Oblivion chapter 1

by Poecilotheria metallica

(This is where I kill all of the Skullh*lm characters horribly, if you're wondering)

Skullhelm watched as she was sucked into a massive swirling technicolour portal, she had no idea where it had come from, she tried to grab at the springy Highland grass, but was unable to reach it.

At the other end of the glowing tunnel, she was tossed out into a little house, it had wooden walls, a brown bed in one corner, a small stone cooking oven in another, a purple/brown checkered carpet, and a large bookshelf crammed with a multitude of books, human bones, non-human bones, potions, and a formicarium.

On this bookshelf, reading a purple book on fungi, was a large blue spider with multiple paler diamond markings on it's back and very fluffy limbs.

"Forgive me for the rocky journey" said the spider, not looking up from their book. "Who are you anyway?" Replied Skullhelm.

"Oh, where are my manners, I forgot to introduce myself" the spider said, "I am Poecilotheria metallica, your creator and, technically, deity"

The spider looked at a bare wall of the house, and another swirling hole opened, through which tumbled Sapphire, Zéta Éta and Théta, The Human, and Storm The Second.

"Ssssso" hissed Poecilotheria metallica, "we ssshould get down to businesssss"

"Namely, I've sent you here, essentially, to survive until last, especially by force!"

"Good" interupted Skullhelm "I can't wait to be the one who rips out Storm II's heart and feeds it to the Ichthyornis"

"that privilege is MINE, I'm afraid. . . Except for the Ichthyornis, it's be a pity for such a lovely meal to go to those seagulls" replied Sapphire.

"ANYWAY" shouted the spider, still not looking up from their book on fungi.

"It starts now!"

As Poecilotheria said this, the floor entirely disappeared, in the good eighty seconds of free fall that she had, Skullhelm saw that they were in a massive arena, edged with solid teK walls that made titanosaurs look tiny, a massive blue force field that she witnessed vapourizing several pteras.

There was no way out of this arena, that was certain.