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He went to the train station once the world ended. It was underground and it seemed rather protected by anything, of course there was the problem of the ceiling collapsing on him if there were to be a bombing outside but the tunnel was rather stable so all in all it seemed like a rather good idea at the time.
Of course this was before he knew what was hiding in there, the whole place was rather abandoned to say the least. He didn’t see anyone down there and that should’ve probably been his first sign that something was wrong, then again he hardly ever saw anyone anymore so…
It’s probably fine.
Right?
Time seemed to pass slowly from the next few days or maybe it all blurred together, days to nights he never went up to the surface too often, not like it mattered anyways. They didn’t really have a sun so night seemed to come whenever they allowed it to. He didn’t know what they were, no one did.
Until he did.
There was a crash, something that stood out so starkly against the typical quiet that he was used to. Something that made him jump a little when he heard it. He’s never seen anyone here before, he didn’t think that people were still hanging out around the subway. He didn’t think that people were still there in the first place.
“Hello?” he asked, his voice stood out from the usual quiet of the subway and echoed throughout the tunnel. “Is anybody alive out there?”
No response, of course there would be no response, what the hell did he expect-
“Hello,”
He didn’t know much about anything anymore. Not since the world ended but the moment that voice spoke he knew who it was.
A monarch.
The voice was cut and glitchy almost as if it had learned it from the screams that filled the Earth when they first came out. A morphed sense of a voice from many frightened ones. It was cold and apathetic.
Just his luck.
Just his fucking luck.
He turned around, faced with too many eyes staring back at him and getting closer and closer by the second. He would’ve ran but it seemed pointless by now, he couldn’t really do anything right now could he?
“H-hi,” he replied, why the fuck did he reply? Actually, why isn’t he dead?
He felt the monarch surround him with its body closing in but not exactly touching him, not yet at least. “What is your name… human?” it forced out of its… it doesn’t really have a mouth does it? Its speech is broken like before, robotic.
When he doesn’t answer right away he feels something sharp touch his back, it doesn’t draw blood or tear at his clothes, but it threatens too.
“I’ll call you Mole, ”
Mole… what was his name?
“Do you know what I am? Mole, ” He repeats the name, and it plays over and over again in his head. Breaking into his brain and running through his thoughts. He barely knows what they asked but he shakes his head ‘no’ anyways.
“A monarch , a ruler of the world and all that is on it. My siblings and I– own… everything…” Its voice continues breaking and he finds that all he can really do is nod at its words, it’s better to not piss off a monster… a… monarch .
“Y-yeah um, that sounds about right,” he tried to smile but he didn't think it worked out very well as the eyes seemed to stare at him the same way as before. Emotionless and cold. Although there was something else in them that he saw for a moment.
Intrigue.
“You’ll be… entertaining,” he feels the coldness of the body press against his skin suddenly as he looks into the purple eyes of the monarch, staring, and staring, and staring, and…
What’s going on again?