Cole is cruising in the city. The bike's fuel gauge is acting up. Cole smacks the gauge, "The hell?" The street lights flicker some as a stop light flicks on all three lights dead ahead in the dark. "WHAT DO YOU WANT? MY FUCKING BUSNESS CARD?" The lights turn sideways and turn white as they dont move out of the way.
"I'll FUCKING HIT YOU, I DON'T CARE" Cole shifts up as she slams on the throttle and speeds closer to them as she tucks closer to the bike. It still remains, refusing to move. Cole shifts up again as she keeps on the throttle, "DON'T TEST ME BITCH"
It waits to get hit. Cole slams into the 3 lights as she flips over the handle bars and the bike falls over. The lights don't budge an inch as after the hit it turns to look at Cole. Cole's breathing is shallow as she stares back.
"Fuck...you" More lights drift out from the alley as the being steps out. Only its faint white face is seen in the dark. Cole snaps to staring at the white face, "what...do...you..want?" After a moment there's a strong feeling of good luck as Cole is healed, "Why?" Cole stands up and dusts herself off as she walks over to her bike.
Behind the being, Cole can see a few giant sock puppets peek out from the dark.
"Oh fuck off" Cole climbs onto her bike and tries to start it but it fails to start. One of the sock puppets moves closer to Cole and is easier to see. Cole tries to start it again as she begins to internally panic, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," The sock puppet moves to be inches away from him. Cole gets off the bike and throws it at the puppet as she starts sprinting back towards the house. A wall of limbs lower to block her path. Cole skids to a halt and spins around to face the sock puppet. The sock puppet goes to move inches from him again.
Cole draws her revolver and tries to shoot it in the eyes. It blows a hole straight through the fabric. Under the street light he can see into the sock puppet to see the dark thin limbs of the Frobwobber moving the fabric. Cole shoots at the thin limbs, "Fuck you, scrongly bitch!" The limbs are uneffected as the sock puppet moves as if its a large hand that is holded out towards Cole. Cole rolls backwards and shoots at the torso of the puppet. The fabric is several holes as it lowers some as to not be threatening. Cole cocks the hammer back on the revolver as she breathes heavily and stops walking away from it. The sock puppet slowly reaches up to Cole's head. Cole watches it while pointing the revolver. It gently boops his nose.
Cole stares blankly. It pulls back and puppets the sock puppet to smile at him.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Cole looks confused. The sock puppet points at Cole's neck. Cole holsters the revolver and sighs. "I'm not Dr. Batter" It stays pointing, "Do you want it? Is that why you're pointing?" It moves as if holding out a hand again. Cole takes off the black stone pendent and places it in the hand, "Fine, take it." The limbs near the sock puppet backs away quick enough that the pendent drops on the ground and the crack on it is alot larger. All of the limbs and puppets slowly move into the dark out of sight, "God damn it," Cole groans and picks it up and inspects the crack.
It looks a tap away from breaking apart. Cole taps on it, "It's fiiiine." It breaks in half as the soul glows brightly. "Oh fuck." It glows even brighter, lighting up the street around them as it becomes too hot to hold. "FUCK," Cole drops it as the smell of plastic lingers in the air. Dust collects around it, being pulled in from the air. Slowly its forming limbs and a body around the soul. Cole puts the soul in the middle of the street and watches. It slowly forms a being like that of the thing taker. But it is significantly larger and its fur is red. It's teeth are formed correctly into sharp fangs. It's eyes snap open to have slit pupils. It looks down at Cole. Cole stares at it, "Are you gonna attack me?"
It glances around at the street before looking back at Cole, "I will not. Thank you for breaking the pendant and freeing me," its voice is rather low and gruff.
"What is your name? And what are you?" Cole looks somewhat confused.
"I go by no name for I see myself as suiting them all. I am a Divulgaric Magpie, a hoarder of the dead."
Cole sighs and mutters, "just like my father," Cole then speaks up, "Well uh have fun I guess"
"I hope you know, I plan to free the others as well. In doing so, your friend who owned that place may meet a gruesome fate for collecting their own kind like art pieces. I hope that you don't have any reasons to interfere."
"Good, I'm glad they will."
"Farewell, Risen" It nods. Cole smiles slightly and picks up her dirt bike as she disappears.