The 'human' kept approaching Gutaxun, and essentially, Jimmy and Rulya. He didn't know what to do here, other than to command Gutaxun to stop walking. At this point he was hoping that he was hallucinating, because whatever approached them, was too bold, and hence troublesome if it was a real human.

Considering that Gutaxun and Rulya's pet weren't reacting, it strongly hinted that they weren't seeing the 'human' he saw. This was almost comforting, but he still couldn't blame what he was seeing to his lack of sleep. Daytime dinosaurs had poor eyesight, even more so in the engulfing darkness of the night, so they wouldn't be able to see a human unless they were a few feet away from them.

It was a perplexing matter, but at last, he decided to try and communicate with it. If he was hallucinating, the figure would not answer back, or yet, it might answer, so he wouldn't get closer to the truth either way, but it was worth a shot.

Since he didn't have another idea either, he yelled out, "Hello there! Up here! Can you see me?"

"See?" The figure repeated. "You?"

Judging from the voice, he was talking to a man, but his tone was swallowed by an unexplained echo, amplifying his every word. It certainly didn't sound human.

"Shit…" He said under his breath, "What the fuck is this?"

Scared, he then shouted, "Hey, fuckass! What the hell do you want?"

"Want?" The figure parroted, and its voice got louder, adding to the anticipation. "Who?"

Jimmy didn't know what to think. He didn't even know if this figure could be attacked. It didn't help that he couldn't make out the details of its face either. It terrified him.

Suddenly, he remembered that this might be a hallucination. He was surprised that he was experiencing any hallucinations at all, but he took it under consideration again, and then acknowledged it as a fact. It couldn't be anything else.

Gutaxun, and the other pet dinosaur did not behave as if a man was in front of them, no, they only reacted when Jimmy shouted. They frantically looked around, trying to figure out what he was yelling at, which only encouraged the theory of hallucination.

Jimmy rubbed his eyes instinctively, as to get rid of the hallucination in some way. Then, when he looked back into the grasslands, the figure was gone.

Concerned for everyone's wellbeing, he then looked at Rulya, and noticed that she hadn't woken up, despite his shouting that was equal to that of a mad man's. She felt safe in his arms, so she was still knocked out cold.

Jimmy then looked up, and suddenly, the figure was in front of him, right on top of Gutaxun's back, and a mere two feet away!

The figure was black, as in, it was dark, and lacked any, and all features that would make a human look like a human. With that considered, the situation shifted from manic, and headed towards the paranormal.

"What do you want?" He asked, and tried to put a brave face on. "Do you know me?"

"No," The figure answered. "I do not know you, and I also know you."

This was the first answer the figure had given which wasn't a repetition of what Jimmy said. This wasn't any better, though, as he was close to shitting himself.

It didn't help that the figure's voice sounded far, and close at the same time. He was almost convinced that he was talking to a ghost of some sort, but back on Earth, he had never heard of the paranormal being so confrontational. Ghosts were supposed to haunt people simply for the love of the game, and not to chit-chat.

"What do you want from me?" He asked, "What are you?"

"I am," It answered, "And, I am not."

"Sure," He sighed, and remarked, "That makes sense. Are you that god that I came on? Are you messing with me?"

The figure did not answer, took a few steps back, moving its 'crotch' away from his face, and afterwards it squatted down.

Slowly, it reached out its arm, and within the blink of an eye, a ball appeared on its hand. One that looked familiar.

"Is that my…?" He tried to ask, but wasn't comfortable enough to finish the question.

"Take it," Its voice reverberated, angry, and calm at the same time. "It is yours."

Jimmy was hesitant. Every gut feeling of his was practically screaming at him to not take what the dark figure offered him, but then again, he feared what would happen if he refused. This world was messed up already, he couldn't afford to be possessed by an angry entity as well.

"This is so fucking random," He sighed.

He did not want to cooperate, but the entity forced his hand. He reached out, and grabbed the ball. It barely weighed a pound, and when he saw its light-gray color, he immediately confirmed what it was.

This weird figure, this entity, had gone beyond its way to return Jimmy's hardened ball of semen to him! This led him to believe that he killed a human with his semen, but the math still didn't add up.

The paranormal weren't supposed to be able to hold physical items, especially when it came to carrying a ball of semen for miles, just to return it to him, the semen's owner. The math canceled out.

"Is that all?" He asked, "You scared the living shit out of me just to return the ball?"

The entity did not answer. He couldn't read its face either, as the entity was faceless, so he was further away from a proper answer than he ever was. He was stunned.

"Wake up," The entity suddenly said, its voice strong, and demanding. "Wake up, you're in trouble! Wake up, now!"

"I'm not asleep, ya spooky bastard!" He shouted.

The entity kept yelling at him, so with little options left, he decided to double down. He knew for a fact that he was awake, and nothing could change that fact, nothing could move it, so he started yelling back at the entity at the top of his lungs!

"Fuck you!" He exclaimed, frustrated. "Here ye, I'm awake! Piss aff!"

Jimmy kept cussing, and yelling back at the mysterious figure. Only after his third cuss did he figure out that his very own way of speech was changing.

In other words, his accent changed, and leaned towards the Scottish side? He had not been a scotsman in his previous life, so it went without saying that he didn't know where the accent came from, and he didn't know what was going on!

He embraced his accent change at this point, as it made him sound angrier, and perhaps more intimidating. He started shouting louder, as if he was piss drunk after Scotland lost the Championships.

He went full on Scottish, "Here ye, ye dirty, spooky, faceless bastard! Get oot o here, an niver show yer face here again! Ye hear me? A rebuke ye, monster! Piss aff!"

Somehow, it worked. The entity first chuckled, and then it disappeared.

"Finally," He sighed.

Afterwards, almost instinctively, he looked at the ball that was handed to him, and suddenly, his world went dark.

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