Realizing that the the deep and penetrating sense of dread had finally left his psyche alone, Ihsaan attempted to wipe his now wet and salty face. Being a very level-headed person, he decided the best way to go about this was using the arm with all the spikes on it. His swearing as a graze opened up below his eye was drowned out by the overwhelming voice in Ihsaan's barren mind-space.
"YOU FRIEND. YOU NO HURT ME. I FRIEND YOU. I HELP YOU,"
These almost primal words reverberated through Ihsaan's skull. It seemed to originate from the only thing that was holding the 'island' together. The tree.
"What. How. Who are you? Am I crazy?"
"I NO NAME. I HOLD LAND. I PROTECT,"
"Fair enough. Your name is Hannah now." said Ihsaan whilst pinning his Hannah Montana poster on a spike he conjured from the tree bark. A similar spike appeared on his foreleg.
"You're the best of both worlds, bud, never forg- Wait, what the-"
The destroyed abyss around Ihsaan was restored in a synchronous folding motion.
"That's a relief. Anyways Hannah, how's your day been?"
"CLIMB. NOW. I PROTECT,"
"I don't think we're quite there yet-" said Ihsaan scoffing at the tree as a massive tentacle grabbed him from behind. It wrapped around him or, rather attempted to. The large spike that weighed the brown child down skewered the tentacle and Ihsaan was showered with tentacle fluids.
"I TOLD YOU,"
Ihsaan merely sighed and collapsed on the collapsed tentacle.
"I'm not sure I even want my soul anymore,"
"YOU FRIEND. YOU NO HURT ME. I FRIEND YOU. I HELP YOU,"
These almost primal words reverberated through Ihsaan's skull. It seemed to originate from the only thing that was holding the 'island' together. The tree.
"What. How. Who are you? Am I crazy?"
"I NO NAME. I HOLD LAND. I PROTECT,"
"Fair enough. Your name is Hannah now." said Ihsaan whilst pinning his Hannah Montana poster on a spike he conjured from the tree bark. A similar spike appeared on his foreleg.
"You're the best of both worlds, bud, never forg- Wait, what the-"
The destroyed abyss around Ihsaan was restored in a synchronous folding motion.
"That's a relief. Anyways Hannah, how's your day been?"
"CLIMB. NOW. I PROTECT,"
"I don't think we're quite there yet-" said Ihsaan scoffing at the tree as a massive tentacle grabbed him from behind. It wrapped around him or, rather attempted to. The large spike that weighed the brown child down skewered the tentacle and Ihsaan was showered with tentacle fluids.
"I TOLD YOU,"
Ihsaan merely sighed and collapsed on the collapsed tentacle.
"I'm not sure I even want my soul anymore,"
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