>>6082714>>6082241>>6081068You consider Smiley. The sentient ball of rot with a toothy smile turns towards your presence, grinning its usual macabre grin. Then you <span class="mu-i">Cut</span> Smiley, reducing him to a sad pile of ooze and teeth. Then you take the abundant rot all around you and spin it again into more grinning slimes, a total of five. You study them for a moment, but they seem relatively unconcerned by the violent death of their parent.
Your mind drifts back to the mushroom you created once. What was it, a bit of moldy bread and eggshell? The eggshell had not seemed particularly important, but the mold of the bread. Could you <span class="mu-i">cut</span> apart the mold and the bread? You call up the bread, a blue fuzz covering it, and focus your attention for a moment, willing the concepts apart.
<span class="mu-i">Your Control has increased to 10</span>
There is a flicker of red light, and you suddenly have stale bread, and a clump of blue mold. That could be useful. You spin together mud and rot and the spores, and little clumps of blue mushrooms lined with red pop up from the ground, bobbing in the mild breeze from the outside. They didn’t seem particularly dangerous though. You scrounge around in your Contents, a black glove, a rat corpse, a loaf of fresh bread, bugs and water and dirt and a single remaining ember of <span class="mu-r">Wrath</span>. That should do the trick.
The mushrooms quiver and jerk, then beneath the skin a network of veins spreads, the blue color shifting to violet and the caps bulging. Your other creations keep their distance.
“C’mon! C’mon! I swear I saw it go this way with a loaf of bread. Straight into the sewers.”
A pair of humans step into the sewers. Talking. Young, male, large but not fully grown you think.
“A hand. Made of dirt.”
“A mud hand! Classic monster. I'm telling you it's a dead give away. There's one in there. A young one we could tame.”
One young male stares at the other for a moment. “You're fucking stupid.”
Their bickering continues as they blunder forward and you consider your options, even as your creations collectively growl and start toward the intruders.
> Drive them off without killing them, revealing as little as you can. > Lure them in and murder them.> Attempt to capture them> Write in