Another one gone. This one had the Claws, and the great fleshy Beast assimilated them and the dead Seeker's body. It's enormous body writhed and faded into a mist, lifting up through the ventilation and out of the house.
Now the chattering directions began, and Muramasa raged within it's mind.
"--now son, these nanobots will take hold of whatever--"
Mommy used to say good night but she doesn't anymore. It's dark and it's cold and it's scary and it's ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY. Now the chattering, always the chattering and the chittering and the WHY WON'T IT SHUT UP? SHUT THE FUCK UP?!
Muramasa's body flew through the air, the tiny mechanized servants that made up it's being, giving out directions quicker than Muramasa's brain could process them.
If I listen will the chattering shut THE FUCK UP? Maybe if I do what they ask they'll SHUT THE FUCK UP? I'lld follow them so they'll SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
"--no Daddy, please I don't want to be angry, stop what are you doing, N--"
ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY
Mommy's such a bitch, where did she GO?!
"--it is for your own good, son, I promi--"
And now the great Beast tumbled down, down, it's body whole and physical again, as he landed with a crash atop the tallest mountain in the world; Mount Everest. Still the chattering did not cease, and Muramasa's brain was filled with contempt, hatred, rage at the beings which controlled it's every action and reaction.
There was a moment, as Muramasa raised it's oversized arms above it's head, of pure silence. Then it erupted into a deafening sound, just as Muramasa's thoughts screeched as well.
"--he experiment is almost complete!! Son, what are you- oh no please, Jerem--"
ANGRY
GODDAMMIT THE OBJECTS
NANOBOTS
WHY FATHER?!
AAAAAAHHH
On it's face, the space where Muramasa's mouth should have been seemed to tear open, in a tongueless, toothless maw ripped across it's face.
The robots, nanobots, which scittered across its body and composed and recomposed it's flesh, screamed out in rage. They did not want Muramasa to stall, for their addiction to Objects ran just as deep as any human Seeker. Thus, Muramasa's cry echoed for miles and drove birds near the mountain insane.
Then it was chattering, mist again, and Muramasa was off for it's next Object of the Flesh. The purest, most primitive and base emotion coursed through it's veins along with the microsopic nanobots. It drove Muramasa, relentlessly, with one simple mindset.
Anger.
And right now, the great fleshy Beast had a target for it's rage. A certain god-king of flesh and steel and bone had dared to stand in Muramasa's way.
This, would not be tolerated.
