Mustachebat

    The large silhouette began to inch towards Dracon, their massive cape covering the small boy as the monster stepped over him. Dracon tried desperately to scoot backwards, but he couldn’t. Only for a moment, he averted his gaze away from the monster and down towards his arms and legs. Something like roots and tree limbs grasped his skin and pulled at it, perhaps even tearing it some with its prickly thorns, but he felt no pain. He was numb, but he was terrified. The longer he stared at the growing roots, the more they tugged at him, growing stronger each second.      Gathering his strength, he resisted, struggling to bring himself t