... : Day ???
... Oh goody. Another nightmare. This one was... Worse though.
At the Ice Hut, Sif opened up her Safe, and donned her Fossil Armour once more. She poured her Buffs into her pockets, and went on down to hop on the Subway Express.
I sighed, and curled up the the greatly convenient Cart. Yup, at the Edge. Yup, out came a Dolly. And down it went... Fwoosh, up in a puff of smoke.
*It* came.
Sif began to slowly trundle off to the West, Javelins flying as she chugged down Buffs. The Hungry little mouths couldn't reach, Sif had a much better time aiming, and most of the Lasers missed completely. Apparently, *It* was too stupid to aim properly...
Or it had had enough.
Either way, That is how it went. Zooming along, Javelins stabbing into *it*, a Health Potion to top up when needed. And she was going fine. More than fine. It could barely even touch her, screaming loudly.
By the time we reached the Central Shaft, *it* was getting faster. I felt the need to look up, to Home-Tree... And I felt sad. I don't know why... Or, well... I didn't...
Bored, I peeked over the brim of the Cart, and stared *it* in the eye. And what I saw haunts me...
The eyes weren't angry. They weren't hungry. They were scared. They remained firmly locked onto the Cart, a faint sheen of tears visible. How.... Why would *it* cry? And then I looked closer.
It's eyes were brown.
It was only the faintest of rings, the pupils were so big. But it was there. A calm, welcoming brown. Like the Dirt of my burrows, from long ago. The brown of Home-Tree, which has guarded us well.
The same brown as Maxwell's eyes.
I hid back into the Cart, heart pounding. No. Impossible. Sif wouldn't do that. *It* wouldn't be attacking us, even if she had...
But wait. *It* wasn't angry. It was scared, and sad. Like it had no control... Like me, when the moon turns red.
Anyway, back to the fight. No BAMs occurred not even one. Something about them in the other Nightmares had seemed... Off. Like they shouldn't happen. Sif's reflection in the Mirror had always... Flickered, warped. Into a different being, one with a crueler smile... No way she would look at something so Horrifying.
As Sif hurtled closer and closer to that other Edge, she began to fidget, trying to aim past the Hungry mouths that kept popping off. Her Potions were also no longer keeping up, *It* had grown strong from it's wounds, eyes growing clouded as that sadness no longer kept *it* back.
Sif toughed through it though, and just threw more Javelins.
And it was enough.
With a great, sickening, squelchy tearing sound, *It* collapsed into little chunks, leaving a little cube of Crimson Bricks. And an eye landed on top, shining clear for one moment... Relieved.
I shivered then, and I shivered now remembering it. Sif chugged a Potion, and went to the cube to crack it open. There was a Baggy inside, which she scooped up before using her Cell to go back home.
I scampered off immediately, trying to find Maxwell. I need to know he is safe. Sif just watched for a second, before turning away quickly as if hurt. No. It's impossible.
I didn't find a Maxwell... Just an odd burn mark somewhere on the floor. Must have been one of Dias's Bombs... Must have. Sif sorted through the Baggie's contents, as the sun rose higher... Bringing something new.
A weird Mushroom person moved in, called himself Pordini. I didn't care, still don't. He moved off to the little Hut in the Mushroom Ledges, alone.
Sif pulled up all her old Crates she had never opened, and went on a spree with them. She made an Oricalcum Anvil, coated a Hellforge in Adamantite, and made a new Drill, Helmet and Chestplate out of Titanium. She was muttering the names of the metals with a small smile, I had no Maxwell to tell me instead... Still don't.
Sif is getting ready with her new gear, about to go to the Minecart Express... I am shivering on yop of that scorch mark. This must still be a nightmare, somehow. One long one, instead of lots of little ones. Yes, that's it.
Wait!
I think I see Maxwell approaching!
Oh good... Maybe it wasn't a Nightmare~