93: A King's Grudge

Delta pursed her lips.

“If I find out that the stealing-eyeball thing is real, I am going to make you wash your hands before we talk again,” she warned but the Menu simply vanished.

Delta let out a sigh and she stretched, looking up.

She froze.

“We’ve been noticed.”

“Perhaps she doesn’t see us? We could be that well hidden?”

“No… she’s seen us if the rising keening noise is any indication.”

“… Quiet. This is our first impression.”

A nearby hill moved and Gnashly woke up. She yawned and looked around.

“Where’s the chicken? What’s screaming?” she demanded. She looked over and paused.

“Oh… well, Nu’s in the dog house,” she mumbled. Delta stared up at four looming figures and her vision flickered under her shock, causing their forms to flash as if orange lightning was in the background.

Four faces. Only one of them close to human.

One peered down in the most hideous bat like snout Delta has seen. The next one she thought was a bird until she saw the wide dark eye sockets.

A doctor… a plague doctor stone face. The last of the monstrous visages was something like a dragon but deformed.

The leader, as the rest looked up to him, crossed his arms. His hair was wavy and dark… his chest defined… his eyes deep and… brooding.

“We’re thinking of the ‘Stoned Four’!” the bat one sounded pleased. The rest all made noises of disgust.

Delta closed her eyes. Opened them. Breathed.

Then spoke.

“I am so getting sued,” she declared.