07-03-2013, 08:50 AM
Pokk,
the Evil Dust Mite from Under the Kitchen
So there was this house on some street. This house was like any other house, on a street like any other street, in a city like any other city, in a state like any other state in a country.... well, you get the idea. In this house like any other house on a street like any other street in a city whose name you can’t know was a family that was seemingly normal. Yep, your average, everyday, normal family. Average, other than the fact that they have turned a blind eye to the homeless man who took the liberty of moving into their house.
They have never tried to make contact with him; he just lives on the stairs that lead to the basement and takes food whenever he pleases. He looks like any other man from the gutter, from the ragged cloths to the filthy skin. One difference between him and, well, anyone else, this man has the word “Ladel” carved into his forehead. This is assumed to be his name.
One average day, the family sat together at the kitchen table, enjoying breakfast. Ladel was making a peanut butter and butter sandwich when he felt a repeated tapping on his right leg just above the knee. He looked down to discover toy soldier after toy soldier being flung at his leg. He then discovered the source of this barrage was a large millipede. This millipede wielded a toy soldier in each leg, leaving only two on which to stand. These plastic figures would appear from no where when he threw them, allowing him to further hurl them at Ladel’s right leg, just above the knee. You can imagine the pile of toy soldiers that quickly accumulated.
“Why are you doing that?” Ladel asked. If, of course, the family acknowledged his existence, this would be the first time they heard him speak. However, they kept right on eating.
One has to wonder why he even spoke to it. Whether or not he was expecting an answer, he got one.
“I am Sud, the evil millipede. My evil power is toy soldiers; they can never leave my legs so I learned to walk with just the two. To some this is viewed as a curse, but I’ve been known to give quite a pummeling with my infinite supply of plastic doom! My attack comes with a message: your days of residing in this domicile are numbered. You have been warned, wicked Ladel!”
Sud no longer spoke to the man. He continued to make toy soldiers persistently projectile.
Ladel raised a curious eyebrow at this. The contemplation of stepping on it crossed his mind, but was interrupted when he felt something hit his chest. There, at the other side of his neglected sandwich, stood a rat on his hind legs. In one paw it held open a large sack that contained the proportionate bean bags it threw at Ladel with the other paw. When Ladel finally noticed it, the rat began yelling and pointing at the man, then gesturing towards the sink. This continued for a minute or so, then the rat continued to throw tiny bean bags.
So many things confused Ladel. Why could these creatures speak? How could they hold things, let alone throw them? Why did the rat speak Russian? Was the family really ignoring this, or was it not even happening? Light headed, he had to lean against the counter for support. The constant bombardment form both things were inconsequential to him now. That was when a small chunk of the kitchen floor exploded upwards.
A light emitted from the hole, but was soon cut out by a shadow. Clawing could be heard, as whatever made the light dance climbed its way to the surface world. At last the first limb emerged. It had the appearance of a spider’s leg, only this one came to a sharp point at the end. This was followed by another, and the combined strength of both finally pulled the full form out.
What it was further defied all laws of physics and reality. A dust mite, enlarged to roughly the size of a chipmunk, pulled itself from the opening. It shook off dust from its tunnel and gave off a scream that was far too pathetic to follow such a dramatic entrance.
“Bwah! I am Pokk, the evil dust mite. I come to give you a message-“ it didn’t get anymore out, as a toy soldier hit it directly in the face.
”Hey, whoa! Shut up!” Sud yelled. “I already went though all that. And who invited you, anyways?” It threw another toy soldier at Pokk, with noticeably more force than he used against Ladel.
The rat joined in on assaulting Pokk and taunting it in it’s angry language.
“Get out of here,” Sud said. “No one told you to come out. And stop going on with that evil stuff. You know you’re not evil. You’re stupid.”
“I’m evil,” Pokk said. “Please, just let me prove it!”
“Alright,” Sud said. “How would you deliver your message of doom to this marked one?”
“Through a mean letter?”
“Get OUT of here! That’s stupid, you’re stupid. No one likes you! Go!”
The two creatures continued to belittle and attack the dust mite until it retreated back into its hole. Who can say how long it’ll wait in the darkness for some sort of acceptance from it’s peers, or if it will ever even come?
“What is going on?” Ladel yelled. Trying to understand all this was hurting his head. He felt faint. In another moment he may just collapse, but he won’t be granted that moment.
“Oh, yeah. You,” Sud said. ‘You know, we were supposed to explain what is going to happen to you. You probably could have avoided it, but we’re out of time. Thank Pokk for that one.”
As if on cue, the drain to the sink opened to the size of the entire basin. Ladel and his sandwich were vacuumed in instantly. His journey took both a. instant and a lifetime. What met him at the end was a realm of unimaginable horror. The same twisted minds that would torture him to the doors of death also held superior medical knowledge that will bring him back to life. These horrible inhabitants of this strange, terrible land will continue to destroy Ladel mind and body just to rebuild him for as long as they please.
After the sink closed back down to size, and Sud and the rat retreated to wherever they came from, all evidence of this strange occurrence ever happening was the hole in the floor. The father filled it in later that day and replaced the surrounding tiles, but no one ever said anything about it.
As for Pokk? Oh yes, Pokk. Under this kitchen is where it will remain, waiting, never really admitting to the hatred and rejection expressed to it.
~Gahmstead
the Evil Dust Mite from Under the Kitchen
So there was this house on some street. This house was like any other house, on a street like any other street, in a city like any other city, in a state like any other state in a country.... well, you get the idea. In this house like any other house on a street like any other street in a city whose name you can’t know was a family that was seemingly normal. Yep, your average, everyday, normal family. Average, other than the fact that they have turned a blind eye to the homeless man who took the liberty of moving into their house.
They have never tried to make contact with him; he just lives on the stairs that lead to the basement and takes food whenever he pleases. He looks like any other man from the gutter, from the ragged cloths to the filthy skin. One difference between him and, well, anyone else, this man has the word “Ladel” carved into his forehead. This is assumed to be his name.
One average day, the family sat together at the kitchen table, enjoying breakfast. Ladel was making a peanut butter and butter sandwich when he felt a repeated tapping on his right leg just above the knee. He looked down to discover toy soldier after toy soldier being flung at his leg. He then discovered the source of this barrage was a large millipede. This millipede wielded a toy soldier in each leg, leaving only two on which to stand. These plastic figures would appear from no where when he threw them, allowing him to further hurl them at Ladel’s right leg, just above the knee. You can imagine the pile of toy soldiers that quickly accumulated.
“Why are you doing that?” Ladel asked. If, of course, the family acknowledged his existence, this would be the first time they heard him speak. However, they kept right on eating.
One has to wonder why he even spoke to it. Whether or not he was expecting an answer, he got one.
“I am Sud, the evil millipede. My evil power is toy soldiers; they can never leave my legs so I learned to walk with just the two. To some this is viewed as a curse, but I’ve been known to give quite a pummeling with my infinite supply of plastic doom! My attack comes with a message: your days of residing in this domicile are numbered. You have been warned, wicked Ladel!”
Sud no longer spoke to the man. He continued to make toy soldiers persistently projectile.
Ladel raised a curious eyebrow at this. The contemplation of stepping on it crossed his mind, but was interrupted when he felt something hit his chest. There, at the other side of his neglected sandwich, stood a rat on his hind legs. In one paw it held open a large sack that contained the proportionate bean bags it threw at Ladel with the other paw. When Ladel finally noticed it, the rat began yelling and pointing at the man, then gesturing towards the sink. This continued for a minute or so, then the rat continued to throw tiny bean bags.
So many things confused Ladel. Why could these creatures speak? How could they hold things, let alone throw them? Why did the rat speak Russian? Was the family really ignoring this, or was it not even happening? Light headed, he had to lean against the counter for support. The constant bombardment form both things were inconsequential to him now. That was when a small chunk of the kitchen floor exploded upwards.
A light emitted from the hole, but was soon cut out by a shadow. Clawing could be heard, as whatever made the light dance climbed its way to the surface world. At last the first limb emerged. It had the appearance of a spider’s leg, only this one came to a sharp point at the end. This was followed by another, and the combined strength of both finally pulled the full form out.
What it was further defied all laws of physics and reality. A dust mite, enlarged to roughly the size of a chipmunk, pulled itself from the opening. It shook off dust from its tunnel and gave off a scream that was far too pathetic to follow such a dramatic entrance.
“Bwah! I am Pokk, the evil dust mite. I come to give you a message-“ it didn’t get anymore out, as a toy soldier hit it directly in the face.
”Hey, whoa! Shut up!” Sud yelled. “I already went though all that. And who invited you, anyways?” It threw another toy soldier at Pokk, with noticeably more force than he used against Ladel.
The rat joined in on assaulting Pokk and taunting it in it’s angry language.
“Get out of here,” Sud said. “No one told you to come out. And stop going on with that evil stuff. You know you’re not evil. You’re stupid.”
“I’m evil,” Pokk said. “Please, just let me prove it!”
“Alright,” Sud said. “How would you deliver your message of doom to this marked one?”
“Through a mean letter?”
“Get OUT of here! That’s stupid, you’re stupid. No one likes you! Go!”
The two creatures continued to belittle and attack the dust mite until it retreated back into its hole. Who can say how long it’ll wait in the darkness for some sort of acceptance from it’s peers, or if it will ever even come?
“What is going on?” Ladel yelled. Trying to understand all this was hurting his head. He felt faint. In another moment he may just collapse, but he won’t be granted that moment.
“Oh, yeah. You,” Sud said. ‘You know, we were supposed to explain what is going to happen to you. You probably could have avoided it, but we’re out of time. Thank Pokk for that one.”
As if on cue, the drain to the sink opened to the size of the entire basin. Ladel and his sandwich were vacuumed in instantly. His journey took both a. instant and a lifetime. What met him at the end was a realm of unimaginable horror. The same twisted minds that would torture him to the doors of death also held superior medical knowledge that will bring him back to life. These horrible inhabitants of this strange, terrible land will continue to destroy Ladel mind and body just to rebuild him for as long as they please.
After the sink closed back down to size, and Sud and the rat retreated to wherever they came from, all evidence of this strange occurrence ever happening was the hole in the floor. The father filled it in later that day and replaced the surrounding tiles, but no one ever said anything about it.
As for Pokk? Oh yes, Pokk. Under this kitchen is where it will remain, waiting, never really admitting to the hatred and rejection expressed to it.
~Gahmstead