Transfurnetic Labs

A Familiar Spell

Spell put his headphones and hood back on.
"Spell, don't get attached, he isn't the same Jack you knew." Abby said sternly from the other end of the call
"Yeah... I know..." Spell said seemingly saddened by the statement. "Anyways, what information do you have on the target location?"
"Its in the small town of Farnsdale near the city where Jack works actually." Abby said, the sound of mechanical typing faintly heard in the background.
"Interesting location, but I believe it. They aren't that smart." Spell held out his paw like hand and made a small motion vanishing from his location and reappearing near the target location. "Done, what should I expect from this place?"
"I can't get used to the fact you can real magic." Abby spoke in awe.
"Focus Abby."
"Right, sorry, it's contaminated with a lot of failed Transfurnetics, I'd recommend trying to play it safe... Or just go full murder mode, up to you really."
"Well, let's see how many tangos we got " Spell turned and faced the building. It was a large office like building with many windows. Some of the windows were broken and some parts of the building had begin to decay while others had already crumbled.
Spell approached the front door and opened it a crack. He peeked through the crack and saw nothing. Spell quietly made his way in crouched down. He looked around the room, it was a run down reception area that was rather small. The sound of a heavy wet footsteps approached the room from a nearby hall, Spell quickly ducked behind the near by desk and only peeked enough around the corner to see the creature enter the room. The creature was in full view, it had lopsided cat ears with short arms and long fingers attached to the small hands. Its legs were long and backwards, a grey substance dripped from its eyes.
Spell spoke softly, "Man... Everytime I see these things they give me the creeps..."
"Yeah, you never get used to them really. They are some next level uncanny valley stuff." Abby chimed in.
Spell watched as the creature slowly panned the room before walking off down another hall.
"Any idea where the target is?" Spell continued to speak softly.
"It should be in the archives room in the basement." Mechanical clacking was heard faintly again.
"Right on, I'll try and find the ebtrance." Spell moved from his spot and down the hall to his left. "It's pretty quiet for a place that should be crawling with these Netics." Spell said sound perplexed by the lack of enemies.
"What do you mean?" Abby asked in confusion.
"I only saw one so far and other than that, this place is oddly quiet"
"That... Can't be right..."
Spell rounded a corner almost tripping over something. He looked down to see what it was.
"I think I found out why." Spell said in concern.
"Report." Abby quickly responded.
"Someone else has been here and delt with most of them. I just almost tripped over one of the corpses." Spell examined the body. "Looks to be done with a gun."
"Be careful, they could still be around." Said Abby.
"Of course." Spell continued down the hall. Spell rounded a corner nearly bumping into a creature. He quickly hid back around the corner, the cretaure quickly turning and following only to see nothing there before walking off.
"Too close..." Spell thought to himself. He continued around the corner finding the basment door to his left. "Bingo..." He peeked the door seeing the way was clear and headed inside shutting the door behind him. He made his way down stairs to the archive room and began digging through it.
"Details on the target file?" Spell asked.
"Don't know actually, all we know is that it's there." Abby replied.
"Welp was worth a shot to ask." Spell said as he kept digging.
After digging through files for a few minutes Spell comes across a fold with some papers in it. He takes them out and begins to read them.
"Dear god..." Spell said in shock.
"What is it?" Abby quickly replied.
"These documents... Jeff was researching a way to rewrite the human race forcefully with substance T-97... If he finds a way to pull it off he-" Spell is cut off by a voice and a gun cock.
"Will be able to rule as god of the new world." The voice in a sly tone.
Spell slowly rose his paws, "Jeff..."
"Hand over the documents, or get shot." Jeff smirked as he had spell held at gun point. "We wouldn't want people knowing my plans, would we?"
Spell slowly turned around, "Why? Why are you doing this?" Spell said as he slowly handed over the documents.
"Because the human race is an inferior and destructive species. Mass shootings, rapes, terrorism and so many other evil acts."
"So you would forsake them as a whole for the actions of a smaller few!?"
"I would forsake them all for allowing such despicable acts." Jeff chuckles.
"You're a fucking monster is what you are..." Spell spat in Jeff's face.
Jeff wiped the spit off his face and punched Spell causing him to stumble. "I may be a monster but at least I didn't destory an entire world." Before Spell could attack, Jeff was gone.