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"𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭?"
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⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS⚠️
Violence Body Horror
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞
The training room in Sector Five was under reconstruction following an incident involving a T Rex. Hobie Brown was one of the many who frequented the halls, taking care to spend a few minutes dangling his legs over the edge of a broken beam being attended to by repair bots.
A man who valued his privacy like it was sacred to his very essence, he sought out the blindspots in Miguel's futuristic surveillance system, finding places where he could sit and reflect away from the oppressive gaze of a thousand cameras.
This time, the repair bots are surprised to see a white cat sitting on the beams instead of the sage-like punk engineer who used to hum while he repaired their broken equipment.
The cat purrs as it brushes past them- soft, warm fur gliding against cold unyielding polymer, and stalks forward, his fluffy tail arching over his back.
The corner he heads to is nestled between two walls, lit only by a single disc diode hovering overhead that casts a neat circle of light on the space below. The cat purrs as he slides through the tangles of plastic, wires and cables hanging between the two walls and treads over the circle of light.
Around the circle of light on the floor is a crude circle of runes marked with white paint that the cat had stolen from the repair bots that morning. Despite the inherent difficulty of having to draw without opposable thumbs, the cat had managed to complete the rune circle. He yawns, picks up a rat he had killed that morning and places it gently in the centre of the circle.
The cat steps outside and takes his seat, his fur still a pristine white as he poises. The purr that leaves his chest seems to stir the still air, and an urn pops into existence before him.
The cat tips the urn into the circle with a push of his front leg, letting it shatter into a thousand jagged fragments over the dead rat.
The fragments sink into their shadows, swallowed up by the darkness spilling out from the confines of their outlines and bleeding into the circle. The darkness acquires the consistency of hot tar, sending out long webbed pseudopodia into the air as it swirled, staying within the circle of runes.
