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Six woke up with a gasp. She’d had that nightmare again, with the Lady. She’d been having the same nightmare for months, ever since she had twisted her wing badly during her last escape attempt. She hadn’t even made it past the Janitor, and had just narrowly escaped getting caught. Shaking her head violently, she got up, attempting to shake off the dread that memory brought her. Awkwardly she walked over to one of the leaky pipes around the suitcase she called a bed. She cupped her claws together, letting some of the, questionably clean, water pool up. Glancing at the water she saw the Lady, she blinked, shaking her head violently, before splashing the water onto her face. Shaking the water off her face, she walked over to a dryer part of the small room and stretched her good wing out, also letting out a long yawn. She shook her whole body out, as if she was a wet dog. Looking around she started to impatiently started tapping her claw against the ground, she hated waiting around for her wing to heal.

Not like it would matter too much anyways’ she thought bitterly to herself. The only advantage of flying was getting to higher places faster. Pacing around the small room, she pondered the thought of trying to escape with a bad wing. She hadn’t been able to get out with her wings in perfect condition. With vast amounts of effort she resisted the urge to bang her head against a wall in aggravation. Unsuccessfully trying to dig her claws into the mettle floor, she stormed out of the tiny room, spooking a few gnomes that were in the darker hallway not far from the room. Reaching the lamp in front of the lamp that was just before the short vent, she pulled out her lighter and lit the lamp. Sighing deeply she promised herself, that’d she’d get out of the Maw, or die trying. With that, she opened the vent cover, sliding into the vent easily. Quickly, she made her way through the vent, into the next room up the stairs, smashing a statue of the Lady, and continuing to the next room. Holding her breath as she passed

the hanging dragon, and gasping for air once she had passed him. She hummed a bit as she wandered around the room, the fridge had already been open from her first escape attempt, but wanted to take a quick detour first. Once more she pulled her small lighter out and flicked it on, and headed onto a small hole that led into a small compact room. Just like the first time she had found this room she walked over and lit the lamp, then quickly searched the room for any gnomes. The dragonet smiled as she spotted a gnome, not just any gnome, but the one with a green crayon mark on it’s cone hat, the one who’d helped her during her last escape attempt. “Greenie!” Six whispered-shouted at the gnome. The gnome jumped, the sudden voice spooking it. Six ignored that however, and scooped the smaller creacher into a hug. She let herself look at the familiar gnome, with it’s strange webbed claws, and the webbed- whatever it was running down it’s back and the front of it’s chest, and the nubs where wings should be.

Greenie, the gnome, just sat there as the dragonet hugged them for what seemed like ages. Sighing Six let go of the gnome reluctantly, having enjoyed being near another living thing that wasn’t terrifying. Or a scavenger, or a rat. After setting Greenie down, Six patted her way into the room she was in before claw. She huffed a bit because she couldn’t just fly up, like she would normally have done when she’d figured out that she could fly. She hadn’t climbed this thing in ages, what if it was somehow harder than she remembered? She held back a laugh, that was a crazy thought, down right stupid. Six fell on the first attempt. After a few more failed attempts, Six realized that she had left scratch marks on the easiest path up when she was younger. She truly only realized it after she had tried the same way up a few times, and her claws fit into old and small indents she’d left previously. Once she was at the top she huffed, as she flopped onto her stomach. Although something in the back of her mind nagge

nagged her. She was forgetting something important. Slowly she pushed herself up, and continued onward. That’s when it dropped down. She growled in annoyance, what was it? The fifth time she’d forgotten about the leaches this month? Six shook her head as she sprinted away from the slow oily beings that dropped from the ceiling, and slowly crawled after her. Soon she entered the next room, she pulled the lever on the wall down, opening the door to a place with a small jumpable gap to the next room. Jumping across, she entered the next room, and crouched down under the boards that were left over from when she first pulled the lower two off a few years back. She then entered the room, that if her wing wasn’t sprained, she would have flown up to continue her journey. Six shuffled her wings, trying to stifle the feeling of unease that was building up inside her. She’d been in this room many times before, what could possibly be making her uneasy? So she continued into the room, and fell through some loose board

Six fell into a sticky black substance, oil. Six quickly shoved her claw into her raincoat pocket, reaching for her lighter. Flicking it on she saw, to her horror, she was in a room full of leeches. Only a few didn’t bother her, but the amount in this room, by the moons this was a lot. Many of the leeches start screeching in that awful way they did, making Six wince, the sound hurting her ears. She got up, hating how slow the oil she fell in made her, especially having on three legs to run on, as she was holding her lighter. As quickly as she could, she made her way to the other side of the room, ducking and diving over leeches. Six ran at full speed to the other side of the room, slamming her body against a loose part of the wall, and knocking the bored over. She tumbled down the slight ramp the bored made, narrowly avoiding falling off the edge. Quickly she scrambled up, and jumped over the next gap. Six turned back seeing that the leeches were screeching in anger crowding at the edge, unable to jump across

Feeling proud Six laughed, her scales shifted into brighter shades of pink, and shades of yellow. The hood of her raincoat fell as the frills on either side of her face spread out, as she laughed wholeheartedly at the stupid leeches. Then something strange happened, black drops of venom flew from Six’s mouth, hitting a few leaches. As it hit them they screeched even louder in agony, Six covered her ears, and the other leeches screed back in fear. The venom seemed to burn through the leeches with ease. All she could do was watch, in a mixture of horror and morbid enjoyment as the leeches died. Once the leeches died Six let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding, “How?” she breathed out.

ok done there are 100% misspellings because spelling is hard T-T

ty ^^

Six: *Burns leeches with magical death spit*

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Yay :D