Insecure

It would appear that luck favored the
Repairman today. The damaged wall just so happened to be located in a
forsaken town. There was a plethora of nooks to hide in, courtesy of the
crumbling stone buildings. So by the time the puppet had spun on her
heels, he was gone.
Fortunate for him, but not so much for his
scapegoat. The third creature in that ghost town was the only human
there. A young man on the brink of death, writhing at the base of the
wall.
Sileas had chased him here, only to find deep self-inflicted
wounds on his body. It was a desperate attempt to evade harvest and it
worked; But it only angered the puppet more. They discovered the wall
when he was launched at it. Blood still streaked it.
“Enough tricks; How do I open the magic gate?”
“P-please…”
The man wheezed,
“Im…not a w-wizard…I d-don…Please-!”
“USELESS!”
Sileas
wouldnt listen to his excuses or his begging. Her spirit hand slipped
out from her vessel and squashes him like a bug. His life effectively
snuffed out…

Now luck decided to turn its back on the little ink blot.

Sileas caught a glimpse of his siren light.

The Repairman’s eyes widened as he heard the thing address someone else. He winced. How did he not notice this person? Could he have…?

He gulped as he heard the sickening crunch, and wondered just how much he could have really helped.

As he heard the thing come closer, the heart the Repairman didn’t even know he had started thumping louder than a drum. Why did he feel so much terror about this…? He survived monsters before…

As he was pondering this, Sileas got closer, only to see the inkblot huddled and muttering to himself about how he’d be fine no matter how this turned out…