Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


December 5th 2017 in Microfiction

The berglek threw them into a corner of the store room, tightly roped together. “Mrrg sshng!” it grunted, slamming the door as it left them behind. “Too right,” Viper said softly, testing the knots, trying to move her hands. “Mrrg sshng. My thoughts exactly.” “Ouch. This could be going better,” Smite muttered, the coils biting into him sharply as she moved. “Sir, would you mind? You’re committing a personal space violation,” she mumbled, thinking she almost had her left hand in a usable position. “Don’t start,” Smite responded, giving her a warning look. “Concentrate.” “Mom, he’s touching me,” Viper said in a whining whisper. “Mommmmm … !” “DON’T START!” Smite sputtered, trying not to grin. “You are going to get us killed.” “Bad touchy,” Viper continued softly, making a face. “SUCH BAD TOUCHY.” She freed her left hand completely, the metal nails starting to make quick work of the next knot. He looked away so that he would not start laughing at her maniacal grin.

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