03-19-2020, 02:37 AM
CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
The whirring of machines was never ending and the rumbling of the ground made the air vibrate. Near impossible flying conditions. Clony would manage. It hadn’t meant to stay in the land of Infinity for this long. It thought that it could see the trees of a different land just up ahead. What land? Clony didn’t know, but could only hope that it would provide refuge, if just for a few days. Stupidly it had tried to take a shortcut. It had seemed like a clear pathway right towards freedom. The path was lined with metal, Clony observing while it hovered. If it took this path, it could reach that odd looking forest before nightfall. Clony hated traversing the Badland at night. It became harder to see what was coming and traps became near impossible to avoid.
In the dusky light of an afternoon filled with smoke, Clony let itself drop down to near ground level. Large feathered wings stretched from a round, fluffy body. Silver eyes were focused straight ahead, lazily moving along. The past area had been filled with radiation and its fur burned from brief contact. It would survive. It was only in its nature to continue to spite all the traps and difficulties created specifically to strike it down. As Clony flew through the narrow corridor, though, it heard a sharp noise sound behind it. Turning briefly, Clony realized the source of the noise. The path that it had elected to take? Clony swiftly realized that it was a trap. It was filled with Replicants. Duplicates of itself that were not Clones - for Clony could not speak to them - and were certainly evil and it knew they were evil for the color red flickered where silver normally should be. Only having one eye, too, was equally as obvious of their evil intent. These were Replicants that Clony had only seen a few times before, ones that spar out black smoke and was covered in spinning saws. It didn’t truly know how to outpace them. With less than pleasant flight conditions and the whirring of a saw blade at its rear, it became clear incredibly quickly that it did not have the time to figure out any way better than to fly straight and fly fast.
Silver eyes squinted against the haze of the mechanized land of Infinity’s air. Wings flapped furiously, propelling the dark fuzz ball forward. It could hear more Replicants sprinting to life. The ceiling and floor were laced with them, ready to sputter into the air when triggered by movement. Clever. Clony could be clever too. It could see some fuzz up ahead - a batch of its prior selves clustered together. It raised up into the air and flung itself into the batches, springing to life many clones of itself. “FLY!” Clony screeched to the clones to wrangle them to the severity of the situation. This was life or dead and Clony certainly wasn’t about to pass up the slightest amount of aid. With a sudden burst of creatures, the Replicants had many targets. Some were flung backwards and the gut wrenching noise of fur and bone against saw blades sounded. It made Clony wince, but it was better than itself getting sawed up again. The Clones slowly diminished in numbers as the flight continued. The Replicants heavily outnumbered the Clones and Clony, sawing each and every one of them down.
The narrow metal pathway began to narrow severely. It was pin sized, and the Replicants wouldn’t fit - neither would Clony. It would smash into the walls and be slain when it bounced back into a massive wall of whirring and flying blades. Clony barely had enough time to forcefully shrink itself through the hole. The Replicants slammed into the wall, shredding the last of the Clones. It left Clony as the only survivor. Typically that was how it went, but it didn’t ease up the basic gut wrenching feelings by any means. The mechanic noises died down, and Clony had to screech to a halt after all of its brisk flight. Many silver and white eyes peered out of holes, frightful of the small creature that had just barged in. Clony continued slowly glittering forward. Exhaustion was creeping in. It passed through another narrow opening, then allowing itself to return to normal size. It could see a nest, and a glowing white rabbit perched above. The rabbit didn’t say much to anyone; it certainly didn’t have anything to say to Clony. The creature fluttered on into its glowing red nest, huddling away like the rest. A little rest was all it needed.
Pop.
Clony was used to being in weird bodies before. It was used to being turned into a wheel and a box, usually. Both had their uses, but Clony certainly preferred being a box over being a wheel. Boxes were immune to saws, which Clony found nice considering the absurd amount of saws it had just finished flying away from. Groggily it slowly began to shuffle up into a sit, wings flapping madly to aid such an action. Their head felt heavy, and Clony became increasingly aware of how segmented their body felt. “Where... where is-” It began to question, head swiveling rapidly around. This wasn’t even close to where they had been previously. This was no giant tree, no forested area. Those were mountains. This was a mountain range. Wobbling, Clony rose up into a stand for a brief moment before promptly collapsing. What had happened? What absolute oddity of a form was it in now?
Shaking its head, Clony decided that it would be far better to be airborne than stuck on the ground. They struggled with moving fluffy wings, now covered in far more feathers than what was normal. Floppy ears were raised and perked. The bat like creature struggled, trying to get up into the air and simply could not manage. It knew not of how to fly with suck a wonky, heavier, segmented, and bonier body. Clony previously had been sitting but it’s sharp thrashes causes for it to collapse back onto its belly. “Is anyone there? Hello?” Their voice was not carried by noise, but instead a deliberate intrusion into the mind. Clony spoke after hearing movement, their white eyes flickering rapidly about to try and find the source of the noise. Surely no Replicants would be this determined, to saw the black fuzzball before it had even managed to move. Although Clony supposed that machines really couldn’t have a sense of determination. Its chest heaved rapidly while it grew accustomed to having lungs, and feathered wings moved to help lift the bat’s face from the ground.
//last two paragraphs are the actual joining - random large bat just appears and instead of verbally speaking, is talking mentally, and can’t seem to get up.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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