[Story] Day of the Eggs
My webcomic gets yet closer
“Sinnatown sundown mucky-mucks, toenail cracksmack direlack of needs ya dig?”
“Ughhuh! Naary, nast! Bonechick finna dock ya nickkin bonestirred Causefire man!!”
A couple of chicks babbled at each other. Densely layered and thick neck folds flew with their flying pointed beaks, and their heads phased through several dimensions as they flung to the side for emphasis.
To the side of the Stony nest was a larger baby bird, rolling several eggs with its beak. “Da black man ain't cuzzin' round fussas, nick ya seep roll floppy bruddas” knowing they wouldn't listen, he kept rolling without pausing.
A human-derived face was thrashing around, translucent with colors like you would see in a necrotic limb. Some breached the Earthian color wheel. Sparks were made as nubby fingertips scrambled for purchase, the anatomy too broken to make headway at anything.
“Bitta niknik ey wot?” Scrambled the bird, like noise. He rolled the eggs forward. “You have to eat all of the eggs.” He wove his beak to gather other black birds of his age. They peered closely as they rolled, then spewed eggs from their beaks. “Batal grizzy ferosa nik? Nag nag blker fg, scleroma desto fasa look bid hafha” they chanted as the face swallowed with bulging eyes.
Behind the hard blocky edge of translucent, shimmering emptiness was the Earth, the body beneath it nicely crushed so as to allow free access. Baby birds leaped through the edge, Chittering in sync. As long as they didn't jump, they could be lazy. Once they jumped, they participated in the same plan at the same points of quasi time. A rhythm came to the edge of the Earth, a cube of space with all kinds of fun things to jump on on the faces above the center.
The King Blackbird came then, cloaked in luxurious feathers. The glare of his eye pierced as he checked the synchronization of the birds. “Well well sonnas, missin ya mothers, fucked or wack, they all hea' flack. Shitsons feed real sons king sons make big guns, ya feel?” The birds looked towards him and nodded at his fatherly affirmations. The King flayed out his wings, red and blue feathers unsheathing out. “C'MON!*” from the center of the Earth came towering pillars of worms, squirming from the blinding light. They approached the surrounding massive flock. “LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT, LITTLE SAD TOWN, WILDIN' OUT.” a giant emaciated leopard detached from the center, weakly shrieking. “UH HUH, DUMBASS SCAM, LITTLE GLASS CAM, LOOKIN ALL IN INSIDE THE SKIN” the Leopard turned up its head, mewling with an intense migraine. “Seismic shaker, booty quaker, big ass apocalyptic treasure. Hit em up, Spaniard tells death ain't 'Nuff.” Compelled by the spirit of a Crusader, the leopard lifted up and impaled its spine upon the near end of the worms, spacelessly aligning in a sight impossible for humans to perceive.
Pink and purple colors bloomed within the sphere the worms distanced the birds from. The birds were too young to eat them, and they were too tasty to waste. And so the birds simply mocked the worms.
The colors bloomed forth, showing that they encompassed shaking eggs. The eggs from the planetoid and the eggs rolled from the artillery hatches were identical. The King puffed up, squawking, satisfied by the momentary Haul.
“Sin makes the best kind win takes ever mind swoon daddy yell happy too guile too mild oooo baby you failed” sang the bird, chirping at the planetoid. “DIREPOCALYPTIC OBSESSIONS, KIN OF DIABOLICAL AGGRESSIONS, KISS MY DERRIERE CHILE, MAKADOR TERRIERS WHYRLED” it shrieked, bombarding the planetoid with cosmic energy.
The worms turned their almost featureless heads without changing the shape of their writhing forms as space dogs came around the panorama of stars, glittering in faint lengths of light. Since the birds were at an impasse with the worms, the space dogs used their dog power to change the surface of the planetoid. Dogs of incredible Darkness, this is the first they had ever heard of the Earth.
The planetoid flayed apart, and a neutral observer could hear the chimes of a nursery. Strangeearth and spewing water came up, arching to wet the surface. “woof” grinned the dogs, as they landed upon a forming platform, sharp lines of color writhing through their coalescing forms.
The King Blackbird grew shining teal stars in the coat of its feathers, swinging as they formed into a coat. “X GONNA GIV IT TO YA,” autoplayed on Spotify as this happened. His beak slid and shrank as he anthromorphosized. The dogs grinned and swayed their flowing coats in rhythm. The King flung two feather fingers and SpaceTime flung open and curled. Light-splitted and lights glittered amongst the wide highway of life, and shaking eggs shook in the whole expanse. It was a good day
*Too much coming is undesirable, and this is a principle that must be always understood