Yes, I'm sorry about the blog bullshit but its neigh on impossible to justify my lack of updates without going into detail.
[ ] Poke n' prod.
The atmosphere of the room feels heavy, like the pressure of some monumental event is pushing down on you in this little hollow of the earth. Your finger is already half way to its cheek, stretched out to prod it with a jab of your finger, before you even notice.
It's soft, that much you expected, your finger ploughs a deep furrow into it to the point your digit is enveloped in its body. It's spongy too, but not as elastic as human skin so rather than snapping back into place immediately it kind of seeps back into shape slowly like a ball filled with syrup.
A whiny little noise escapes its lips and a look of discomfort passes across its distorted features before slipping back into blissful sleep; spurred on by this curious reaction you try something else.
This time you grab a section of its cheek and pull, you're shocked as you stretch the skin inch by inch away from the head without meeting any resistance, this time you're reminded of soft dough before it's baked. The Wriggle head makes the same sound of discomfort again, louder and longer this time, in protest stirring slightly. Curiously you let go and the skin flaps down uselessly by its side where it hangs loose, before it eventually begins to slide grossly back into shape once more.
"What the hell is this thing....?”
Muttering that under your breath you think of the real Wriggle. Sweet, smitten, little Wriggle Nightbug that half dotes on you half hates you. Suddenly you're pissed off by this obscene fake, where the real Wriggle? You don't want this little freak with Wriggle's cute features ruined over its corpulent shape near you!
Viciously you jab a finger at where Wriggle's cute little nose should be, this fake doesn't even have a nose! The skin puckers under the pressure pulling the creature's face into one point like it's sucking something very sour; it's ridiculous enough to make you laugh. With vigour you poke and prod and yank on this freaky blob thing, giggling intently as it whines and grimaces its way back to wakefulness.
With an ear splitting howl the tiny head thing wakes up, face awash with genuine tears and stares at you imploringly.
"Sbop it! Wriggle can't take it easy like 'dis!"
Wait, it can talk?
"Pwease mister! Wriggle's not a bad Yukkuri! Wet Wriggle goooo!"
Rocking and shivering in your hands the copy of Wriggle sobs at you eyes wide and miserable, bottom lip quivering and "Yu"ing softly to her self.
You thought that only humans could cry? Hell you thought humans, and more recently Youkai, were the only creatures that could actually talk! What have you done?
"I'm sorry....." You manage to choke out a surprised apology through your confusion, you suddenly feel awful. You've been abusing this poor thing just because it looked like Wriggle, you wouldn't do it to the real Wriggle so why to this head-thing? Heck, you wouldn't even do it to an animal. Isn't that like, the profile of a serial killer?
But it sure does look cute when it's crying; you're almost disappointed to see it's calming down. Maybe if you just....
"Hey mister! Put Wriggle down easy okay?"
Before you could stop yourself or even think about it you were going to start bullying this Wriggle thing again, if it hadn't spoken up you probably would've done it too. But you couldn't help yourself for some reason, like you were compelled to pull its cheek again.
Repeating yourself you stare at it, it's face is still flushed and red from crying and a few stray tears are hanging in the corner of it's eyes but otherwise it's calmer than before and looking at you uncertainly.
Gently you place it upon the earthen floor, handling it carefully as if to make up for your rough treatment earlier. After it's safely on the floor again it gives a sort of half-hop in celebration and smiles.
"Thanks mister, Wriggle couldn't take it easy up there!"
Has, has it forgotten already you were the one that made it cry in the first place? And why does it keep talking about taking it easy? As your train of thought goes around in circles the thing hops around the floor for a bit looking around, currently ignoring you.
It's weird to see it move, you can't even begin to work out how its muscles must work to let it hop around like that. Vaguely you're reminded of one of those old toys for kids, the great big rubber balls filled with air and handles. Space hoppers?
A brief image of yourself dressed as a knight and riding the Wriggle flashes through your mind for a second making you choke, absurd!
Plus it's too small to ride.
"Hey, hey mister!" Seemingly done with whatever it was it was doing, the thing has noticed you once again and is sat at your feet glaring at you.
"This is Wriggle's burrow! Get out easy mister!" Puffing up angrily it hops up and down while telling you to leave, occasionally bumping harmlessly into your leg to get you to move.
"You heard me! It's my burrow, so get out easy mister!"
What on earth?
"No," You try first to reason with it. "This is Wriggle's burrow. She's like you but taller?"
Motioning with one hand you show it about Wriggle height, just up to your chest, but it doesn't seem to care.
"Stupid mister! Get out! Drop dead!"
What the hell is going on here? Suddenly and without warning, it's gone from afraid of you to defiantly claiming this place as its own! The same irritation from before rises in your stomach to hear it saying these things, you really wish the real Wriggle would show up soon.
"Listen you! I could kick you across the room like a football! Don't mess with me!"
From a glare it assumes a mocking look, eyebrows raised.
"Oooh! Mister's angry. Scary, scary."
The bloody thing is taunting you now! You're starting to wonder if you'd feel any regret at all if you showed it whose boss right now.
"Get out! Wriggle can't take it easy if you don't!"
Goddamn it's getting on your nerves, but even as you go to make good on your threat you find yourself unable to do it. Sure you made it cry before but this is a little too violent, particularly seeing as it looks like Wriggle. You're not sure if you could look her in the face again if you hurt the thing at your feet.
[ ] Calm down, hurting it isn't going to do any good. Maybe you can "Take it easy" with it.
[ ] YOU'RE A YUKKURI! THAT MEANS YOU HAVE BULLYING MOE! POKE AND PROD! POKE AND PROD YOUR MOE OUT!
[ ] Grab it; take it outside and drop kick it into the nearest lake.
[ ] Just ignore it, go outside.