌́̔̔̚͘͜ͅF̵̧̡̨̨̛̬͚̱̬̝̺̬͚̘͎̳͍̔͋͆͛̓̆͗̋̀͒͆̊̍̈̄̾̓̾̃̌͐̃͛̚͘͘E̸̹̻̩͇͉͛̈́̋̉͆̓̏̽̌̄͋͊́͊͌̆̍͌̑͌̽̿̉͐̔̀͊͒̈́̋́̐͛͛̅͊̇̏́͛̏̀͗͝͠͝͠͠͠G̷̢̢̠̯̙̰̻̬͔͚̗͖̤͕̫̤̳͇̹̲̖̭͚͇̤̱͇̯̪͕͚̺̝̺̺̰̖̱̝̪̩̪̠̘͉̈́̐͆̅́̌̑̃̾̑̓̅͆́̎̈́̐̂͌̄̋̑̒̀̔̋̾̓̊͛͘͜͝ͅǪ̷̧̭̗͙̩̈́̀͐̆̒̌̾̆́̀̔̾̓͂͛͂̉̌́̚̚͜͝͠͝
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̵̨̨̨̢̛̛̦̯͕̺̟̝͚̄̽͐̎̂̿̌͌͋̍̈̂͑̓̎͌͂͒̑̆͆̂̈́́́̓͊̆̔̃͐͘̚͝͝͠͝͝F̵̨̧̡̫̭̗̫̹͍̜̱̣̩͖̠̟̙̯̬̭̥̯̻̮̞̙̜̭̥̤̹̺̙̘͍̞̺͎̦̠͓̩̮̠̝͆̈́͆͌͐̀͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅẺ̴̢̧̢̺̺̦͕̖͔͈̼̗̼̪̣̜͇͎̝̆̀͐͘G̴̢̞̫̲̩̙̳̤̲̏́̔͛̋͒̏̀̌͂͊̆͂͑̌̈́͝͝͝͝Ǫ̴̡̢̢͖̬̱̗̫̼̼̳̣͉̱̤̭́̅͊͌́̋̑̎͐̓͊͆̊̋̄͆̓̑̔̽̌̔̒̾̎̉̓̌͂̀̐͐͘̕̚͘͝͠͝͠͝Ģ̷̧̭͉̮͇͙̗͔̲̺̤̦͕̫̠͙͕̩͇̙͖̇́̽͛̋͊̽́́͝ͅS̸̨̨̢̛͖̻̯͕̠͇̦͉͍͍̞̪͍̩̲̯̭͚͖̜͙͈̥͙̯͔̤̺͇̘̬̼̰̹͖͋́̌͛͑̃̔̌̊̀̂̎́̍͊͆̄͐̎̐̋͋̇̿̇̂̃̔̋̋̊̇̊̒̉̅̉̐̔̕͘͜͠ͅͅͅQ̶̛͈͓͍̥͖͖̟͈̞̘̹͕͇͙̥̍̂̏̌̌͊̉͌̾̈̈́̓̀̓̈͂̓́̓̇͗̈́͂͊̾̓͛̏̀̓͂́̄̈͑͘͘͠͠͠ͅĮ̷̫̱̳̱̫̠͚͚̘̫̺̜̥̬̫͇̗͉͙̫̈̈́̈͛͐̆̿̈́͗͌̑̑̂̏̈́̀̆͋͒͐̍̀̋̇̆̃̽̈̌̚̚ ̶̢̢̹̲̦͖̮̯̦̱͎͚͍̖͓̲̬̥͗̈́̀̋̅̇͑͂̿̿̽̈̔̈͆̅̈́̀͊͋͂̐̃̀̊̀͛̈́̀̇̌̀̔̉͑̑̓͘͘̚͘͘F̵̛̺͇̘̯̥̞̺͎̬͚̥̪̟̳̲͍̉̂́̄́̉͛͗́̀͗́̆͋̾̈̑͋̊͊̔̓̕͘͘͠͠͠͠͠ͅĘ̴̗͙͔̞̱͕̰̫̗̝̲̯̩͑͗̅͊͒͗̔͑̋͌̂̇̐̇͊̅́̈́̽͛̈̊͐̈́̔̃̾͌͐̀̄͘͝G̴̢̢̢̢̨̡̤̹̫͕̹͍̦̥̩̱̮̯͖̫̗̬̤̥̞͖̮̫̳͖̜̺̬̗̟̓͋̆̑̅̑͛͛̑̋́͒́̊͆̏̐̎͒͐̽̊̾̌̽̆͊̀̍̂̌̂̃̅̀͂̆͑̽̈́̉́̕̚̚͠ͅƠ̵̼͚͚̯̙̳̙̜̦̘͗̾̈͑̈́̃͆̓̐̀́́̆̌͒͑͑̑́̋͋̉͂̌̌̅͆́̇̊̓̒̽̍̒̐́̃̂̒̇͘͠͝͝͠͠G̵̡̞͛̿̽̍̀̊̓̍̉ͅS̶̡̧̛̩̞̖̹͍̥̫̞͎̯̖͓͕͍͈͉͓̱͎͎̙̬̺͔̜̞͕̘̳̰͓͇̐̿̍́̓̀̔̏̈́̔̌̓́̆͛̊̋͑̍̊̽̿́̀̍͒̃̒̆̚͜͜͝͠ͅQ̸̰̰͓̋̏̉̓̈́̐̌͊̇̃̽͗͊̐͛͌͗̑͗̓̓̒̾͑̑̊́́̚͝͝Í̷̧̛̞̙̘͇̩̟̱͓͚͍̬̳̹̞̫̀̀̎̊̾͂͌̅̄̓̆̑̋͗͋̈́̎͒̋͆͊͆̈́͌̉̈̑͂̉͆̉̉͋̎͘͝ͅ 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Peter:Vaquero! What the hell are you doing? Shoot it alread-
One of the black tentacles burst through the glass.Glasa shards scattering everywhere before landing on the ground and then grab a hold of Vaquero left arm.A massive struggle began to unravel as Vaquero attempted to shake the black tentacle off
A stark array of light emits from the gun and smoke emits emit it.Before anyone realized, Vaquero pointed the gun at the tentacle and shot it to cut it.The cur was clean as butter but the now cut black tentacle that hold on his left arm begun to sake violently and begun to expand
Everyone is in complete confusion and panic while it's happening and Rosalind herself is utterly confused just like the two of what happening
Vaquero immediately grabbed it with full force and threw it like a baseball to the greenhouse.Glass shattered as it impact and then hit the black tentacle coming from the square hole
Vaquero had waste to time of immediately recharging his gun.Blue light Is emitted——Likely recharging his gun——Then the calming blue light suddenly turn into a energetic, angry orange glow that become a beam of light that hit the black tentacle frok the square hole
It was so blindingly bright,everyone, including vaquero, had to cover their own eyes with their hands as it was agonizing to look at
Before anyone can look at the result, the greenhouse completely collapsed on its own and then destroyed the garden with its glass
Everyone looks at the aftermath with shock, confusion and questions filling their mind meanwhile Tabias saw something in the rubble and despite his instincts of running, his curiosity and assumption that it's dead got to him
Tabias went closer to get a sneak peak to see if it was truly dead and at first, nothing happened but then suddenly one of the tentacles i burst at speed faster then anyone can processed and then proceed to make a small cut at Tabias screen at a unbelievably rapid, blistering speed
Tabias immediately backed up and in the result fell but just at that moment, Peter luckily caught him
Peter:Shit! Kid, You're okay?
Tabias:..Ye..Yeah..
Peter:Then why the hell did you get closer to the rubble!?
Tabias:(Surprised) I-i..Well
Peter:(Sigh) Doesn't matter..
The black tentacle then retreated in such sluggish movement, back to the rubble until it's the trail it left was the only thing left before it eventually dissipated to the air
Peter stood up, wiping grit from his palms onto his police pants. He didn't look at Tabias, his eyes were glued to the settling dust of the greenhouse.He then gently grabbed Tabias by the shoulders and try to examine the wound Tabias has.It was a tiny, white cut at his screen meanwhile Tabias felt guilt and regret for even approaching the rubble
Peter:So..Uhmn..Does it hurt?..Or..What?
Tabias:Well, us objects don't really feel "Pain" but we do usually feel a sharp sting
Peter slowly let go of Tabias and then dragged him to Vaquero and Rosalind
Rosalind:(Confused) U..Uhm..What just happened?
Tabias was about to explain but Peter cut him off, on a way to prevent him to exhaust himself more bir then Vaquero cut them off
Vaquero:Now, let me explain... So... basically, while the three of y'all were climbin' up out of that hole... somethin' was followin' right behind you. That... thing
Rosalind:I presume you refer to those formidable, ink-hued appendages?
Vaquero: Exactly
Tabias:Can we, like continue our journey?
Peter:Journey?
Tabias:I meant that, we can look for another strange place.This world is already weird so there's no doubt we will come across another strange thing
Peter:Mmmh..
Peter put his hand on his chin.His face is quite doubtful and curious before he looked at Tabias
Peter:Ehh, it's worth a shot.Oi Vaquero buddy, can you transform?
Vaquero:Sure can!
Rosalind:What do I pardon?
Vaquero uses his enormous palm to slightly and gently pushes Princess Rosalind to near Tabias and Peter for Safety for course
Rosalind:Mh!
Vaquero:You ought to be a safe distance away now, Princess
After that, Vaquero body begun to deconstruct and metal.The inclutals and metal in him melt together and destroy itslef until it become the SUV the two know (Exept for Princess Rosalind of course)
Rosalind:..I'm..So dearly confused..
Tabias:Don't worry ma'am, that thing is called a car!
Rosalind:A..Car? Is it more like a carriage?
Tabias:Well, i mean yeah but it's faster and more efficient
Rosalind:Mmh..Then I shall trust you then
Rosalind was the first who entered inside and despite being at unease, still went in and trusted the two.She sat at the far right side of the seat.Peter and Tabias then went inside, Peter went to the driver seat and Tabias went to the left side of the back seat
Then the tire began to create this screeching noise before it finally rotated at such blinding speed before Vaqueros speed himself like any vehicle
Rosalind:My goodness... what is this? I find myself overcome by a rather dreadful discomfort
Tabias:(Confused yet uncomfortable) What is it miss?
Rosalind:It is almost as though… I am quite overcome with (Cover her mouth with her right palm and) a bout of nausea..
Peter:(Look back with unease anticipation) Oh no...Do you need to get out?
Vaquero green LED eyes spawn at the windshield, his eyes are filled with concern and curiosity
Vaquero:Umm... Peter, mate, what in the world is she talkin' about
Rosalind:(Muffling) Pray, do forgive me... even back home, I've always found carriages a bit trying. This one, however, is quite... overwhelming
Vaquero is suddenly hit by a moment of realization..His eyes shrinked in moment of horror and unease
Vaquero:Oh, goodness no. No, no... Umm. Ma'am, I can surely stop if you're wantin' me to—
Rosalind closes her eyes and raises the right hand he uses to cover her mouth in reassurance
Rosalind:Oh, pray, do not distress yourself. I believe I might alleviate this discomfort with a small touch of enchantment
Tabias:"Touch of enchantment"?
Rosalind used the right hand she raised and pointed at her face.Then a gradual burst of green light is emmited to to from the point of her index finger.Everyones was at awe as the light dissapeared
Rosalind:Ah, that is much improved. I feel the unpleasantness has quite vanished now
Despite the aweness, Tabias was quick the first who answered her
Tabias:..I'm sorry but what just happened?
Rosalind:Mm? Oh! It was but a modest bit of enchantment, I assure you
Tabias: Enchantment? Im.. Confused..
Peter:To be honest, me too
Rosalind:In my realm, magic is a wondrous boon bestowed by the Heavens. It flourishes through the power of vision, making our lives quite graceful indeed.Its such a wonderful gift that my dear lover used to make me happy..
Peter:So basically, magic in your world relies on.. Visualization?
Rosalind:I do not quite follow your meaning, yet you speak with such certainty that I believe you have the right to it. Yes... precisely so
Peter:Huh..Neat
Peter looks in front again to the window and sees Vaquero Green LED eyes filled with surprise all a while his chest is filled with exhaustion and his eyes I clearly show that he is done by everything
Vaquero:Well, paint me red! I swan, I surely do wish we had some of that magic 'round these parts
Rosalind:Mmh? I beg your pardon? Do you truly mean to say... that magic is naught but a myth in your realm?"
Tabias:W-well..It's really complicated but the four of us, including you, sorta came from different realms or worlds and each of our world has different rules like me examples who're filled with identity vectors
Vaquero:Well, paint me blue! And me too! Alright then... I reckon I'll just head on back now.
Vaquero Green LED eyes closed at a fast pace and immediately disappeared
Rosalind:I..See..(Look at Tabia's neutral face)
Roslaind:Oh, heavens... has some injury befallen your face..How are you..Not in pained?
Tabias:(Point at the white scar on his screen face) Oh this? It isn't really painful.This is complicated but me and my people are really..Don't feel pain, just a "sting" .That's it
Rosalind:Let me just..
Rosalind points his finger at Tabias screen and then the crack sluggishly retracts until as if, it wasn't there anymore
Tabias:Wow! It's.. Gone! Magic really is cool..
Rosalind:Indeed..
Vaquero:Hey, fellers... take a gander at that hourglass yonder. I'll be dogged if it ain't startin' to glow like a prairie fire
Peter:Mmh?
Peter, Tabias and Rosalind's glance at the wind shield.Very far away, a singular hourglass begun to glow as bright as a fire that Vaquero described and then suddenly shoot up to the sky at such a blistering speed that it form a streak of light before vanishing to the sky
Peter:..Hope that wouldn't mean someth-
Suddenly something falls from the sky in an instant to Vaquero Windshield.Peter, Tabias and Rosalind were startled by the sudden sound of the object but the most startled was Vaquero who immediately opened his green LED eyes and it's clear, from his eyes, he was in a state of panic
The windshield didn't crack, let alone shattered due to Vaquero unique anatomy of Inclutals that is uniquely durable
The car swam around, constantly shaking the trio
Peter:Ah, shit! You two! Hang on the seat or anything else!
Tabias grabbed on the seat and Rosalind did the same as well before coming to a halt
Vaquero: Sorry y'all for swarmin' ya mates!
Peter:It's okay, we'll talk about that later.
—Rosalind and Tabias midn you stay here?
Rosalind:But...*Sigh* okay, I suppose
Tabias:What? But! *Sigh* fine..
Peter opened the door, the door created a slight creaking noise but it isn't as important as what he saw.The "object" was instead a human..Not just that but also a short girl.She is young, supposedly 15 from her height and body.She had wavy, silky white hair, his skin is surprisingly a light fawn color yet his face is a strong, distinctive yaeba even when unconscious.Her right hand is a metallic, almost sci Fi robotic hand but it's difficult to see due to the gloves.She wore a black, long-sleeved that cover her stomach, a yellow scarf with 2 white, circle patch on it from each ends, a black vest, a black belt with yellow pouches, black shorts with yellow flowers, black leggings, and boots
Just like the rest, she wasn't even hurt when she fell despite the immense force that he fell but she is quite unconscious
Vaquero opened his green LED eyes at the windshield and stared at the 15 year old with curiosity and confusion
Vaquero:Did..Did the 'ouse glass jist...
Peter: We'll talk about that later.Damn it, another one?
Peter gently put his two hands under her torso and quietly went inside of Vaquero again but then put her in the middle of the back seat and he sat at the front seat
Peter:Hey you two, I'm asking you to take care of her, okay?
Tabias:Yes, sir
Rosalind:Mmh (nod)
Vaquero:So, I'm good to hit the road again, mate?
Peter:Yep
The wheel rotates again, the surface of the wheel rubbing between the surface before taken off in a blistering speed
Tabias put the seatbelt on the unconscious girl in the middle just so she wouldn't fall to the floor
Tabias raises his hand with a will of curiosity and desire to queastion
Tabias:Can we question now?
Peter:Yes
Tabias:Did The hourglass.. Teleport the girl?
Peter:Ehh, it seems like from what happened earlier
Rosalind:Peter... do you suppose the hourglasses in this forlorn world were the very things that... summoned us here? But for what purpose?
Peter:...I don't know, okay? We are suddenly in this world because of some unknown reason but I REALLY hope we can find answers here.. Hopefully
The atmosphere feels tense as the presence of the girl and what happened earlier suggests that..Those hourglasses have something more to them then meet the eye..