The peacock stag cried for help... and no one came...



Peirce fell down, sobbing, crying for help. But his cries of "nooos" faded away as the monster clutched him, pulling him into darkness. He tried to fight back. But the monster was stronger than him, and Peirce felt his strength run away as he surrendered to the monster. It surrounded him, trying to controlling him, and soon Peirce was the monster.

Blood dripped down his antlers. His multicolored fur was stained with red. He threw his mask off, yelling, trying to escape, but now the monster had full control of him. His eyes were bloodshot. Peirce was going insane, and he couldn't do anything about it.

And a name kept echoing in his mind.

Honeyfur....

Honeyfur....

That name. It was so soothing. As he said it in his mind he imagined the beautiful doe... green scales, shining, making her shine with beauty. Then her long, flowing fur... that danced with the wind. The pink and green fur and scales went beautifully with her laugh.... and the sweet doe... well.... she was just... beautiful... And slowly, the monster let go of him.

Then another name echoed in his mind.

Phobos....

Phobos....

The monster came back roaring, and now Peirce was stomping the ground with anger. Dust flew everywhere. Now his colorful fur was stained with blood and dust. He started to moo with anger, rearing. He started shaking his head, too.

No!

Someone!

Help!

He couldn't yell them. The monster had forbid him to cry for help. He could only scream in his mind helplessly.

Then he started shaking uncontrollably.

This...

This isn't about Honeyfur anymore...

If... if it weren't....for....

....Phobos.....

....I wouldn't of ever become this insane monster....

....Blood....

...I will watch him fall to the ground...

... Bleeding....

That was one side of him.

...St-stop! Now!

Let go of me, you insane, crazed, killer monster!

I'm not a monster!

I'M NOT A MONSTER! NOOOO!

And that was his other side.

He struggled to escape the monster, but at the same time the monster controlled him, so he wanted to kill Phobos at the same time.

But is that the right thing to do?

It stopped. Both sides. Even the monster was wondering. But what was the right thing to do? What was the whole point of good and bad if one side thought this was the right thing, while the other side thought it was the bad thing.

Then Peirce saw orange. He charged at it, and soon it faded away. Soon he saw many orange things, appearing and disappearing. He fell to the ground, crying, and the monster let go, leaving the peacock stag crying on the ground.


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