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A strange man caught the corner of their view, and Etho’s dishwasher had the instinctual urge to consume. The waffled hair man sidestepped his leap but didn’t seem to run. He clearly didn’t have any survival instincts.
It was time to finally get a meal – he was so hungry. No one ever got this deep in his dimension and they were starving. This man just looked so appetising. Besides if he wasn’t going to run away, it was just survival of the fittest.
He seemed to be speaking about something or other, but he couldn’t understand them. They were too busy trying to chase him, even if his little ability to survive seems to have kicked in. He was slowly moving backwards but not far enough to avoid him.
What was he doing anyway?
They were heading away from the outcropping he lived on and were instead going to a shining purple portal. He had only seen a few in their life, and it fascinated him to a point. The swirling purple pattern was so interesting, and it was glowing like the deep purple eyes of their Gods.
Following this strange man through, Etho’s dishwasher became slightly more suspicious as they were transported to a strange house. They had never been here before, and they’d never even seen anything like this. Still thy followed though, desperate for a meal.
They were so close to catching up to them as the almost fell down the stairs, their sweet looking skin right within their reach. Once again they missed however and had to keep running. This was going to be worth the journey, but it felt so long now.
He was right there, in a strange decoration in the wall, when he turned around quickly. Etho’s dishwasher wasn’t the most agile, and they were shocked when they turned around and bounced straight into a solid wall.
The waffle man peered in curiously, as Etho’s dishwasher pounded against the wall. Why did he follow him all the way through the portal?
Etho’s dishwasher hated everything as their body started to slam into the glass.