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Here’s the start of a new WIP–working title “Discovering Gremlins,” because I’ve shared about as much as I can of King Under the Mountain. Looks like urban fantasy so far, though I’m not yet sure where it’s going.
Previous snippet: “She’s with the servers,” the man pointed down the hallway to the right, then his chair wheels squeaked over the cement as he retreated.
Seth offered a “thanks,” in return, not certain it was heard, as he got no acknowledgement as he passed cinder block walls punctuated with creatively defaced motivational posters. He strode down a hallway of cubicles to one side, and closed doors to the other, and soon enough, he heard the hum of the servers, a bouquet of flashing lights painting the walls with dots of color.
“Harry?” he called out.
Something crashed a row over, so he rushed towards it, sure to find Harriet Pham there, screwdriver in one hand, energy drink in the other. Another crash followed, and he picked up speed as he rounded the corner of the aisle, concerned.
The polished toe of his shoe caught the raised root cable that had escaped its duct tape restraints, and he banged his head on a cardboard box on the way to the floor. Clutching his head, he groaned, and stayed down, eyes clamped shut against the starburst dancing across his vision until the wave of pain drained. A shadow wavered on the closest server, and he squinted, starbursts dancing across his eyes when he tried to sit up.
The shadow wavered, and resolved into the ugliest thing he’d ever seen.
It was a humanoid, about two feet tall, with long spindly arms and legs, covered in gray-brown, warty skin. Its six fingered hands had an extra finger joint , and those claw tipped fingers were currently buried in the guts of a server box, wires spilling everywhere. Crouched on the floor, it glanced at him with sideways-pupiled eyes, then away.
Then it stiffened, as it realized he was staring at it, and emitted a screech like nails on a chalkboard.
“I heard a crash,” a voice said, and Seth turned to look. There was Harry, and when he glanced back, the horrible creature was gone.
“Oh, Harry, I was looking for you, and I tripped…” He pushed himself to his feet, using the same box that had tried to scramble his brains for support. Rubbing his head, Seth glanced doubtfully at the servers, but nothing was there. He must have imagined that ugly monster.
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Not entirely sure what this one is about. Scary gremlins, and an office job. Something’s going to happen to Seth Montgomery, for sure.