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Hughammer Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-08-30 06:59:11 +0000 UTCI was all but vibrating in place with Tibber's in my arms as we made our way to the super seer who would know the best candy in the world! And after a long ride on a weird vehicle we reached a building and after those pretty sisters talked quickly with some other guards for the building we were taken into the building.
"Young man, you have to leave your bear behind." A guard said and I held Tibbers tightly as I retorted word for word what Father told me to say.
"No! Dad said, 'Who ever tries to take Tibbers wants to touch you in your no-no zone so throw Tibbers at them!" I said loudly and everyone's face twitched and that older male guard's face twisted and he actually covered his face with an armored than. But even as he went to say something, I cut him off! 'Dad told me to never let Tibbers go until I was a teenager and that's the only rule he gave me besides staying away from Gardevoir because they would eat me for some reason.' I thought before shouting threateningly. "If you want Tibbers... Then I will give you Tibbers and he will smack you hard!"
I then held out the fluffy doom stuffed bear that was almost the same height as myself at the pointy-eared but muncher. And I tried to copy that one movie Dad watched with me and the rest of my brothers. "Well... Do you feel lucky punk?"
The older elf then rolled his eyes and his hand that facepalmed himself went towards Tibbers and seeing the meanie butt face about to take Tibbers I yelled out the safe word. "Tibbers Bearhug!"
The entire lobby for a split moment went silent as those pretty sisters turned towards me but the smash train was already moving as Dad said. Tibber's form burned with ruddy crimson flames, and a deep growl rang out that made my tummy jiggle like standing in front of a bunch of fireworks going off.
Tibber's form that almost matched my own tallness then grew, and grew even more until he was so tall that he looked like he was taller then two of these butt muncher's standing on top of the other's shoulders!
And then following my command phrase Tibber's slapped with a huge flame-covered paw at the man and although he tried to back pedal! Tibber's was so huge! His fluffy paws of doom slapped the elf with enough force to send him flying and smashed through one of the weird bone walls.
"No one can defeat Tibbers Haha!" I cheered with all thoughts of my desert I came here forgotten as I gleefully took in the surprised expression of all the elves. As Tibbers then mimed shadow boxing I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of my best friend, who then sent me a fluffy thumbs up as he stood in front of me and I wondered if these elves could give Tibbers a good fight.
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Eldrad Ulthran was old, he was a farseer who had seen countless timelines, and countless years passing by him in both reality and within the weave of possible futures he watched for guidance to protect his dying race.
But deep in his meditation on how he should react to the coming dire events that would see the Great Enemy resurge as well as The Great Devourer swelling in numbers and threat... He felt a splash in the Emperyan near his own soul. Upon his Craftworld. Eldrad tossed his consciousness in the vicinity of the area and he froze seeing something he hadn't seen in many millennia.
Purity, purity unmatched except beyond that of perhaps that of the Great Mother Isha and her flower garden. Eldrad knew something important that which even he hadn't seen in his constant future seeking had just become to be, so he pulled back his consciousness back into his body so he could ride upon the tide of the Warp, and with a crackle of Warp Lightning he teleported into a scene that made absolute zero sense.
A stuffed bear-shaped thing, that was not inhabited by a demon, but by a spirit of protective wrath incarnate. And a child, a child of such purity that for but a second he believed it was the reincarnation of one of the Asuryani. But that purity was unmistakable and although he could feel the mischief all but pouring from the underdeveloped soul that clearly shown the soul was but a true child.
He knew this child was special.
But even a special child needed to be taken to task and with a quick mental surf of the recent past he saw how those Aspect Warriors had apparently tricked the child into coming with them with but a possible bribery of sweets of all things.
"Young man... Causing trouble and hurting people will not bring you to the sweets that you desire." Eldrad said as much paternal weight as he could.
But as the child's mismatched forest green and blood red snapped to his and he could feel the realization from the child that he did wrong in using his familiar in to attack a Guard. His face twitched as the child dramatically pointed at him and yelled. "Holly molly! Santa's head elf killed Santa and stole his coat! Get him Tibbers!"
As the massive bear swiped at him he idly ducked under the swinging paw that tingled at his soul with the flames that seemed to target someones soul. Eldard had one thought run through his head. 'This is why I refuse to humor an eldar's wishes for me to procreate... And who is Santa?'
Comments
Drakeonight
I need more of this I can't stop laughing.
Azazyel
When Slaanesh gets choked out like a bitch by Fleshcrafter Jake in his Azathoth form
The Kriegan
I can’t wait till the end and fleshcrafter Jake shows up with his abomination of a soul and the eldar just wonder in horror at how he managed to make such a pure kid
