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- >you are an organism residing on the plane of physical existence
- >as your mind does not function by human standards you have no means by which to narrate your existence
- >for simplicity's sake we will assume that you exhibit human-like sentience
- >you are a spider
- >you live in a beautiful tree in the middle of an equally beautiful forest
- >your late husband impregnated you against your will the other day
- >he was delicious
- >unfortunately this means you will have to relocate
- >your delightful home is not properly equipped for the millions of tiny spider spawn you will have soon
- >you are contemplating your next move when your spider equivalent of ears registers some unusual noises
- >"Ooh, pwetty wed tingies on twee!"
- >"Aw nummies? Need nummies fow babehs!"
- >these noises sound somewhat familiar
- >some large, bright orange creatures with big sticks were passing through a few weeks ago and were making noises like these
- >your husband recognized the noises and called them "humans"
- >these sounds are different though, more high pitched and simple
- >you do not understand them anyway
- >against your better judgement you slowly creep out of your hollow home and into your depressingly empty web
- >six brightly colored creatures sit at the bottom of your tree, they do not seem to notice you
- >they are very strange and you have never seen anything like them before
- >your husband would probably have known about them
- >perhaps you should not have been so hasty to devour him after the mating
- >one of the creatures is slightly swollen and has three smaller creatures curled into its fluffy coat
- >though you do not know these creatures you surmise the small ones are offspring
- >they are still far larger than you so you settle down and watch them for a while as they do not appear to be a threat
- >with your hyper-advanced spider eyes you note that the offspring have small odd protrusions on their mouths
- >they are not unlike your own fangs though of a much lighter color; this piques your interest
- >one of the creatures sniffs at the nightshade bush next to your tree
- >"Mmm, wed nummies smeww pwetty an' sweet!"
- >the creature chomps down on a mouthful of berries from the bush, chewing them happily
- >"Sewfis fwuffy take aww nummies! Giv to mumma fow baybeh miwk!"
- >the swollen one barges through the others and devours most of the berries, prompting the others to follow suit
- >these berries have been a great detriment to predators
- >you climb down to the bush a few minutes later and inspect the situation
- >all of the creatures are lying mostly dead on the ground
- >a sickly green fluid is bubbling up from their throats
- >you climb up onto the swollen one making sure to avoid the toxic slime flowing from the orifices of her face
- >as you expected the three offspring are still asleep in their mother's fluff having not eaten any berries
- >you slowly approach one of the dozing fluffies and inspect its face, prodding it with one of your forelegs
- >the creature's eyelids slowly rise and it lets out a long yawn
- >it looks around momentarily before noticing you and bearing its fanged teeth in a wide smile
- >"Mumma, new fwuffy fwiend hab lotsa leggies! Hewwo new fwiend!"
- >the unexpected noise and a faceful of fluffy breath has thoroughly startled you
- >you lash out at the creature, driven by an instinctual urge to protect your unborn offspring
- >your fangs and pinprick legs slash bloody lines through the thin skin on the foal's face
- >you appear to have ruptured one of its fragile eyes as it begins gushing blood
- "Owwies! Mumma hewp! Dawk! Huwt! Mumma!"
- >the foal shouts incoherently for a few seconds before falling silent from blood loss and your potent venom
- >unfortunately its tirade has caused the other fanged foals to awaken aswell
- >"Why lowd?" "Mumma!" "Hungy!"
- >their noise and sickly sweet breath agitates you further and you quickly silence the other foals in similar ways
- >with the loud noises finally silenced you now have the patience to inspect the teeth of the dead foals
- >sure enough, each one has small rounded fangs of varying size protruding from their tiny mouth
- >you did not observe this on the mouth of any of the larger fluffies, this is quite the oddity
- >the smell of foal breath still lingers
- >you try to wipe it off by running around in the dew-slicked grass
- >you can still smell it, but it's not from you
- >it's coming from somewhere else
- >your spider sense tingles and you decide to investigate
- >you trek for many spider-hours across many spider-miles
- >about six minutes and ninety meters
- >when you finally arrive at the source of the odor your eight glorious eyes behold a sight like nothing they have seen before
- >a severely malnourished foal looking to be from the same pack as the three you just saw is lying in the grass
- >its head is being held up by two massive fangs far larger than the ones on the previous creatures
- >its outer fluff is a dark grey and matted down with dirt and excretions
- >flies buzz noisily around its barely decomposing remains
- >it is perfect
- >now that everything is finally prepared you settle down for a rest
- >you're much more tired than you think you should be
- >you devoured the maggots in the foal's eyesockets and deposited your eggs
- >they will be warm and safe in the cranium of your final home
- >its imposing fangs keep away predators
- >its decomposing remains attract prey and can even be used for food in some of the softer areas
- >though it is physically impossible for you to smile you can't help but feel a sense of spider satisfaction
- >as an endless sleep overtakes you you contemplate how this mysterious creature has helped you without ever knowing it
- >with your last thought you wish to silently thank these unknown creatures that have become your best friends
- >you can't actually do that though
- >you are a spider
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