Conditional Reality

Toybels Illtot watched the fairies advance toward him. He briefly considered going back through the rip to where he came from, but decided he would face his future here. The fairies arrived in a few seconds. They clobbered him repeatedly with their oil cans. Toybels cried out and covered his face. They tugged at his skin. Soon they had torn off most of it in bits. They flew back to the gears where they threw the pieces between the teeth. Toybels reached for air. He was blinded by his own blood pouring over his eyes. Help me, he said. Please.

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