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Jack Vonderlad made his way slowly through the old mansion, the floorboards creaking under his feet. He peered around, searching the darkness. A voice, that of his sister Gretel, spoke to him via his cordless radio.
"Spot anything of Interest, Jack?"
Jack frowned.
"Nothing yet, Sis," he replied. "Just moldy tapestries and rotting furniture."
Jack heard his sister sigh.
"Are you sure, Bro? The tip I was given said the mansion was full of historical treasures."
Jack peered about.
"There's nothing here, Gretel."
A pause crackled over the radio and finally Gretel spoke, her voice full of disappointment.
"You might as well come back then, Jack," she replied.
Jack turned, putting away his gun as he started his trek back to rejoin his sister in their armoured carriage. As he descended the grand staircase, jack paused, a sudden uneasy feeling of being watched washing over him. The archeologist looked about.
"Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone there?"
Movement caught his attention, and Jack spotted a small mechanical spider clamber up and over the rails of the staircase. It twisted and turned, looking towards the man with a solitary reptilian eye.
"Well now, what do we have here?" Jack said.
Gretel spoke, her voice tinny over the radio.
"Jack? Bro, what is it?"
"There might be something here after all," Jack replied. "Someone's left their little pet."
He stepped forward, addressing the mechanical spider.
"Let me get a good look at you, Little Fellow."
The spider balked, rearing up as Jack reached out to it, issuing a small clicking hiss. Jack paused. Suddenly movement erupted from all around, and Jack stared wide-eyed as more mechanical spiders emerged from the mansions many nooks and crannies.
"Uh...."
Over the radio Gretel spoke, her voice concerned.
"Jack? Bro, speak to me. What's going on? What have you found?"
The mechanical spiders began to converge on Jack Vonderland, and the archeologist back up, retreating up the stairs. he looked about for an escape, swallowing hard. The man retrieved his gun, priming it for use.
"Gretel," he said, the floor coming alive with clockwork movement, "I think we may have a problem."
Jack aimed his gun, swallowing hard.
"You wouldn't happen to know a good fumigator, would you..?
Jack and Gretel belong to http://asiatheanimator.deviantart.com/
"Spot anything of Interest, Jack?"
Jack frowned.
"Nothing yet, Sis," he replied. "Just moldy tapestries and rotting furniture."
Jack heard his sister sigh.
"Are you sure, Bro? The tip I was given said the mansion was full of historical treasures."
Jack peered about.
"There's nothing here, Gretel."
A pause crackled over the radio and finally Gretel spoke, her voice full of disappointment.
"You might as well come back then, Jack," she replied.
Jack turned, putting away his gun as he started his trek back to rejoin his sister in their armoured carriage. As he descended the grand staircase, jack paused, a sudden uneasy feeling of being watched washing over him. The archeologist looked about.
"Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone there?"
Movement caught his attention, and Jack spotted a small mechanical spider clamber up and over the rails of the staircase. It twisted and turned, looking towards the man with a solitary reptilian eye.
"Well now, what do we have here?" Jack said.
Gretel spoke, her voice tinny over the radio.
"Jack? Bro, what is it?"
"There might be something here after all," Jack replied. "Someone's left their little pet."
He stepped forward, addressing the mechanical spider.
"Let me get a good look at you, Little Fellow."
The spider balked, rearing up as Jack reached out to it, issuing a small clicking hiss. Jack paused. Suddenly movement erupted from all around, and Jack stared wide-eyed as more mechanical spiders emerged from the mansions many nooks and crannies.
"Uh...."
Over the radio Gretel spoke, her voice concerned.
"Jack? Bro, speak to me. What's going on? What have you found?"
The mechanical spiders began to converge on Jack Vonderland, and the archeologist back up, retreating up the stairs. he looked about for an escape, swallowing hard. The man retrieved his gun, priming it for use.
"Gretel," he said, the floor coming alive with clockwork movement, "I think we may have a problem."
Jack aimed his gun, swallowing hard.
"You wouldn't happen to know a good fumigator, would you..?
Jack and Gretel belong to http://asiatheanimator.deviantart.com/
Category Photography / Still Life
Species Arachnid
Size 1280 x 960px
File Size 205.1 kB
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