Snippet #917998

Kaoz It woke up inside a dumpster. White pupils slowly scanned the upper portion of the inside of the rancid container. Jointed fingers hesitantly lifted to push the heavy top away, letting dim lights flow into it’s temporary home. Indeed, Kaoz was an it. Regardless of how it looked. How long had it been since it’s previous owner had told it to run? 3 weeks. He had ordered Kaoz to run, and hide until it felt it was safe enough to do otherwise. 3 weeks. Thankfully, no one had bothered to empty the bin. The worst it got were a few startled faces and a scoff or two. It didn’t know better. It didn’t know anything aside from killing, a few words in different languages, and that It had some form of purpose.

Said purpose, as a rather violent, rather sarcastic and undead man had put it: “ You’re most likely going to be the cure-all disease that people use to get rid of cancers and bla, bla, bla save the world and get some medals, only to be shot down and rejected when they’re done, eh?”

It seemed, even dead humans were strange.
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