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#2018-01-31 08:33:18, as written by Davien

Frankie drifted in and out of sleep, sitting propped up in a booth next to the small confectionary stand. The booth, strategically located in the back corner of the shops seating area, was the most concealed area he could find. Still bleary from the sedatives and weak from the surgery, he basked in short window of solitude he had. Taking a deep breath, he felt a twinge of dulled pain come from several places. Not helping was the unfamiliar way Frank was having to position himself with the bewildering changes to his frame and fresh incisions from recent surgeries.
With both hands, he reached for the empty teacup in front of him. Just as he was taught, he raised it to his muzzle and made a sipping sound. Even if he knew there was no liquid in the cup, which was up for debate, the action itself seemed to have a calming effect. His mind was a jumble of questions he couldn’t even ask at the moment, feelings of unease brought on by some of the other patients and doctors.

With only one eye, it was hard to gauge how close or far away any given one was. Even with that being the case, his current position nestled into the seat of this current booth, out of sight and mind gave him some comfort. Plus, having no doctor giving him constant attention at least helped him make one friend. He made the slightly annoying sipping sound again, a bit louder this time.

Frankie played the role of quiet observer, watching as other expirements filed into the area. At least one thing can be said, it was certainly more entertaining and exciting than the holding cell they had him in. This being his first outing, he did have a subliminal instinct and urge to roam buried under the drugs. His friend had actually suggested they take a walk, but poor Frankie just didn’t quite feel up to it. Just the mental stimulation alone was starting to give him a headache. Or maybe that was the sedatives wearing off. He took another deep breath, pads gripping the porcelain cup a bit tighter.

Shifting his weight again, he found another position which wasn’t putting weight on his back. He put down the cup, closing his eyes and laying his head down on the table. Facing his gaze outward, he continued to watch the surrounding area, wondering if all of them had been put through what he had, and if they could remember back before a few days ago, like he couldn’t.

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#2018-01-31 19:43:32, as written by Zaria

Life in a cell is such a boring life…always under surveillance, there’s always almost nothing to do. It’s sad because all she wants is to see them cry, fear for their lives, run and run as the blood fest once again starts.

She knew that with each failed escape, chance for blood fest and success was smaller. Chance for entertainment also, but entertainment could be found in form of those who guard her, in form of those who are called scientists and last…in form of “subjects”.

Somehow she sit still, motionless.

Usually she’s always moving, always searching for a way out.
But…
That’s when she’s agitated…now Velera is bored.
“Ohh, come on…Why won’t anyone come?” She looked up to one of surveillance cameras, hoping for something, or someone to come.
“ What a bore…” She sighed, and her sight went to hands, hands marked with small scars.

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#2018-01-31 19:49:17, as written by Arkanistka

Jared finished the book he was reading and sighed. Again it took him only a week to read everything the scientists brought to him, from „Lord of the Rings Trilogy” to a book about quantum physics. He looked over to the gaming console he asked for but it wasn't giving him the thrill.

He got up and went towards the cell door made of reinforced glass. As usual, the staff was busy or was ordered to ignore the man. After driving a scientist towards depression, Jared was prisoned in a cell in Sector Gamma of the facility. The girl already had signs of depression, he just pushed a bit and it ended up with her trying to commit suicide. Human lifes were just so delicate, so easy to destroy. It wasn't his actual purpose, he only was bored and she needed a person to talk to. He used her, as he used everyone since his accident.

He noticed a redhead walking towards his cell. He took a chair, placed in in front of the communicator in the door, and sat down. When the girl approached, he said: „My, my, if it isn't Scar. And here I thought everyone is going to bore me to death. I would offer you a cup of tea but I burned the kettle. Also, I doubt that I'm allowed to give anything to anyone here.”

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#2018-02-01 02:11:33, as written by Belynta

Tabitha yawned and stretched her arms over her head feeling a satisfying crunch as she did so. She slowly disentangled herself from the nest she had made of her blankets and stretched again. She had no idea what time it was, there wasn't much need for time in the facility, and didn't much care. She slept without any particular schedule simply sleeping when she was tired. Her room was dark, it had no windows, with only a sliver of light from under the door to see by. But Tabitha wasn't bothered by this, she could see just fine. She yawned again and debated whether or not to go back to bed, it wasn't as if she had anything important to do, but she decided against it. She changed out of the cotton trousers and t shirt into a frilly green maxi dress and colourful kimono over her shoulders before looking at one of the cameras in the room.
"Y'all gonna let me out today?"

The answer was an electronic beeping sound and Tabitha grinned and nodded to the camera. "You guys are such darlins today."

She wandered down the corridor to the rec area where there was shops and seats and where the other Alpha patients gathered. Tabitha had done her time in the more secure wings, especially when she'd first arrived, and was reminded again how good it was not to be stuck in her room all day. She hated her room, simply because she knew she was locked in, and spent as much time as she could out of it.

There wasn't many patients there and Tabitha sighed, so much for some entertainment. Damn this place was so boring, there was only so much playing with wool and hunting stuff she could stand. She sniffed the air picking up some new scents, one was distinctly animal and she zeroed in on the fox sitting in a booth.
He was well hidden and if she hadn't smelled him, an odd mix of fur, chemicals and...death. She felt an urge to stalk him, he wasn't likely to hear her approach, but she pushed the urge down. She was all too aware of what would happen if she behaved like that and wasn't keen on losing the relative freedom she had.

There was only one other patient in the room who looked human but smelled odd, but then everyone there smelled odd so that was nothing new. She walked into the room without hesitation feeling no insecurity about meeting new people. She was fully confident in herself.

"Morning y'all. Welcome to dullsville." She sat near the human looking guy but also not far from the fox, she wanted to watch him.

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#2018-02-02 10:35:47, as written by Zaria

Once more she wandered into a strange place, with a strange person. Seemingly simple man visibly bored, and trying to start a chat.
His cell had a window made of glass, beside it was some kind of communication device, and man sat in front of glass window.
Device had a button, button that she pushed, red light changed to green and it seemed he could now hear her.

“Says who exactly?” Her arms crossed as she waited for an answer from this strange man sitting in cell.

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#2018-02-03 13:26:42, as written by Belynta

Tabitha grinned at Tyler and took his hand and shook it firmly but not too firmly. She had taken a long time to learn how to control her enhanced strength and could now do most mundane things without breaking anything. Though for all she knew this man, who was apparently actually a blob like thing, might not have any actual bones to break.

"Well now." She drawled. "I ain't seen one of you here before an I have seen most. Been here years an seen all sorts but don't think I've ever seen a blob man."

She leaned back in her chair, the position looked precarious but she wasn't worried about falling, and grinned again.

"You mean you haven't guessed, well damn thats another first." She pointed to her eyes that although a normal colour had vertical pupils and looked identical to that of a cats.

"Some genius thought it was a good idea to mix cat and human together, see what happened I guess. They got me." She shrugged her eyes returning to the Fox in the corner. "Pretty normal if you see some of the others in here, if I knew who made me guess I oughta thank them for not doing sumethin worse."

She laughed then a playful sound. "Though its hell on a girls nails, you wouldn't believe how many scratching posts I go through in a month. Must cost em a fortune. Oh I forgot, i'm Tabitha but you can call me Tabby if you like. Its sorta a running joke around here."

She cocked her head to one side and watched the Fox unblinking, damn she really wanted to chase him. "You know there's a kind of dead, not dead Fox over there right? "

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#2018-02-06 22:22:53, as written by Zaria

"You? Alien? Funny, ask the idiot with chainsaw, she's not of this world and went nuts cause of emotions she experienced..." Flania couldn’t help, but chuckle. She knew well that he observed her every action, and as always she limited herself, her facial expression mostly cold once more.

“We can talk, if you are so curious, though don’t be surprised if you won’t get the thing you so desire.”
His question about her seemed to be born out of curiosity, but it’s a different talking case – he’s seemingly calm and collected, yet may seem to search for a way out.

“Boredom? I’m allowed to enter gamma sector more often than delta sector for obvious reasons, not to mention I angered her…”

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#2018-02-08 00:53:14, as written by DAOMR

There was no noise coming out of the silence in the room. Opening his mouth didn't amplify any smaller sounds either.

He could hear his own echoes and the echoes of his echoes at a low, uncomfortable volume that he couldn't reach with his complaints. Understandably, Hanan had started to shift around his room in the facility after having rested for the past 51 hours. For the same reason of having slept for so long, when he moved he'd take the chair with him, wearing a stiff upper lip as he did so.

It was a dark room, no noise - the Scientists had obliged him and kept everything dark and quiet at his request. But he hadn't obliged himself for a long time, and had kept himself noisy, unrestful, hypocritical in his cell for as long as he could remember so that it wouldn't be quiet. Although his desire to keep the room quiet hadn't changed, he'd become more energetic for lack of a better schedule or company.

As the chair squeaked due to its rubbing against the concrete floor, he stared frowning at the Roman candle in the middle of the room. This was the only luxury that remained, or perhaps the only luxury he ever had. He could remember a time where he had the luxury of being able to read books. Admittedly, all the factors that worked against his health didn't compare to the fact that he hadn't read a single book since the first day he was detained in this facility. He wanted to read one of Kafka's works, ideally "Der Trial", a book he found out about by coincidence, because he was sure it wasn't esoteric. Kafka had become a household name in the collective consciousness of the Merzbows. Eventually he reminded himself that reading Kafka would be a gratification he'd have to delay, as long as he had a duty to fulfill to these scientists. Apparently it was for the safety of others, and he didn't suspect a thing about that - it seemed perfectly unstrange that they were alarmed.

He'd accidentally injured, fatally injured, mortally wounded and maimed a few people. Then he'd done what seems to have been described as "killing quite a few researchers". Their names weren't countless but he couldn't remember a single one of their names, and therefore couldn't lament the loss at all. After all this time of being a subject, it would be suspect that he was in any fit state to lament anyway

Things were just as they were, and would be for quite some time again. Someone magnetized by his strangeness might meander in to ask whether he was alright and then they'd leave again for a number of days, because he was an unscheduled act. He was glad, in a way, that his violent novelty had worn off. People fell in to a steady pattern of hating him with an edge of sympathy.

In a way he wanted enemies and got them, so he'd started to move on to his other aims. He wanted to go outside now.

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#2018-02-10 19:28:03, as written by Belynta

Tabitha instantly recognised and understood the Fox's behaviour, most animals retreated to hide when injured and although this creature was certainly not just a Fox, enough instinct remained for it to seek a hiding place. She bent and picked up the bracelet looking at it briefly before picking up the cup and carefully putting the sweets and fruit back in from where they had spilt on the floor. She wrinkled her nose at the pervading smell of rotten meat that had hit the air mixed with the scent of blood, if anything was guaranteed to get her to avoid hunting the Fox that was it. She wasn't a dog to be eating carrion. It didn't occur to her to question how a Fox smelling of dead meat was up and walking around, things just happened like that at Deep 17.

"Frankie huh." She said aloud. "Cool name."

She walked over to the booth and careful to not accidentally touch Frankie she placed the cup on the table in front of him and put the bracelet next to it. She placed a crumpled piece of tissue that she'd found on the floor, humans liked to wipe their blood with them she remembered, next to the other things and cocked her head. Sometimes trying to think like a human and an animal was hard, should she do something else? Or leave him alone? She decided on the latter remembering how she always wanted to be alone to lick her wounds, literally, when she was injured.

"Frankie."She said quietly pointing at him and then pointing at her own chest. "Tabby." As she figured that was easier for him to pronounce.
"You come back on over when you feel like it. Don't be worrying yourself about anythin."

She then walked back over to the group. "I think maybe leave him alone for a few, that's what I'd want anyhow. So we have Tree man, Blob man, Cat Woman and..." She looked at Saiph. "what about you hon? I'm guessing you're not here cause you like the food. Though I guess someone's gotta like it."

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#2018-04-09 11:16:58, as written by MartinVole

Security officers stationed down the corridors were readily armed, in the case of a breach should it occur, despite promises given that it was, relatively impossible. Though intimidating as they could be, behind their suits, helmets, and armor, behind their tinted visors they were beading in sweat. Relief would only come to these stalwart guards when the next shift comes in.

"That psycho chick has been pretty quiet lately," one says, passing by Velera's cell door. "Somehow I find that more disturbing."

"Yeah, well, don't go jinxing it," another guard responds, half-jokingly. "Don't forget we had to reinforce the doors just because princess here had to have too much fun last time."

"Hell, you don't need to remind me," the guard replies, shuddering. As they began to pass each other, the lights began to flicker violently. "What the... when was the last time these tubes got replaced?" He begins to peck lightly on one of the fluorescent lights, which begins to hum violently, growing brighter until it burst into shards and sparks at the man, causing him to hit the ground in shock, his suit, however protecting him against any real harm. "Holy shit!"

"You alright!?" the other yells out, as a few more guards scramble to check the situation. One after another, the lights began to burst, just like that one, as if something unseen was now moving down the corridor, a popping noise, one after the other. Without further hesitation, the guard pulls the digital radio from his pocket, ready to report to the rest of the team, only to hear a screeching, and under it, what sounds like a hummed melody. "The hell is that!?"

The humming stops abruptly, as does the bursting lights.

"So MuCh sCrEAmiNg... iT Is QuIte rUde yOu kNoW..." a voice of indeterminate gender is heard through all devices with speakers in the area. "tIme oUt..."

With a brief moment of confusion, the guards are suddenly dropped to the floor, one after another, their bodies growing heavy and numb, finding themselves unable to even speak.

"MUCH bEttER..."

The cameras in Velera's room began to shake before blanking out its feed, as something.

"Another looking glass full of cracks, poor thing... so similar, so different, so... mad, mad as a March Hare," the voice speaks, more clearly now, its voice was distorted, a voice that was both high pitch and deep at the same time, largely indeterminate, and completely inhuman. A figure, shadowy in form emerged into the room, four eyes, yellow and beaming, pupils aligned horizontally, constricted to nearly just lines. "Mad... Hare... yes, yes, that name is suitable... and you... my dear?"

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#2018-04-09 12:31:29, as written by Zaria

It’s been a long time since she heard someone’s in distress, such a pleasant and intriguing sound it was for her. Guards, guards that were confused, guards that suddenly stopped making any kind of sounds, expect one – notable sound of something heavy hitting this damn cold floor of this level.

Velera’s head was raised at that time already, focusing on camera that seemed to be malfunctioning.

Then she heard a voice, not just any voice – it was inhumane one, one that humans get to hear rarely when living normal life.
Figure later appeared, and asked for her name…

“Velera, and why shouldn’t I try to kill you now? For now you seem to be a perfect subject for fun…” She grinned.

Whether this shadowy figure could be killed, wounded…Velera did not care – she just wanted to try.

OOC - I'm intrigued by CDE, also simply put wow ^^

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#2018-05-01 10:53:26, as written by MartinVole

"For shame," the creature murmurs, in a tone more somber, despite its warped tone. "You spoiled the surprise, the surprise, my dear! Never kill and tell! Ah... or, was it tell and kill? Hm... perplexing,"

Passing through the door, leaving behind a residue of black, it became a little more clear. Despite still being distorted in shadows, it was somewhat more in focus, enough to make out the creature was equal parts absurd and demented. It was tall, far taller than any human, its powerful arms running long along its tall form, sporting hands that transitioned into nightmarish claws, its legs, too, long, with long large digitigrade feet. There were patches of its flesh that were missing, replaced with patches sewed onto it, but more like a quilt than a medical procedure. Upwards, one could see its large maw, sewed shut along the sides, leaving mostly the large frontal teeth visible as it grins, a vague view of sharper teeth deeper inside through the gaps of the thread. Two long ears atop its head, gaps missing in them.

It was... a black rabbit, or at least, resembled one enough to make that assumption, less a thing of nature, and more like a twisted amalgamation expelled from Wonderland. It stood there, dressed in a gray vest and suspenders, an absurd large top hat sitting atop its head.

"Free to try, all the same, curious I am at the results! Crazy as she is, my queen is far of the murdering sort, so it leaves me with far less the experience in such! The possibilities! Perhaps dismemberment? Immolation? Asphyxiation? Ah, wait, hah, how silly, I don't breathe... oh, I know, the classical... off with the head perhaps?" the creature mocks, lifting a hand to its own throat, and with a sickening tear and pop, removing its own head, presenting it to Valera like its head were tipping a hat. What would normally be followed with a spray of blood, instead was replaced with an oozing flow of some form of black distorted effects from the stubs. "To get to the point of the matter, is... what is it that you desire?"

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#2018-05-01 13:43:02, as written by Zaria

Surprise, surprise…boring at the moment’s notice. What she saw would surely scare some if not all that is alive and human, to her tis was but a little monster, a little Rabbit that may prove to be a dangerous toy in one’s hands.

Velera listened to Rabbit like creature’s monologue with slight loss of interest, noticeable in her smile fading, and eyes becoming like glass.

“You’re boring” – She wanted to say, but…

Suddenly a question asked, question of what she desires, question that angered her a little.

“Why would I tell you? Her eyes alive again, body tensing – as if she’s wondering whether to try something bloody…or not.

Even though she knew already, that this thing won’t be killed so easily, at least not now, she wondered how would it feel to make it fear...death. In the end her muscles relaxed again, for thing in front of her is not what she wants to kill…it’s what makes her reflect, wonder…

She sighed, slightly resigned, waiting for a reason to give desired answer to astounding monstrosity that stands before her.

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#2018-05-01 20:33:47, as written by MartinVole

"Why indeed, a good query," the hulking absurdity responded, expression blanking, a certain mockery in its tone as its four eyes rotated in their sockets. Taking a moment to snap its head back onto its shoulders and straightening its hat, it looked again to Valera. "I am no genie, after all, no three wishes I'm afraid, but I do have a certain.. dominion. For example, this door here, a bit of a crux to you, is it not? But to me..." The creature's grin widened more than it had before, straining the threads that bind its maw with a creak, revealing its jagged teeth. With one of its large hands, it reached back and dug its claws into the reinforced door, curling the metal from it as if it were nothing more than wax.

"A condition of course, I couldn't care less for everyone else, but the girl with silvery hair and yellow eyes, mmm... she's off limits. Aaaaaand attempts on her life could result in, hmmm... a time out," as whimsical as the creature presented itself, through a twisted tone, the punishment, ambiguous as it was, was implied heavier than something mundane the staff would concoct.

"So, again I ask, child, w̶̧̝̥͉̺̭̥͕̦̘͐̂́͒̾͋͝ͅh̶̲͚͓͍̲̩͚͌̉̇̄̈̎͋͋̔̒̎̈́́̚͜͜ͅa̴̧̡͔̙̠͙̼͖̖̾̀̃ť̶̺̗̍̆͋ ̸̨͓̮̻̖̲͉͍̏͛͋̏͜ḑ̵͕̥͓̻̫̤̻̞̭͇̲̄͑̋͗͘͝ǫ̶̡̹̻̲̟͋̌͌̉͗͜͜͠ ̶̛̙̟͖̲̹̣͎̒͂̆̍͌̒͂̓̈́̕͝y̷̢̛͉̮̫̝͎̠͕̱̔͗ò̸̜̦̜̯͓̰̦̔͘ư̷̡̱̣̬̹̜͖̞̦͛̇̈́́̓̌͝ ̴̢̱̝͓̮̬͉̙̯̟̟̫̲̱̾̒́̉́̓̍͗͐̕d̶̹̪̬̽͆̈́͂͝ẻ̶̱̗̠̘͖̘̬͕̩̺͗͐̆s̸̛̳̮̪̣͉̳͈͚̹͉͈̥̈̆͂̈́͠͝i̷̭͉͈͖̬̺̤̭̺̖͓͗͌̍̃̐͐̄͋̊͆̈́̐͘̚ŗ̶̣̬͕̯͊̋̏̿͐̉̓̀͑͋͗͘͜͝ȩ̷̨̡̛̛͚̫͕̬̤̺͚̭͍̖̜̞̌̊͆̎͒͗̈́͐͛̉̋?̶̢̢̢̛͚͇͍͚̤̣̪͓͚̼̖̾̿͑̏̽̏̿͛͂̀́͝ͅ."

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#2018-05-01 21:49:57, as written by Zaria

As interesting as this creature could be, what it was offering was far more…entertaining.

“What I desire? Entertainment.” She grinned – bloody images coming to her mind, and her...content with it being all around.

A bit of freedom, a right approach, maybe a bit of what once was, too many things to count – All considered as entertainment.

“I’d love to see door being no more, I’d love to see them panic once again, I’d love to see if they finally know what to do...right.”

Most of all she wanted to see them finally learn what is that she tries to show them, but surely they won’t, for even she does not realize what she does subconsciously.

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#2018-05-01 22:19:42, as written by MartinVole

"Very well, then it is a c̷̢͚̫̥̯̝͚̣͎̣͙͙̥̜̈͋̉̃̈́͆͒̑̓̽̈̐̾̅̀͜ỡ̷̡̦͎̙̯͖͉͚̪̩̳̋̃̂̿̂̅̀̌͘n̶̖͍̪͕̘̰̖̜̓̀̆̕t̶̨͚̬͋̃͋̀̆̔̃̚͝͝r̶̛̯̯̪̹̤͕̝̳̠͍͙͖̗͈̬̃̑̈̏̈́̂a̴̬̮̱͍̯͔̖͇͈͚͒̃̿̽̃̈́͌͑̇̔͝c̵̰̼̲̮̮̠̩̲͇̟͑̔̓̚͝t̶̨̡̫̱̟͕͖̱̼̪̥͓͔̾̄̿̐͂̎̋́͝ͅ!" the creature exclaims, proceeding to flick its wrist, reducing the door into a confetti of scraps with its claws.

Outside the security were taken by surprise, blown against the corridor wall by the blast, the pieces cracking some of their visors, and embedding in their armor, like shrapnel from a bomb. They took aim at the creature first, being , attempting to stun it with their tasers, and, while they hit and embedded in the beast, they showed no effect as it stood there, ignoring them and still facing Valera.

"Do remember the condition of our pact, ah? For now, however I bid you adieu... ų̸̦̫̳̜̻͙̃̌̒͌̔̈́̓̒̏̒́̕̕͜ͅn̷̥͚̫̞̻͓͗̽̇͂̓͝͠͝t̴̫̜͚͍̮̯̉̋͌̏͐́̈́̐̒̕͝į̵͚̣̪͓̀l̴̺̪͍̙͖͔̹̂̑̀̓̊͝ ̴̧̭͓̗̤̪̝͙̜̼̺͒̈́̾̈́̀͜͜͝͝ņ̸̡̥͓̖̱̘̃̍̉͋͘͜e̸̡̫̤͎͎͓̝̭̩̱̾̒͝x̶̫̿ṱ̸̰̙̘̀̉̄̐̾̑͠ ̷̼̭̒̓͝w̴͍͚̠͑̏̏̎̔̇̀̏͝e̴͖̤̽͒ ̸̧̳͇̩̰͇̮̠̣̝̤͉̃̇́̍͛̒̈́̉͑̇͋ͅm̷̨̡̮̺̣̹̣̲̹̞̩͎̬̭̃͛̓̒́̄͂͊͛̈́̍͘e̶̩͕͔͖̩̜͈̣̟̹̳̮̮͊͌̔̇̂̋̓̀̑̆̿͐̉͝ȇ̵̡͓͉̙̃̇͆̃̄́t̸̡̙́̽̀̑̈́͊̈̌̚̕̕͜͝.̸̨̛̱̳͍̦̼̟̬͖̳̝̾͑̈̍̋̆̃"

With that the creature's form distorts before becoming undone into a mist of black particles from its feet upwards, leaving behind briefly only its malformed grin and eyes, before those too become no more. The electrodes of the tasers that were once embedded in the creature's back fall helplessly to the floor.

"Shit!" one of the officers exclaim, realizing full well now the situation that now stood before them. The breach alert delayed by the creature's presence now finally blaring, red light flood the sector. In an effort, less to control the situation, and more now to save their own necks, they took aim at Valera in some hope that they could stop her before she could stop their state of living.

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