i dont know what i am doing with my life
the title says it all. you still want me to tell you? damn it. okay uhh i really dont know read the book to find out
why did i make this? I have no idea..
i made this as a joke please stop giving it attention...
The lights flickered. I knew this day would come. Being a guard here..is tiring. And you have to clean up the bodies after blackouts because there are no damn janitors..yet.
The lights then fully shut off. "Well that's great.." I said. I then turned on my flashlight. Ahead of me stood a shade. It represents guards, sure, but..it's not as nice as you'd hope. Wait- A shade in a blackout? Not a nightshade..a shade. Pretty odd. Then, it hit me. Literally. I stepped back and pulled out my baton. I put my flashlight on my waist. It backed up in fear. I ran up to the shade, hitting it with the baton, and hitting it with my taser.
The shade backed up after being shocked, eventually running away. I was in the slimehound area. A massive target area in blackouts. I stepped back, failing to notice a bucket was suddenly placed on my head. I'd say I'm a pretty experienced guard..but you don't just notice that.
A few seconds later, I felt something gooey coming from my head. "AH SHIT!" I yelled. I fell to the floor as the grey goo covered my body, ripping my hazmat to shreds. I blacked out a moment later.
***
I slowly opened my eyes. I remembered what happened. I looked at my new body, first my paws. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I mean..I might make some friends or something..maybe.
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