'Why the fuck did I do that?' was the first thing shooting through Kyle's mind as he grabbed the top of the turtle's injured head.
Before Kyle could even activate his drill, he was already pulled back into the turtle shell.
But it didn't stop there!
The next moment, the turtle's head pulled downwards, and he was pulled into a massive hole.
Kyle was pushed against the walls of the hole, and he felt his back being ripped apart.
He gritted his teeth and finally managed to activate the drill before ramming it into the top of the turtle's head.
Almost immediately, the force on Kyle's back intensified, and he felt his bones crack.
The turtle wanted to turn him into a smear of blood on the wall!
Kyle's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth as he put as much force on the drill as possible.
CRRRRRRR!
But then, the drill started to have difficulties after hitting the turtle's massive skull.
It still continued drilling, but it was much slower than before.
The next moment, Kyle no longer felt the walls touching his back, and he knew what was about to happen.
The turtle's head moved away from the wall, and the next moment, it rammed its head back into the wall with more force.
CRK!
Kyle's spine broke, and a good chunk of blood was squeezed out of his mouth.
Breathing became impossible.
However, the force of the slam also gave the drill enough force to break through the skull.
Somehow, Kyle still managed to keep the drill in his grip, and it continued moving erratically in the turtle's skull.
The turtle's body started to twist and turn uncontrollably.
'Hold the drill!' was the only thing Kyle could think.
The drill kept absorbing Kyle's energy, and he felt like he was about to drift away into unconsciousness.
And then, the drill stopped.
Kyle's heart nearly stopped beating.
The drill was out of energy!
Kyle was out of energy!
The head and neck of the turtle still kept jerking uncontrollably, and Kyle received another couple of hits to his broken back.
Luckily, the hits were not nearly as strong as they used to be.
In desperation, Kyle swallowed a mouthful of the blood he was continuously being drenched in.
Two seconds later, the drill reactivated.
'More!'
Kyle consumed as much as he could, and his broken arm chaotically moved around with the drill in its hand.
Chunks of brain flew everywhere, and Kyle kept consuming them ravenously.
Finally, the head stopped moving and slumped powerlessly.
Only the faint traces of muscle twitches could be felt coming from the turtle.
'Is it dead?' Kyle thought.
The next moment, Kyle felt an irresistible urge to pass out, and with his last thought, he barely managed to deactivate the drill.
Kyle lost consciousness.
Nothing.
An unknown period of nothing passed.
Confusion.
That was the first thing Kyle felt after waking up.
Nothing around him made sense.
Pain.
That was the next thing Kyle felt.
'Ah, my back!' he thought as he slowly regained clarity.
Next came weakness.
Kyle could barely move his body.
As he kept laying on his back, Kyle slowly remembered what had happened.
'Fantasy land,' he thought as he looked up.
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