Snippet #1581348

Spook woke up when he heard the crashing and the talking from one of the nearby buildings. With a quiet sigh, the disfigured former scientist looked through the chewed-out spyhole just in time to see a man slide through a window and close it behind him. Having spent the night in a thankfully empty dustbin, he was chilled to the bone and rather irritable this morning. Taking one last look out of the spyhole to check that the coast was clear, Spook leapt out of the dustbin, catching the lid as it fell and delicately placed it back where it should be. Nobody had seen him at all yet. Excellent.

He took a piece of cardboard out of his satchel and started chewing on it as he crept towards the window. True, it wasn't exactly gourmet cuisine, but it didn't taste that bad. Not to him, at any rate. Nervously running a black tongue that was twice as long as a human tongue across his sharp teeth, Spook gently tapped on the window before tapping again, this time a little louder and more insistent. He was hoping that these people were mutants like him, judging from how they acted like they were trying to look inconspicuous.

The occupants of the building would be looking at a nightmarish face with jagged teeth and dead eyes who was munching on a piece of cardboard and... waving?

I guess it's safe to say that these people, mutant or otherwise, were probably going to get a little... spooked...