Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37138398-20190226125235

Author's note: This is one of my first stories. I'm not sure if it counts as a creepypasta, but I'll put it here anyway.

'''It looked like a statue, the Thing on the throne. To the casual observer it would have been a statue to some twisted god. One could mistake it for a shrine or altar, but all members of the Empire knew that was not so. The metal torso was muscular and complex, giving the impression of dominance. Its arms were well built, and the sliding fractals built within made them flexible. The hands were slightly triangular and rounded at the bottom, allowing for easy mobility, and the fingers were human-like except for the talons at the end of each fingertip. The legs were like saws, with a metal, ragged underside and shiny, rounded coverings, while the feet were like claws, with six prongs on each foot, jutting out, then curving downward, giving them an evil look. The head looked like a wolfish animal; where the mouth and nose would have been, only a dark muzzle with sharp canines poked forward. Pointed ears jutted out on the side of the head. The piercing red eyes were open, with a hint of eyelids hiding behind them. The whole thing was covered with a clear, skin-like coating. The Thing was fluctuating between the monster it was and a muscular, black wolf-thing. Only the eyes stayed the same: piercing red. For two centuries they had been closed, cold, lifeless, but at the moment they were open, staring into nothing. When the previous regime fell, and the new Empire was created, the Thing on the throne supposedly shut down, allowing chosen governor's to monitor and control the wild Dimensions. Trillions of Dimensions, ripe for reorganization. It was supposed to be a Golden Age, an Empire to be among the greats! Then the Thing’s eyes opened, and the elders of the Empire foretold that change would happen very soon. Now, a guard was standing inside the room, watching the Thing on the throne nervously. Beside him stood another guard, considerably more laid back than the first. '''

'''“Oh, give it a rest, Jerome!” said the guard. “That Thing hasn’t moved in a century! You’d have to drop five warships on it to make it move!” Jerome, the first guard, nodded slowly, but never took his eyes off the Thing. Jerome blinked. There was someone with a white cloak in front of the Thing, looking up at it. Cautiously, as to not evoke a hostile reaction from the newcomer, Jerome reached for his plasma pike, then stopped. The Thing, which was staring into nothing at first, now seemed to focus on the white-cloaked stranger. Then, to Jerome and the other guards horror, the Thing rose from its metal throne and walked toward the cloaked figure. The figure drew off his cloak to reveal a light grey android with a white sword. Suddenly, a black spear with a red orb in the head appeared in the Thing’s hand, and Jerome gasped. “A Death Spear!” he whispered. Suddenly, he realized what the Thing was. Before he could announce his revelation, the Thing, silently and smoothly, threw the Spear into Jerome, killing him instantly. Without a word, the Thing directed the Spear into the second guard, impaling and killing him. The Spear then returned to the Thing’s outstretched hand, and the Thing swung it toward the android. The android parried the Spear and attempted an overstrike at the Thing, only to have it blocked. The Thing then spun with the Spear in hand. The android tried to block, only to have the sword shatter upon impact with the terrible Spear. The Thing, smiling in triumph, threw the Spear at the android. The Spear hit the android full force, shattering its metal chest and exposing the wires underneath. The Spear continued its terrible course, impaling the android and colliding with the wall. The android, crippled, fell over, and its eyes winked out. The Thing, without a word, returned to its throne and watched as the Death Spear winked out without a trace except for the destroyed android lying at the Thing’s feet.'''  