??? POV: I run as fast as I can, the cold night air closing in around me as I turned right, into a narrow alleyway. I run forward till I find a open steampipe and climb inside. thankfully it my size and no larger. my mask muffles my heavy, gasping breath on the outside but I know it can hear me if it strains enough to listen,whatever "IT" is. suddenly I hear "IT" coming near. the heavy metal steps of rusted claws and rubber pads, the twisting, whirring and creaking of old gears and hydraulics, the uneven rhythmic thumping and screech of steam being pumped and released. as it slowly gets lauder I scoot back into the pipe,causing more steam and heat to force itself on me, making it fog up my glasses and make me sweat.
suddenly the sound stopped just ahead of the pipe like it is second guessing itself, like it knows I'm here. I press myself down against the bottom of the pipe. Laying there,listening for that stupid thing to leave. suddenly I hear it, getting louder and louder the thumping and screaming, twisting and turning of gears, that "THING" coming closer, and closer . . . .
"It"s POV: I sense my target. its hear but its not hear. I was just chasing it. I know its hear, it has to be. creak,creak,screech,thump. my gears let out a burst of steam. my data base searching for possibilities. suddenly my night filter turns on brightening the pipe before me. alongside that I turn on my heat signatures only to find . . . . . . . target: denied. heat signature:not found. nothing. I turn my rusty,metal,decaying body away.
I walk forward to the other side of the alleyway only to have a red ERROR flash before my vision.immediately my old outdated scanners to find not 1,not 2,not 3, not 4 but 36 problems. and all were related to one core problem, a poor Wi-Fi signal . . . . . . Error:signal not found, know shutting down.
moral of the story: what's the Wi-Fi password
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original book of short stories
General Fictionall stories are mine.no x readers stories from random to weird to funny to dark and sad to glad
