Hiatus

|| Hey so uh

imma be heading on an indefinite hiatus, idk when imma be back.

|| and with Zalgo threatening to capture Ben in an inescapable pocket dimension

itishelldivingtime-

He. . .has no base. He just returned, but since he had just confirmed that he is one of that fool's little slaves. . .

He might as well start a little 'collection'.

"Who and or what in the name of anything burning right now are y o u?"

He grabs it once more by its neck, lifting it up.

"An insult that he may only recruit the weakest and horrid of creatures from this planet." He snarls, throwing the creature up into the sky.

And up. . .
And up. . .
And up. . .

"There you a r e."

A warmth was felt radiating off of Zalgo as he watched the creature run.

It seems father and son reunion is delayed for a moment.

His figure distorts slowly overtime, and as he takes a step, he vanishes.

"Already his agents move against me it seems. . .It's a shame they are not competent."

"You, a half breed of a species I have ravaged down to merely a few in number to prevent hope from reaching the human species, wish to join me?"

He quickly reaches into the snow pile, and yanks out. . .

Some hairless creature, the greyest skin he had ever seen with metal blades for claws. The creature looks about as shocked it had been found out so easily, like a cat startled by a noise.

"I have my doubts any of them still live in normalcy after my raid in Heaven, as the weaklings call it."

"Oh I do-"

-thud-

Something in the snow had bumped into the warlord's leg, prompting him to look down.

It was someone under the snow. . . for some reason using a turtle shell as a way to listen in.

". . ."

"Then it seems I must find a lead on such a human, if there is one, on this planet."

"He allowed you to leave his side in his eternal fight against me?"

Has he gotten weaker, or was Slender truly going native on this planet?

"And if these 'restrictions' upon you were lifted?"

"So you haven't encountered a Seer on this planet? That would prove finding it. . . difficult."

"The wall cracked, I have now doubts Gorr'Rylaehotep could banish me back to that accursed fortress dimension anymore. Tell me, during your hauntings have you encountered any humans that seem to be. . .gifted by any chance?"

A light twitch of his face and it brought Gold back to where he once was. He would rather not deal with someone that acts akin to a trickter god. . . Again.

"And why would I give such information to someone that maybe working for Gorr'Rylaehotep?"

He turns to face this new voice.

"And who are you?"

"Of course the humans named him that. They never were that creative."

". . .Is that the new name he dons on himself? Rather a crude name."

"All without spilling a drop of blood. . .impressive. Is that damned scholar still on this planet I take it?" He asks, still remembering the last two times that faceless coward had beaten him.

Curious, given the circumstance of self.

"And you have been successful in such actions?"

". . . I take it there is an explanation as to why there are still so many humans left on this planet?"

Always to business. Normally such an question is with a tone of annoyance or disappointment, but he is rather curious as to what one of his creations have been up to.

No words, he is now trying to get used to the feeling of being in such a form.

It feels. . .alien to him. It feels degrading.

a drawing of a man with red eyes and a red moon behind him ALT: a drawing of a man with red eyes and a red moon behind him

This human form would do. . .

For now at least.

|| I maybe stupid

|| SO I MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT I HAD A BLUESKY-

As the pod's door began to open, a harsh metallic scrapping noise is heard as the pod door flies off and crushes a few humans, flying right past Steven.

It would seem Zalgo is very v e r y angry.

He knows one of his nemesis' little "pets" are in here.

The question is where.