1 Dark, Wet, and Sticky Beginnings

*Drip*

'Ugg, where am I?'

*Drip*

'That's getting old'

*Drip*

'Seriously, what the fuck is dripping?'

*Drip*

'Nope. I'm done with this shit!'

Sitting up, I blink and look around. Nothing. Not a damn thing. As I go to rub my eyes thinking maybe there's something on them, I realize the floor is tacky. Like some thick fluid started to dry under me.

And on me.

"This. Is. DisGUSTING!!!" I scream.

'Huh,' I think to myself, 'I have a rather nice voice. A bit deep, but smooth and silky.'

Still, whatever is on the floor is coating me. With no source of light, and that damnable dripping being the only thing I can hear, the only way to tell what it is is by taste and smell.

'I sure as hell am not tasting random sticky fluids without knowing what they are first. So…' *sniff* *sniff*... 'Coppery, metallic. Fuck. I'm laying in a puddle of blood.'

*Drip*

I sat there long enough to let that sink in.

*Drip*

...Or rather.

*Drip*

I try to.

*Drip*

"WHERE THE **FUCK** IS THAT DRIPPING COMING FROM?!" I stand up and focus on that evil, repugnant, god awful sound.

*Drip*

That constant, damnable dripping came from behind me and off to the right.

'Whatever is dripping, prepare for pure unadulterated destruction and a very violent end to whatever kind of existence you happen to have.'

*Drip*

"Fuck-" *Drip*

"YOU!!" I spin around and start marching towards my most hated enemy yet. 'Yet? Weird, I can't remember havi-' *Drip* "DIE!!!"

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Following that demon-spawned sound, I figured out that this space was rather huge. While there were puddles of blood everywhere, the one I was in was the freshest, and seemed to have flowed from wherever that hateful, vile sou- *Drip*

"DAMNIT!! WHEN I FIND YOU THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT OF YOU TO BE FOUND EVER AGAIN!!! Do you HEAR ME DRIP?!"

... *drip*

"GRAH!" I started running towards it again. It had been at least an hour since I woke up. 'Drip' as I've come to call it has slowed down. Hmm... I've named a sound... I may be going insane. Then aga- *Drip*

"FUCK!" I'd started to slow down. It may be slower now, but it's definitely louder. I'm getting close.

I've been wondering about something though. I have no idea who I am. I know I'm a woman. Not sure how old, but I'm definitely full grown. At least 1.7 meters tall. I seem to have a rather nice -

*Drip*

"AHHH!!! I was in the middle of a thought you ASSHOLE!!" Where was I? Right! A nice figure. My breasts are full enough to require some attention while running, but not throw me off balance. My ass, too; nice little jiggle back there. My hair...is a matted mess of filth, reaching about mid back, and while I seem to be able to see in here well enough to move around, I can't see much in the way of colours besides red, and that's mostly the blood all over the floor. And me.

*Drip*

"Well at least you waited for me to finish this time."

*Drip*

"You're still an evil, god-forsaken, demon-spawn that I will reduce to a fine ash with despotic glee though."

*Dipdrip*

"Really? How is that uncalled for? You have driven me insane just by existing! I mean would any half sane person have a conversation with an unidentified sound?"

...*drip*

"I thought so. Now, where ARE you?!"

...

"Oh, NOW you're silent. You were so loud a moment ago. Why shut up now?"

...

"I know you're around here. Just one more drip and I'll find you! And then you'll never drip again. One more is all you have left!! Hahahahahah-"

*Dripdripdripdripdrip~*

I freeze as Drip starts dripping continuously to my right.

"You!" I slowly turn my head, "Fucker!" I found it. The source of the dripping. And the source of the puddle I woke up in, judging by how it flows from here. Though how one body held that much blood, I have no idea.

There, in front of me, was the first thing I've seen other than blood. It was a rather thin, two and a half meter tall stalagmite with a man impaled about a fourth of the way down. With blood dripping from his hair, his upside down face was staring at me. Well not staring at me, just in my direction. He was ridiculously pale. From the hair not slathered with blood, he was a blonde. His dark brown eyes were kinda pretty, though glazed over in death. Wait. Are they... unglazing? They are! As the man's eyes grew brighter, they focused on me.

"Help," It was barely a whisper, but it was there. Then his eyes unfocused again and -

*Drip*

Drip started back up steadily, just as I was about to figure out how to help him. Damn, now I'm stuck. I want to end Drip with every fiber of my being, but this ... man ... seemed to still be alive. Sort of. And it's not his fault he's-

*DRIP*

"FUCK YOU!" I punch the stalagmite, when a louder drip breaks my thought process. Instead of what would make sense happening, i.e. my hand breaking on the rock causing me great pain, the thing breaks. The stalagmite. The spear of ROCK, that I just punched with all my strength, shattered a bit below Blondy the Dripper, causing him and the top meter or so to fall to the ground next to me.

"Well, that works."

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