𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗩𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 [𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗴𝘂𝗻 𝗕𝗼𝘆 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿]

[CHAPTER 2.5]

Where did I come from?

That's the only thing I ever thought about, considering there wasn't much else.

Besides from the padded white walls.

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Sometimes I miss the outside world, despite living out there for a year I managed to make the most of it.

I don't know what these things are that took me here, but I don't like them.

Not anymore.

Is it so wrong to feed?

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What's a variant?

That's all they ever call me.

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Green liquid, tons of it, had just been added to my cell.

Barrels full of it, I think they're gonna dunk me in.

They're gonna kill me.

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It didn't work.

I was dunked to no effect, except for my body exploding.

But, this time it was different.

My body, it... reformed by growing off of tentacles I sent out of my neck, was this always a feature?

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I had just found out they were keeping more of my kind here, I wonder why.

Are they not allowed to eat freely too?

Why?

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MM-B.

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They haven't tried to kill me in a while, do they not know how to kill a creature?

I don't understand these beings, what don't they understand about death?

Have they never experienced it before? Why?

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It's been a year, my body's gotten taller, as expected.

They still feed me, despite it being poorly made it can still fill up someone like me.

My body has adapted to their slop.

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What's a 'GOD'?

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They don't every visit me anymore, they don't even feed me.

What wrong with me? Am I useless? Should I die?

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It's lonely... so lonely...

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Human beings, that's what they're called.

I hate them. I genuinely hate them.

I want to murder them, I want to hear them cry out for help, only to be consumed further by the overcoming darkness, the last thing they'll see is red, then black.

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What was I thinking?

I can't kill human beings, they fed me.

They helped me...

Didn't they?

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I don't know what to do, they had injected my face with my own species' blood, and are now injecting me with the venom.

My head is cracking, I can feel it.

It's bubbling.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the explosion and sweet release of death.

But it never came.

I was there, unscathed.

I could tell, by the human being's faces, they were mad, mad at me.

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Perhaps I should just die, so they can feel better...