10/22/22

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I know not if I should be even more terrified or if I should be fascinated beyond health. Last night during my shift(Which I have by myself. Just me and a monster...Doesn't get better than this.) a bomb was dropped on my life. Something has happened that leaves me with more questions and scattered thoughts. I was taking the routine bloodworkd from him that I needed, no longer phased by the fact that his blood was so dark that it was almost black. As I'm filling the vial the ccreature looks down at me. We lock eyes. But instead of just staring blankly at each other, he defied the status quo and opened his mouth to speak. In a deep octave, that was smooth and rugged he says to me, "Happy birthday." No one at The Company knows my true birthday. How did he know? Why did he speak?

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