“Me?
The radio host?” He shook his head as he was already looking for a
makeshift weapon to protect himself from the crash. Digging through the
drawers he found a long titration pipette which he smack on the table to
break. “I owe you on this.” The pipette had now turned into something
that could puncture human skin. “Don’t know how much but I owe you
something.”Carlos looked at the broken instrument in mild horror, but
he said nothing as he grabbed a nearby stool and held it out in front of him,
the legs pointed out. There was a small shuffling noise as something moved on
the floor, shifting glass from the broken item, as well as a small,
high-pitched mumbling.It wasn’t coming out at them, which was a very good sign.
Carlos started to slowly move toward the sounds, hoping there wasn’t anything
too nasty there.The creature seemed harmless, so Stephen put his guard down. “I’m taking this is one of the imps you were talking about that are the not so deadly kind?” He was hardly phased by the creature, bit knew it was fine because it ignored him and was focused on the glass on the floor for some reason. “Well, I am impressed. There is a racial war happening through two dimensions. Or genocide. Something involving evolutionary things.” The pipette was set on the table in the meantime so the strange man could study the tiny being.
Carlos peered around the table and immediately relaxed
seeing the little blue creature. “Oh, thank goodness,” he said and gently set
the stool back down on the ground. “Yes, this is the meme-speaking critter I
was talking about.”
The little creature turned its furry head and looked at them
with wide, golden eyes. “Bamf?” it
asked and it grinned at them with tiny sharp, white teeth. Behind it its little
arrow-head tail curled and wagged at them.
“Is it hurt?” Carlos asked Dr Strange as he got closer.
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