The Nomad Chronicles

“I need more slack on the line!”
I give more slack as we lower MoSh into a great cavern. Raven is a black moth flitting around MoSh. She settles on his shoulder. I telepathically ask Raven if this is real. I can’t do an RC right now, because, fuck, what if it’s real? I am holding a rope one of my best friends is hanging off of. But, one of my other best friends is a moth. Oh, this is-
‘HOLD! PUT A ROUND TURN ON IT!”

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We are being lowered down a great shaft in an elevator. There is a man from the Shadow Government. “We are trying to do our best,” he explains. “We cannot panic the Surface Dwellers.”
“Excuse, me, aren’t you human?”
“Yes, but I have sworn an oath to live undeground for twenty years, for the benefit of mankind. You get used to it. I can still go to the surface on my days off, but when I “work,” I live here.”
“Why?”
“You will soon see.”
He takes us to a room, and there is a large alien Grey there in an energy cage about seven or 8 feet tall. It smells like some kind of strange chemical. It is calmly throwing itself against the bars, and destroying its body. It seems to feel no emotion as it does this. “LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!” it shouts telepathically.
“Don’t listen to him. That fucker would love to melt your Jesus face off in a heartbeat, hippie.”
I am deeply disturbed by this entire situation. I teleport into the cage. The alien stop moving.
The man freaks out. ‘IT’S GOING TO KILL YOU HOW THE HELL DID YOU TELEPORT? YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO GET OUT OF THERE! YOU’RE AN ALIEN! THERE IS NO TELEPORTING OUT OF THERE!” he screams.
“Ah, thank you brother, now let me steal your soul, idiot,” says the Grey as his mouth opens larger and larger, ringed with teeth. I see a parasite’s tail on the roof of his mouth. I stomp on the Grey’s face, and gently extract the parasite, and drop it on the ground. The Grey pushes me off, and smashes the parasite with TK. The alien spins its head around and it cracks.
“The microverse is trying to destroy us all. You don’t understand. This is not sentient life against sentient life, not in the sense you see it. The microverse is consuming the macroverse. But, maybe now you do.”
MoSh turns off the cage, and we walk through the caverns. The government man is speechless. He says something into a radio, and an alarm goes off. Raven electrocutes the power supply somehow, and disables the alarm with a little moth giggle. MoSh looks at all the glowing crystals and fungi on the caverns.