The Disappointment [On Hold]

The Disappointment [On Hold]

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After Being discarded into the hallway, a dark void full of souls that can never escape, experiment #105391, nicknamed Dioma by the lost souls, is the only experiment that has managed to keep hold of his physical form and most of his mental health. The only problem is; the lost souls of the creator's previous experiments despise him and want him gone. Gone and gone now! Dioma needs to escape this underground lab. The first obstacle though is one he may never be able to overcome. When exposed to sunlight experiment #105391 literally withers up and seems to die. His already frightening appearance turns into that of a charged black skeleton with eight soot covered, spider like, sharp, metal limbs protruding out of his back. Breaking out might be a little harder than he had originally anticipated.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.

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