Leaving his towel on the sand, he approached the shore once again, keeping his eyes on the sea. The cold water lapped around his ankles and it was then that Red noticed the slick creeping towards him on the incoming tide. In the better light, he could make out the true shape of the mass- it wasn't just a puddle that floated on the waves. To Red, it resembled a block, but it was a messy, backwards L-shape and he could see that it really did seem to dissolve into squares at the edges.
The word pixellated came to Red this time and he couldn't do anything to dissuade it. He could see the eerie, skeletal shapes rising in the mass again. He looked around to see if anyone else could see it, too, but nobody seemed to even notice him, let alone anything near him. He turned his attention back to it and noticed, this time, that it wasn't just solid black. There were patches in it that were grey, inky purple or even rusty orange. He tried to tear his attention from this bizarre puddle, but he couldn't quite manage it, despite taking steps back out of the water.
What do you want from me? What are you? Red asked it with a thought. He wasn't sure it had ears or anything like conventional organs. Somehow, attempting to speak to it with his thoughts seemed to make more sense- it had distracted his attention all day, after all.
It heard him, though, and it understood. As the tide rolled in, Red took a step back in horror as the creature started to rise up out of the water. It didn't take any particular shape at first, but it glistened in the light of the sunset, shifting unpleasantly, shapes still bubbling under the surface. Eventually, it seemed to settle in a mound-like shape; ten foot tall, completely opaque and it seemed almost gelatinous.
Red stared, partially in horror and partially in awe. His mind had kept drifting back to it all day, but now, it had his complete attention. He started to ask his questions again, in his mind, when the mass in front of him started to do something. A tear in the middle of it started to open up and it was only after it was open that Red recognised it as a mouth.
Fearing the worst, Red hurried backwards up the beach to where he had dropped his towel, but he turned his attention back to the mass, its mouth still open. He half-expected it to follow him, but it remained where it was. Instead, it waited a moment before it started to sing.
Red had never heard anything quite like it. The creature's song had an unearthly quality to it. It was as if it was singing with several voices at the same time, all at different pitches. One of them was very high and started off with four distinctive tones, three the same; dink dink dunk dink. One of the voices, Red noticed, wasn't so much heard as felt- it was as if it was echoing in his head and in his chest cavity. He put his head in his hands, trying to block the tone out. He could deal with listening to the song, but this was painful!
Red dared to look back at the creature and it ceased its song, but the last tone reverberated around in his head for quite a while. He watched as the bubbling mass sunk back into the water, leaving him with just the memory of an unnatural tone and the beginnings of a migraine. Grabbing his towel, he bolted back up the beach and into the Pokémon Center.
4/?
The word pixellated came to Red this time and he couldn't do anything to dissuade it. He could see the eerie, skeletal shapes rising in the mass again. He looked around to see if anyone else could see it, too, but nobody seemed to even notice him, let alone anything near him. He turned his attention back to it and noticed, this time, that it wasn't just solid black. There were patches in it that were grey, inky purple or even rusty orange. He tried to tear his attention from this bizarre puddle, but he couldn't quite manage it, despite taking steps back out of the water.
What do you want from me? What are you? Red asked it with a thought. He wasn't sure it had ears or anything like conventional organs. Somehow, attempting to speak to it with his thoughts seemed to make more sense- it had distracted his attention all day, after all.
It heard him, though, and it understood. As the tide rolled in, Red took a step back in horror as the creature started to rise up out of the water. It didn't take any particular shape at first, but it glistened in the light of the sunset, shifting unpleasantly, shapes still bubbling under the surface. Eventually, it seemed to settle in a mound-like shape; ten foot tall, completely opaque and it seemed almost gelatinous.
Red stared, partially in horror and partially in awe. His mind had kept drifting back to it all day, but now, it had his complete attention. He started to ask his questions again, in his mind, when the mass in front of him started to do something. A tear in the middle of it started to open up and it was only after it was open that Red recognised it as a mouth.
Fearing the worst, Red hurried backwards up the beach to where he had dropped his towel, but he turned his attention back to the mass, its mouth still open. He half-expected it to follow him, but it remained where it was. Instead, it waited a moment before it started to sing.
Red had never heard anything quite like it. The creature's song had an unearthly quality to it. It was as if it was singing with several voices at the same time, all at different pitches. One of them was very high and started off with four distinctive tones, three the same; dink dink dunk dink. One of the voices, Red noticed, wasn't so much heard as felt- it was as if it was echoing in his head and in his chest cavity. He put his head in his hands, trying to block the tone out. He could deal with listening to the song, but this was painful!
Red dared to look back at the creature and it ceased its song, but the last tone reverberated around in his head for quite a while. He watched as the bubbling mass sunk back into the water, leaving him with just the memory of an unnatural tone and the beginnings of a migraine. Grabbing his towel, he bolted back up the beach and into the Pokémon Center.