If he played his cards right and didn't startle them, maybe he could get on the strange being’s good side. The dumb kid from the town proved that well enough.ĭeciding that he had no other option, Drifter continued forward. Just because the being was small, didn't mean they couldn't royally screw him up. The sharp object strapped to their back didn't help his nerves. He wanted to help however, he had no way of knowing if this strange being was hostile or not. He felt a strange sort of pity for the little thing. The only question was if the little one didn't know this fact, or if they did but had no other way out…ĭrifter stayed behind the wall. Drifter only needed one look to know why the wall was too uneven and didn't have the structure nor support to allow the creature to climb. The hook dislodged itself with the movement, and the little one fell. Using the hook as a grip, they swung upwards. The little creature launched themself at the wall. The pinging came from the little tool they wielded, a small pointed hook. Their small cloak was littered with debris from what looked to be a cave-in. Their (at least what he presumed to be) head was stark white against the grey rocky wall. The source was none other than a strange, small creature. Drifter strode closer, wrapping a claw around a wall's edge and peered inside. His companion sprite did as well, taking the opportunity to hide underneath his cloak. Once the noise started to increase in volume, he slowed. It zipped around in the direction of the noise, helping give Drifter a better route to follow. His companion sprite must have heard it too. He angled his face in the direction of the noise, hoping to catch it once again. Right about when he was getting restless from being trapped inside the endless walls of the cavern, he heard the noise of an ever so quiet ping. Well… He glanced back at the silhouette of the thing. He didn't stick around long enough to get a good look, but they seemed to be a type of large insect. Every so often he would catch sight of a small skittering thing. He followed the walls of the cave as they shrunk into claustrophobic hallways. The companion sprite beeped around his shoulder, sensing his stress. He didn't have a map before Guardian, and he sure as hell didn't need one now. How could he not be on it? He took as deep a breath as he could without irritating his lungs. Wherever he was, he wasn't on the map that the Guardian had given him. He pinged his map, hoping for something to give him an idea of what was going on. It was a cavern of sorts, maybe even a small part of a larger cave system. It couldn't of course, being as small as it was, but it was the thought that counted. He pushed himself to his feet, his sprite hovering behind him as if to catch his fall. Forget about the practical uses of a companion sprite, Drifter would have kept one around for the company alone.
Once satisfied, it hovered closer and nuzzled his claw. It beeped at him, taking the time to float around him to check for injuries and to connect back into his server. With a quick click, the sprite’s motor’s whirred to life. Only thing off about it was that his companion sprite was shut off. For now, he had to stay in the present, lest something strike.Ī quick run through his inventory showed nothing amiss. If anything, wasting time on those worries would get him nowhere. Memories of the Jackal and hallucinations of the Judgement flooded his mind. If his headache and any past experience had something to say in the matter, black and pink were not comforting in the slightest. He groaned, pulling himself off the rocky ground. The little he could only came up in flashes of pink and black.
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