The delay continues...

While I had originally planned to be up and running again, I regret to say that the delay to restart the series will continue for a little while longer. I have started a new job, and am still adjusting to the schedule. That means my brain is typically fried when I want to sit down and write.

Square Zero is not dead, but it is on hiatus for a while longer, because I don't want to just push out filler chapters for the series. I want to go back in with a solid game plan on where things are going to go. I also want to go in with an idea of where these series are going to eventually end. This is especially true of Eye See You. The series is ramping up for its big finish, and I want to make sure that it is worthwhile. I don't want a series that I have been writing for so long to finish on a whimper.

So, keep checking back for more news. Hopefully I will start getting stuff up in the coming weeks.

Slime pt. 7

“You know the way down to the bunker?” Heather glanced at Marco.

Marco nodded.

“Good, she said. Then you’ll be my guide.” She smiled, and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Are there any other guys down there? Anyone you should alert?”

He replied. “Yeah, next time we get to a communications hub I’ll try and get a hold of them.”

It was Heather’s turn to nod. Then she motioned for Marco to lead the way.

They moved quickly towards the edge of the recreational district. The path wasn’t clear, though. Several more sections of the compound had started to crumble, and there were sinkholes everywhere. It felt like the whole place was coming down around them.

“Shit,” said Marco.

“What?” Heather replied.

He glanced around, looking at the dome above them, and the nearest walls. “We need to move faster. I just thought of something.” He picked up his pace, and Heather tried to keep up.

“Mind sharing it with me?” She was starting to get short on breath.

“If the instability effects the dome we could have a breach, and then this whole area could depressurize. If that happens we’ll be sucked out into space” He broke into a quick jog. “Or we’ll just explode because of the sudden shift in pressure.”

Heather didn’t respond. Neither option sounded all that pleasurable.

They found a clear stretch of path that was a straight shot to one of the doors that could be sealed behind them. Past there and they would be into the operational district. All they needed to do was get through that doorway, seal it up, and make their way down to the central control room. They moved as fast as possible, their footfalls sounding hollow on the ground underneath their feet. Heather could hear the crack and creak as more of the recreational district fell away, and the fear alone gave her a second wind.

“Just a little further,” Marco muttered.

Then he froze, and Heather nearly ran into him. She was about to complain, but shut her mouth when she looked towards the door.

Standing in the doorway were two figures. Both of them were stock still, and just watching. Well, one was watching. The other one couldn’t physically be watching them. He lacked a head, although something bright and green glowed from the ragged stump of his neck.

Heather’s hand shot to her mouth, muffling the scream that came bursting up. It was just enough noise for the two figures to lock onto them.

“Fuck.” Marco whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Heather said.

That was when the two figures starting running towards them. 

Series Updates and The New Schedule

First, there will be no new Tentacle University 2 chapter today. There will, however, be a new episode of Slime tomorrow.

Okay, so after thinking this over I have settled on a new schedule. There are going to be a couple of big changes, and a few small ones.

The first big change is that Tentacle University 2 is being put on hiatus. The series is going alright, but I need to do some serious plotting and planning to make sure it doesn't turn into a complete disaster. So when the blog resumes in mid-July, Tentacle University 2 will not be returning with it.

With Eye See You's new arc, Mutation, the series will be moving to one day a week, with longer posts to make up for the reduced schedule. Those posts will be posted on Tuesdays.

New Pom Pom Angel will continue to post on Mondays, and will be starting a new arc when it returns with New Pom Pom Angel: Heart's Dance.

There will be no changes to Rituals, and the series will continue to post in its regular slot.

Slime will be moving to Thursday when the new schedule kicks in. When Slime ends Tentacle University 2 will resume in the Thursday slot.

So, the new schedule is as follows:

Mon-New Pom Pom Angel
Tues-Eye See You
Wed- Rituals
Thurs-Slime/Tentacle University 2 (replacing Slime when the mini-series ends)

Until July 11th everyone!

Eye See You: Mother's Day pt. 12 *End Arc*

I had somehow managed to get a call out to my son. The landline in the kitchen still worked, and I was able to dial and talk without any part of it trying to merge with me. He had picked up on the third ring.

“Mom, where are you!” He sounded panicked.

“Bea and Richard’s,” I choked out. “They’re both… they both…”

I could barely speak. The sobs threatened to overtake me again every time I opened my mouth.

“Mom?” His voice was calmer now, but no less concerned. “Mom, what happened? Why are you at Aunt Bea’s house?”

“David, I just need you to pick me up. Okay? I’ll be sitting outside. I just need… please come and get me. Okay?” I spoke quickly, knowing that if I took too long, I would break down on the phone. I couldn’t cry again. I didn’t have the energy.

He promised to be right there.

I left the kitchen and made my way to the front porch. Slowly I lowered myself onto the cement steps. I sat there, my mind feeling empty and my body feeling weak. Only one thought kept repeating in my head, over and over again.

This is just the beginning.

Was I really ready to fight this fight? Could I? I had no idea. All I knew was that I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t let what happened to Bea and Richard happen to me, or to my son.

I had to fight. 

To Be Continued in... 

Eye See You: Mutation

Rituals pt. 26

The flame didn’t dissipate. Instead, it spread, catching onto the wooden beams, and the wooden ceiling above us.

“This isn’t good.” I glanced around. The other vipers were either dead, or mostly dead. It was just me, and the burning building. “What do I do now?”

“Run,” was all Juktha said. Her voice boomed through my skull, and I instantly took off.

The basement was growing hot around me, and the fire was spreading quickly. I hoped the others hand made their way outside, because the last thing I needed was for one of them to come crashing through the already badly damaged floor.

I made it to the stairs, taking them two at a time, the fire lapping at my heels as I moved. Then I was upstairs. I turned, heading towards the front door, but found that the floor between the basement door and the front door was now engulfed in flames.

Shit, I thought to myself. What now?

“The window!” Juktha’s voice rang in my ears again.

I turned my head, and without thinking, I dove just as the rolling ball of green flame burst through the basement door and engulfed the entire room I had just been standing in.

The glass burst around me, and I could feel the heat of the explosion behind me. Then I was crashing into the ground, tucking into a roll, and praying that I didn’t break my neck. When I stopped rolling, and the world stopped spinning, I opened my eyes.

Missy, Alana and Doug were looking down at me.

They were smiling. 

Eye See You: Mother's Day pt. 11

I reached down, pulling the wire from my ankle, and with a fierce tug, yanked it from Richard’s body. It writhed and wriggled in my palm, the electricity slowly fading from it now that it was separated from its power source. I gripped harder, and in seconds it went limp.

I grabbed the tall reading lamp next to the bed and raised it over my head. Sometime in my brain had snapped, and I was running on complete fear. I raised the base of the lamp over my head, the metal of the lamp glinting in the dim light that came in through the drawn windows, and I swung.

The base of the lamp collided with Richard’s grotesque, rotting skull. The weight of the blow instantly collapsed his face, sending a cloud of rotted bone dust into the air. I swung again, the lamp slamming into his open chest cavity, crushing whatever electronics had invaded his body. I swung again and again, my mind stuck in a violent loop.

That thing, that Virus, had stolen so much from me, and I was not going to sit back and let it take my life, too. It had to pay.

When my energy finally gave out, I dropped the lamp to the floor. It hit the hard wood with a clatter. I stood over the bed, panting. My eyes took in the damage I had done. Richard looked barely human. His already rotten body had been reduced to piles of thin, leather skin, blackened blood and bone dust.

I fell to my knees and I began to cry. 

New Pom Pom Angel: Forbidden Kiss pt. 13

Dinner went very well, and after we decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. He held my hand, and occasionally our shoulders would brush together.

Normally being affectionate with another man in public made me uneasy. There were always glances, or comments. Sometimes people would threaten me. Even in a time where more and more people were accepting of same sex couples, that fear had to always be present. There was that need to always be aware of your surroundings, and the people nearby. 

Dante didn’t care. He understood evil, but in an odd way, he didn’t seem to understand hate. He didn’t care that people were staring at us. He just wanted to hold my hand, and that was all that mattered. It probably helped that he had demonic powers, and that any drunken bro who decided to start shit didn’t stand a chance against him. That wasn’t all it was, though.

He was just too happy to care.

Eventually we made our way to a small park two blocks away from our building. We walked the cracked cement path through the overgrown trees and found a bench across from a small koi pond. Still holding my hand, he gently guided me to sit next to him. Once I was seated he kissed my cheek and gently rested his head on my shoulder.

“Are you happy?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Do I make you happy?”

It didn’t take me long to admit that he did. He made me very happy. He made me happier than I had been in years.

“Yes,” was my answer.

“Good.” He turned his head and kissed my shoulder. “You make me happy, too.”

And that was all it took for me to admit that I had completely and totally fallen in love with the demon sitting next to me.

I didn’t know what how the relationship would develop. It could be amazing, or it could be hell on earth, but that was fine. At that moment I realized that I was willing to take the risk, because Dante was worth it. Dante, with all his flaws and misunderstandings of human tradition, was the perfect man for me, and I would be a complete idiot to pass it up.

I turned my head towards him, and we kissed.

I was madly and truly in love, and that was all I needed at that moment.