ICONS (Final Draft Coming Soon)

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Here's a funny chapter to ease the intensity😉. Hope you enjoy!

2099/10/15
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07:50 am

Claire Amadeus
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Jacob has gotten a lot worse.

Kaddinak, the-weird-alien-Sentinel-kid, told me he was going to get worse but I didn't realize how bad he was going to get.

He often shakes and screams vigorously when he sleeps, to the fact that I have to go downstairs, wake him and comfort him, when I do this he often says things - things I don't understand.

Henry, my husband, works at the scientific research facility in U.N.I. City One. He has informed me that the changes happening to his body are quite frankly defying the laws of nature. His body is changing...mutating.

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"Claire, Claire, Claire!" Henry nudges my side, waking me up from my sleep. I wave him away, as I know what he wants.

"It's your turn." I say my voice dry and plain.

"He's your brother." With that he pulls the duvet straight off me. Soon the cold air envelopes me.

I sigh but my voice is swept away by Jacob's yelling, which has become a night time ritual in this house.

I drag myself out of bed and walk downstairs in my purple house coat with matching bunny slippers.

As I reach downstairs I clap my hands making the beautifully decorated hallway light up as more of Jacob's yells fill the house.

I walk to one of the walls and tap on it.

"Show me Jacob's room." I say rather exasperated to the house A.I.

"Showing room labelled 'Jacobs Room'." The lifeless feminine voice of A.I announces.

In seconds I have Jacobs room. He's doing the usual, shaking viciously like a snake without its head and with those blood curdling yells escaping his mouth like he's a bloody rooster.

I continue my journey to him as I begin to drag my feet once again.

But before I enter the hell room, I journey to the kitchen. As I enter I dish out commands to the appliances.

"Black coffee, make breakfast for Henry, send out the cleaning bots to Jacobs Room and organise the dishes." Soon after, the appliances do as instructed like lifeless slaves to my bidding.

I take my cup of coffee and continue my quest.

Now at Jacob's door, I question if I should bring Kaddinak in case things go south - like last time.

With a big sip of my coffee I gather my thoughts and shake the cowardice away and venture into Jacob's room.

I clap bringing light to Jacob's room, the cleaning bots soon join us, cleaning all the vomit stains and various other stains that Jacob has inflicted on my wonderful carpet floor.

I glance at the crazy man known as my brother. The abnormal virus that started on his hand has now spread to his leg, parts of his torso and to one side of his face making him look like some freak cyborg.

I sit on the side of his bed. The house isn't quiet anymore but this time Jacob has nothing to do with it, the appliances working in the kitchen fill the morning air with bacon and eggs as well as the faint suctioning sound of the cleaning bots, but of course Jacob's yelling joins the noise.