Bad Dreams with Good Friends part 21

“Waaaaade!” Mark called.

Wade was dangling by his leg. The pistol in his left hand was barely dangling in his hand. He looked like he might be dead.

“Wade no! No Wade! Wade don’t die!” Mark cried out. His eyes stung with tears as he looked at his friend.

“Maaaark!” the creature’s face started contorting.

“No you don’t!” a high pitched, raspy voice called as a sword came flying through the air.

“Mark! Wade!” Bonnie’s robotic voice called out.

Mark’s head spun to see Tiny Box Tim and Bonnie as the sword landed in the monster’s chest. It did not even flinch. It made a hissing noise, absorbing the sword into its body.

“That’s a part of our love now, Mark,” the creature taunted.

“Hang on Mark! We’re coming!” Tiny Box Tim called. He reached behind himself, drawing a giant sword from nowhere.

“Tiny Box Tim!” Mark cried out, glad to see his friends.

“And Bonnie!” the animatronic called. Bonnie pulled a stick from the pocket of his robe and waved it around. “Pee hype!” Bonnie roared.

The end of the stick lit up with a bright light. The light flashed twice and then shot at the monster. As in impacted, the creature slowed down. Its tendrils seemed to become drowsy, as it moved without any matter of speed. It could barely move, though it kept a tight grip on Mark’s wrists.

“We’ve got your back!” Tiny Box Tim leaped into the air, bringing the giant sword up over his head.

He brought it down on the monster. It could hardly react, moving slower than real life. It could barely raise its arms to defend itself, as the sword came down on its white distorted head. It screeched with pain, more tentacles shooting out of its back to flail, drowsily.

“Tiny Box Tim, look out!” Mark shouted.

“Don’t worry, Mark!” the box said confidently, “I can handle it!”

He pulled his giant sword out of the creature’s head, bringing it down again. It screeched with pain, trying to fight back, but barely able to move. Its tentacles were moving with drowsy methodical motions. It was working slowly, bringing more than two dozen tentacles up over the box’s head. Tiny Box Tim was not looking up either, as he brought the sword down on its head again and again.

“Tim look out! TIM LOOK OUT! TIM LOOK OUT!” Mark screamed, as he struggled.

“Pee hype!” Bonnie shouted, another blast of light shooting from his stick to hit the monster, “Pee hype!”

“Wade! Wake up!” Mark yelled, hoping his friend might hear him.

“Tim!” Bonnie yelled.

Mark turned his head just in time to see over a dozen tentacles overtake the little box and his sword. A dozen more joined in mashing down around him to encase him in big, black, smoky tendrils. Mark screamed, struggling against the tentacles that held him. He was outraged and disbelieving of what he was seeing.

“Hang on Mark! I’ve almost got him!” Bonnie called out, as he shot more lights from his stick.

“Why does everybody start off with a freaking weapon but me?!” Mark called out, writhing to pull a hand free.

“Don’t worry Mark!” the creature taunted.

Its face cracked open, creating a mouth slit where there was none. It smiled, showing empty blackness inside. Its smile grew wider, with an insatiable appearance.

“We’ll be together! Forever!” the monster lifted Mark up off the ground, raising him above its head. Its mouth became wide, creating a gaping hole big enough to swallow a man whole.

“NOOOOO!” Mark wretched one hand free and kicked at the tentacle as it fell from him.

His leg swung around as he kicked the other tentacle still holding him. Weakened and pained, it cringed and dropped. He dropped to the ground and rolled across the grass to escape the monster’s reach. He was quickly back on his feet, but he was already in quite a bit of pain.

“Wade!” he called out.

He was relieved to see that his friend was already waking up. He had already lost his other pistol, but he was coming to his senses enough to start fighting back. The monster did not care about him though, so it flung him aside.

The creature turned its focus upon Tiny Box Tim as it regained speed. It was moving quickly now, several dozen tentacles smothering the little box. All the while, Bonnie was becoming unsuccessful with his spells.

“Bonnie! Do something!” Mark yelled.

“He’s become immune!” Bonnie exclaimed, shaking his stick through the air.

“Wade! Get out of the way!” Mark made a mad dash for Wade, dragging him farther from the monster’s reach. He could at least be of help to keep his  friends safe.

“Ow!” Wade winced, “What happened?”

“You got knocked out,” Mark explained, hastily, “Now Tiny Box Tim is in trouble!”

“What? No!” Wade looked around, searching for the little box.