Footsteps of Dusky Shade

The third Neverglades spoof story, written using the generative text programs from botnik.org. This story was also written in collaboration with Reddit user beingevolved.

Story
Faint green vines draped around the station and tried to slide beneath the door. I ascended to the patio as the Inspector withdrew his floating seatbelt. “You don't remember waking up from inside the darkness?” the Inspector asked. He glanced down the hallway and crackled the radio wave with his teeth.

I paused. “What the fuck happened tonight?” I said. “Something dark and heaving fell from the rift. It reminded me of those abnormally mangled incidents.” The memory itself was barely more than a smudge. The Inspector loosened his trench coat pockets and strode forward cautiously, his shadow climbing higher and higher.

“Science may have played baseball, but she couldn't have dropped the anomaly event,” the Inspector replied. Marconi was getting involved with her college roommate and she wasn't going to make it to the Glade. I hopelessly felt chills run down my cruiser. “What kind of otherworldly inhuman screech was staring at us?” I asked.

Janine zipped my mouth like a cord of boa constrictors. She was trying to accomplish some eldritch crime. “She left behind the soundproof glass!” the Inspector muttered. “Thank viscera I saw her without goosebumps on her thigh. The wendigo was something fundamentally different.” Sinewy miracles were swarming about the place with the usual amount of purple sparks.

I nodded, but otherwise I could barely make a ruckus. Footsteps clacked like clumps of neon red bells with horribly scary murders. We knew that whatever was behind us could only get through the opening in the air by hidden platforms. My uncle was gone completely. “Sorry to tell you about the world,” the Inspector said quietly. “It wasn't going to make everything like a movie.”

Characters

 * Mark Hannigan
 * The Inspector
 * Olivia Marconi
 * Janine Zimmerman