My Worst Enemy Is the Person Next To Me [Moonshadow][Eevachu + Darth_Slaverus]

With their resolve unified at least momentarily, the two continued onward in pursuit of the rampaging metal machine in the distance.

. . .

It had grown silent. Rika was unsure how much time had passed since their last conversation- time was difficult to tell in this world, and as a Kokiri Rika generally paid little heed to something so trivial to himself regardless. The only noise to be heard was the occasional utterance from Rika or Flayre to confirm their location. No conversation, no other presences asserting themselves. It was typically how the Kokiri preferred things, but the drab bleakness of this nether almost drove him to engage in conversation with the Great Fairy. He had to admit that, despite how awful she was, the conversation with her was surprisingly pleasant and intellectual. In small enough doses, he may have gone as far as to say he enjoyed their dialog.

His physical condition, as of how, had been unchanged. The mercury-like sludge he trudged through seemed to do little to affect him, other than providing more difficult terrain to traverse. He was concerned the hue-drained Hylian soldiers were suffering side-effects of standing in this murk, but that did not seem to be the case, as Rika had been in it for at least as long as they had. What, then, could have caused it? What did it even do to them? Simply turning them monochrome seemed too childish an effect- more like a prank than anything, - so there had to be more.

That was when Rika’s train of thought was broken by the sound of a body erupting into pieces like an aqua grenade had triggered from directly underneath. Then another. They poured down like a torrential downpour of hail, threatening to crush whatever lied in their path.

Resting within, like breaking open a chestnut to get to the gooey center, were gelatinous blobs. Appearance-wise, Rika instantly recognized them as one of the most common enemies out there- ChuChus. They had the familiar, bulb-like shape, but unlike your typical ChuChu, they were. . . it was almost impossible to describe. It was not that they were grey, or black, or any color whatsoever, but more that they just. . . existed. Additionally, their movements were erratic- their bodies, rather than bouncing like normal ChuChus, swirled and moved like solid liquid, twisting and weaving almost akin to an upright snake. They were a kind Rika had absolutely never witnessed before.

“Just what. . .” He muttered, until he heard Flayre’s voice call out. “Right, but that is not exactly easy!” He cried back, referring to the sludge hindering his movements. One of the ChuChus moved towards Rika; he swiped to slice it. The ChuChu’s body moved with the arc of his blade, avoiding its slash entirely, before lunging forward and smacking his hip. Rika felt himself trip and fall face first in the sludge, his body once again submerged in it. It was not that he had been knocked back by the blow or anything like that. All feeling in his leg had faded- any support or weight he had put on his leg had vanished, and he felt himself toppling forward on it. As it struck, the ChuChu took on a splash of color, as if someone had slung a brush of paint across the walls of its innards- a reddish hue, mirroring the color of Rika’s pants.