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The mutation of the earth had left a rash of rubble scattered in its wake, between the water and the wrath a single puddle of shadowy water had slipped along a last living drain into a blocked off vent. Smiley grin mocked an egg yoke as it flushed against a pile of stones. It's smile was disguised in its gradual rotation from the occasional bubble of tar popping from beneath. The rocks of his teeth started to separate as a large, pulsating bulb of black blew up with to the size of a balloon from within, getting bigger with each moment before it popped with a loud, gasping, groan.

[i]"Uuugggghhhh......."[/i]


The Demon has been melted into a oil spill; quickly falling into the gullet of the drain pipes one drop at a time through the tiniest gap left in the scattered rocks. His teeth split apart and quickly clattered against the rocks as the waves of his own flesh splashed upon the white chunks, draping their near perfect color into a moldy stain. A dance of bubbles popped out and broke over and over, each releasing a small orchestra of wallowing wails from somewhere deep in the sea.


[i]"Too much..." [/i]

the voice escaped a popped balloon again. His voice box, wherever it was now spoke under the tide of his own form.


[i]"Just..too much...it isn't worth it...not even a wish..."[/i] 

His voice had a plead, a plead to the only thing to look plead to. The sky above.


A rumble in in the discarded denchers hit it from beneath. A knock from inside some deep basement against his own broken mouth. The clatter of calcium rattled into the air, each second it got harder. The teeth now talked.


[i]"...A wish..machine..." [/i]

It worded it as the teeth got whacked by some invisible force from within and each hit like dice against each other into that wide grin. A wide grin that was now standing up and not floating like bodies in the water anymore.


[i]"...A...wish...machine....?" [/i]

A new bubble had risen with the teeth glued onto it. It grew bigger and bigger, swelling like a wart from the cement itself. A pollution of pus that was not going away. It's sickly colors danced against the sun with the same toxic complexion of grease that rolled over the smooth oval of it. The transparency hardened more and more as it expanded to the size of a torso, lifting the grin up off the floor and 2 feet in the air.


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"......No wish is worth it....." [/i]

The grin remained, it still smiled up to the heavens with once again clear jaws. A long wire whipped out from the steam of his goo, quickly fattening like a hose pumping lard. A group of claws spiked out and hit the floor, following by the same from the other side that gripped the rubble itself. As he pulled himself out his feet kicked from the water as if it was quick sand and slapped against the floor. 


"No. Not when reality provides much better..."


Where there once was a puddle the grinning Demon now stood 7.5 feet tall...



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