MTLNOVEL Chapter 62: Incoming!
Quagmire, with unrelenting desperation, immediately holstered his pistol and brought out his bolt-action rifle. Once he grabbed it, he was already in full display from the audience, and the Fat Digger could practically see him with its very own naked eye. The Fat Digger, realizing what was happening, stared in front of it and growled in anger like there was no tomorrow left in the world. It started to wiggle around the ground more aggressively, to the horror of the wolf cub a few meters beside it.
Thankfully, as if the world was on Quagmire's side, the stone cave collapsed further on top of the fat digger and was crushed even more, rendering it unable to move further. In its predicament, it finally realized its situation and began to silently stare at Quagmire, who was pointing the rifle at it. It released a low growl; it felt threatened, but it wanted to sound even more threatening to salvage what's left of it.
Just as Quagmire was about to pull the trigger, he hesitated, not because he could not kill the Fat Digger, but rather it might invite unwanted, unmitigated risk. With his current confirmation, there are fat diggers that were crushed in the fall. Now it is just awaiting for him to kill them, now he does not want to alert others if there were.
If he were to pull the trigger now, even if he had the variable silencer on, he must remember that he was currently inside something that was near to an echo chamber. Even with the variable silencer, it is still strong enough to cause noises and eventually echo in an echo chamber, making it worse, adding reverberation.
With that thought in mind, he brought up his user interface, pressed the tab for the spatial inventory, and there he saw what he was looking for. It was his Bolt Action Bayonet. Almost immediately, he summoned it out, and to the look of surprise of the fat digger, it was not something he expected.
Once the bayonet was out, and with a big grin, he pushed the bayonet through the barrel of the gun and attached it to the barrel below the main one. With a simple click of a mechanism, it was now lodged into the opposing side of the barrel of the rifle. It was now securely placed and locked tight, but he tried to move it and found it quite difficult.
Once it was firmly in place, he slowly but patiently walked over the front of the Fat Digger. The Fat digger, seeing its prey move towards it, felt fear; its current position was that it could not move but only whimper in despair. Even if its body is dead, it still keeps understanding, intelligence, and empathy, all that make a human a human. Yet at the same time, it's not a human.
Even still, the Fat Digger wiggled in motion to no avail; it did nothing but worsen its already bad and humiliating position further. A few moments passed by, and Quagmire arrived at the top of the Fat digger, overlooking it from the top.
He took a massive breath and brought the buttocks of the rifle pointing upward and the bayonet pointing downward directly at the forehead of the fat digger. With a single thrust of downward motion, the bayonet was plunged into the forehead of the fat digger. With all his might, he continued to push it deeper, but it was too shallow.
The Fat Digger was now in pain and was growling extremely loudly. Quagmire's heartbeat increased ever so slightly; he needs to make haste, as his ears perked up with the continuous sounds of growling echoing throughout the collapsed ground.
Glancing from side to side, his surroundings are too narrow and so he would easily be pushed into the corners around here. He made a mistake, and so he must quickly get up to the top, but before that, he must eliminate this threat immediately, before it gets worse for him.
With a heap of air, he pulled the bayonet and pushed it back again with the power of all the mountains he could think of, and if it was not enough, he repeatedly did the same thing. It was not until his fifth repeat that the fat digger finally went silent.
The fat digger was now dead, and so he glanced from left to right, and made haste to move, but alas, it was already too late. The ground beneath him reverberated, which automatically made him take cover. He hid behind a bunch of stones, and when he looked to the side, he was shocked that he had almost forgotten; at his side was the wolf cub that was now whimpering weakly.
Despite his predicament and being the cause of it, he did not have the heart to abandon the wolf cub, and so, despite being now surrounded, he picked up the cub and put it deep in his chest pockets. Overlooking his environment, he decided to move slowly. First, he waited for a Fat digger to pass by him. Fortunately, he was able to spot this one first, as it seemed to have gone towards the location where he killed the other fat digger.
Upon going through, he peeked through the sides of some stones again and saw that there were only two left. It seemed that the fat digger earlier, making loud rowdy noises, had woken up three fat diggers. One already passed him, and so the last two, he had to make it fast.
Quickly thinking, he grabbed some stones and threw them over the other side, without them seeing them. The stones crashed and made a loud sound. Fearing that something was happening again, the two fat diggers rushed towards its location, and with it, Quagmire was able to make a quick and efficient escape, without making too much noise and with graceful steps, despite being overwhelmed by his situation.
Upon reaching the top, he saw that the sun was about to go down, and so he made his way down too, so he could finally see his sons. Furthermore, it seems like he would finally be able to feel what it's like having a pet, as he cradles the now sleeping wolf cub in his embrace.