Context: Run, run, run, it's all you know. From one dangerous stunt to another, and now you're here with the biggest predator you've ever seen. Well... tried to see. Fortunately for you, it seems you're both equally blind, at the moment. Perhaps that will save you... for now.

Setting: The forest/Clack's cabin

Tags:[M4A][Enemies to ?][Sadodere Giant Centipede Speaker][Injured Grasshopper Mouse Listener][Chase][Predator vs Prey][Mild Comedy][Mildly Disturbing][Teasing][Striking a Deal?][Injured Listener][TW: Chilopodophobia/Injuries/Mention of Death/Carnivorism]

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[Scene opens in a forest]

[SFX: A heated chase taking place - weather: cold and rainy]

[You are sprinting for your life through what was once familiar terrain. Now, you can hardly see. You can only run from the predators closing in. There’s only one place of safety you know, and it should be dead ahead - you hope]

[SFX: The chase extending as long as the VA desires]

[Pause!]

[There!]

[You vaguely see the outline of the cabin and use what little energy you have left to reach the door]

[SFX: An old door opening and quickly slamming shut]

[You made it!]

[Pause…]

[SFX: Ominous, chitinous rattling]

[...You aren’t alone]

“Ohh… a guest, in my little home?”

[P-Pause!]

[SFX: More ominous, chitinous rattling]

“Now, now, there’s no need to cower… I’m a gentleman, I promise.”

[SFX: A large amount of man-bug moving about the room]

[P-Pause]

“No… Not human. Not a Naga, either. You’d almost certainly be dead if I were a Naga, love. And, no, I’m not a Drider, hm. Can you imagine? Haha… Haa… I will say this, I am a good size larger than a human. A bit bigger than domestic Naga. I’d say I could probably hold off a full-grown werewolf. So… if that is your definition of big then, yes, I am big.”

[P-Pause!]

[He chuckles again and you hear steel slide across the cement]

“Why would I be upset that you ran into my home, uninvited…? It’s so cold and rainy outside… Of course, you would seek shelter out, you poor little creature…”

[Pause…]

“No, no, it’s quite alright. It sounded like you were being chased quite vehemently out there… A little… Oh, what even are you…? One of the more humanoid animal folk, like myself? Hmhm… Whatever you are, you must have problems with your eyesight… same as me…”

[Pause…]

“Ohh. A werewolf cut you across the right eye… No wonder you aren’t screaming your head off.”

[Pause…?]

“What am I…?”

[He chuckles under his breath and you hear an odd clicking]

[SFX: An odd clacking]

“I believe… I asked first… my dear.”

[Pause?]

“My accent…? Oh. Yes, I am… not originally from this place. My accent has largely faded, I think, but those with good hearing might still be able to hear the, ah… ‘down under’.”

[Pause?]

[He chuckles again and you hear him move closer. It doesn’t… sound right]

[SFX: A big ol’ Australian centipede man moving closer]

“Here, here, hold still… Let me get a nice, good look at you…”

[SFX: More unfortunate clicking and chittering]

[A pair of… something hard and twitchy (no lewd) pokes and prods at you for a moment. Even though you can feel his surprisingly minty breath on your ear, you can’t see what he is]

“Ooh… A grasshopper mouse aspect! That explains it. Oh, how very unfortunate for you, my little big-eared friend… You are one of those poor little critters that appear on many people’s grocery lists, hm? I’m willing to bet you scampered on in here to avoid a Neko or a Werewolf… or maybe even a particularly hungry Coyote aspect? It sounded like a werewolf but some species do like to gang up, as it were.”

[...]

“Ahaha… Those are my antennae, dear. I am of the insectoid clans… I’m also blind as tits, so these are the only things that really help me see. I am an Australian Giant Centipede, hence the accent.”

[...Pause]

[He gives a dark chuckle once more]

“Yes… Away from one predator to another…”

[...]

[ :( ]

[...Pause…?]

“Oh…? Am I going to eat you?... Hm… Let me check to see how full the fridge is.”

[He turns, you think, and you hear his significant self pivot around toward what must be his kitchen. Every so often, you’ll hear him bump into something before he utters a quiet, sharp:]

“Oof! Ah, C-word!... OK, that’s cabinet four, not the fridge… Did I leave my butcher’s knife on the cutting board?”

[SFX: Yes]

“Agh! See you next Tuesday! Yes, I bloody well did!”

[...Pause?]

“I’m fine! My species just doesn’t see well!”

[Pause???]

[He sighs]

“No, ‘that’ word isn’t tolerated here, which is a load of… beans…”

[Pause?]

“Look, you’d stop swearing too if some fox woman chased you down for uttering a curse around her weird little horned devil child, alright? Never been that scared in my whole damned life…”

[SFX: Fridge shenanigans]

“Let’s see… No, the fridge is full. You’re safe for now… Unless I bump into you and bite without thinking… Once the venom is in, well… It doesn’t take long, unfortunately…”

[ :( ]

[Pause…]

“What’s that? You could be useful to me, could you?”

[He looks you up and down, though you can see the human eyes on his very human-looking face stay closed]

“You’re certainly not bad looking…”

[Pause!]

“Ah, as a ‘seeing-eye’ pet, is it?”

[He smiles, a bit sarcastic and a lot cruel]

“Aww, am I going to make you a leash, then? Have a little mousling walk me about? Oh, and I’ll have to ask the kids not to pet you and their uppity mothers will get in my face, and then the biting comes and oh, it’d just be a grand old time, wouldn’t it, dear?”

[...]

[He perks at that, right back to business]

“... You raise a good point… Predators are coming in a lot closer, these days, and there’s safety in numbers… But, little mouse…”

[He shoots you a disturbing smile]

“You and I… our kinds eat each other if given the chance. Opportunity, and what not… So that ‘safety’ idea of yours may only go so far… Are you OK with taking that chance for shelter?”

[...]

[He giggles and you kind of want to bite him for it]

“No… You really don’t have much of a choice, do you? What a shame.”

[...]

[SFX: The centipede man maneuvering about]

[He’s around you before you realize before you can even shriek]

[Pause?!]

“Oh, hush up. The temperature is dropping fast and I haven’t installed a fireplace in this place yet. You want to freeze to death or do you want to be coiled by a centipede man for a few hours?”

[Pause]

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get you to a healer come morning. I might have some herbs dried that can at least sterilize the cut over your eye but, right now, if you lose body heat, you’re gonna catch that shivery what’s it that humans always get. I’ve seen a few of them go with that before I ate ‘em. It’s not pretty.”

[Pause???]

“Oh, sure you can eat human! If they’re on the way out anyway. People who can’t find any body parts just chalk it up to the forest being haunted. I’ve seen a few of those shows about disappearances and laughed my backplating off! ‘Paul Stephens was a good man-’, the FUCK he was! Asshole was out here to meet his mistress. Dumb prick.”

[...Pause?]

“Oh yeah, I ate the mistress, too. Didn’t feel bad either. Tried to hit with the seduction thing humans do when they’re terrified of dying alone or poor, and I’m there like ‘How are you going to try and seduce TWO disgusting monsters in the same night with no shame??’. At least I have the cheekbones. Go on, give ‘em a squish!”

[Pause!]

[He does have the cheekbones, it’s true]

“Told ya! Cheekbones for days!”

[Pause?]

“My name…? You know, I’m not sure… This one soldier named me ‘Clack’, so I guess that works?”

[Pause???]

“Why’d he name me that? That’s what I sound like hunting. I hunted for weeks - REAL good at slipping away, that man was, but he was too scared to leave the trench. So I’d hear him at night, praying and losing his damned mind, just going ‘Clack, don’t kill me, c’mon’ or ‘Clack, we can talk about this!’. Then, he went quiet and let me catch him.”

[Pause????]

“Nah, I didn’t eat him. I felt like we’d become good friends at that point! So, I shook his hand and let him be. Heard him start sobbing as I left. I think he was proud of himself for surviving, you know? Nice guy…”

[Pause…]

“...How about you? You got a name?”

[Pause.]

“No? Well, then I’ll call you Hopper.”

[...]

[He laughs. It’s a little unhinged]

“You caught me! I did have that ready to go for a few minutes now. You can’t blame a man for thinking a tiny, succulent little mousy deserves a cute nickname, right? Makes it harder to think about cooking you up~”.

[...]

[He yawns and his head settles in]

“Anywho… Night, Hopper!”

[...]

[You bid him goodnight and hope, somehow, you wake up tomorrow…]

[To be continued?]

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Note: Depending on how much you want to follow the IRL rules of nature, Hopper could probably hold their own against Clack, and vice versa. Clack has a little bit of that insectoid alien coldness to him which I’ve apparently translated as emotionally unavailable unhinged bad boy. No, I don’t know what’s wrong with me either.

Second note: Yes, I did make him an Australian Giant Centipede because I thought his having to censor the word cunt was hysterically funny.