Username:
Karkat Vantas ♋
Monster name:
"Mr. H."
5 sentence+ story about this monster:
Mr. H traveled across the land of the sick, his hands stiffly holding onto his cane as the inhabitants grabbed at and shook his Mule drawn carriage. He vowed not to help them, as he knew they would continue to follow him if he did; besides, he was on a journey to see his student that he had locked up many years ago, and he didn't have the time to tend to their illnesses anyway.
An eyeless man latched onto Mr.H's arm and moaned in pain for the doctor to help him. Mr. H reached over and smacked the beggar over the head with his cane, causing the man to let go and stumble down to the dirty, gravel road. Other sicklings surrounded the man in hopes of the fallen man having medicine, but once they saw that he had none, they began to disperse and follow the carriage again.
Mr. H kept his eyes firmly set on the path, as he did not want to look at the dirty beggars and sick children. The people began to all plea violently as the doctor began to approach the towns gates. Mr. H did not answer their desperate calls for help, and instead crossed the threshold that connected the Ill inhabitant's land from the quiet, broken down, and burnt town of the ashlings.
Mr. H took in a deep breath, inhaling the thick smog wrapping around him and his mule. The smell of the ashling's domain was strong and bitter, similar to that of cigar smoke, but the doctor did not care; he enjoyed the foul scent quite so. His mule, on the other hand, could not stand the stench of the crisply burnt town. Stopping in it's tracks, the mule refused to go on. Mr. H scoffed at the untrustworthy creature; hopping off the driver's seat of the vehicle and onto the dry, cracking ground below, the doctor began walking farther and farther away from his portable office. He didn't care that he was leaving everything behind, though, he had to get to his student that he had locked away. Mr. H had an offer of redemption for them, after all, they used to be one of his best students.
Mr. H had walked along the dead and empty road for what seemed like ages before he saw two figures walking towards him in the distance. The doctor squinted his eyes under his mask to try and make them out better, but to no avail. The figures continued to walk towards him, calling out a familiar name: "Mr. H! Mr. H!"
The bird man's interest was peaked as he heard who they were shouting for.
The two individuals walked over to the doctor, and asked, "Excuse me, sir, but do you know who and where Mr. H is?" Mr. H smiled under his mask, his grip relaxing on his cane, "Why, yes I do, actually. You are speaking to him now." The two looked at each other, then looked back at the bird man, the girl on the right speaking, "Well, I work with your student, the dragon of 'health', and they sent us here when we mentioned that we read the note you had sent him." Mr. H nodded as he listened, "Ah," he sighed, putting both hands on his cane, "so, somebody must have freed him from his prison that I had justfully put him in. Hmm... Well, if you can teleport, than you can leave this dead realm, but if you do decide to leave, may I ask, can you bring me with you so I may give my old student an offer of redemption?"
The two girls looked at each other briefly, then back at Mr. H. "Sure," the girl on the left began quickly, "as long as you can get get the dragon of health to become calm again."
Mr. H nodded his head and agreed to their asking. "But first, before we travel through dimensions, may I ask who you two are?"
The two girls nodded, the one on the right speaking first, "I am health's apprentice, in a way. We were supposed to work side by side, none being over the other, but they ended up taking power over me." Then the girl on the left spoke, "I am the master of Creativity, I will be the one teleporting us out of here."
Creativity held out her hands, holding Health's apprentice's hand, and holding onto Mr. H.'s cane.
With a loud, "boof", the three were warped out of the dying land and into the dragon of health's underground, freezer-like home.
" Thank you," Mr. H said as he walked down a corridor towards the pulsating presence of his student, "I will be out sooner or later, but most likely not in the upcoming weeks." And with this being said, he entered the dark, frostbitten lair of the scaled beast, most likely not to exit in some grand emount of time.
