Desainer kepala SI Corporation yang terkenal, Xiao Yu, masih muda, menjanjikan, dan penuh dengan bakat. Tetapi siapa yang mengira bahwa surga akan cemburu dengan kejeniusan kepahlawanan ini ?! Setelah bangun dari kecelakaan mobil, dia tiba-tiba terlahir kembali sebagai hamster!

An unlikely team, Snake and Hamster, put their heads together to escape the pet store on the only day of the year there is no staff; Christmas.

A one-shot for a writing prompt - target length 1k words.

Zhang Yun is a gaming hamster. For a special mission in the Lost Kingdom, he has been a hamster for ten years. To his surprise one day, the game suddenly announces that the server will be permanently going offline just as he's about to complete the mission…

However, at the moment the game goes permanently offline, he actually brings the game system to an alternate world. He also brings along everything in his inventory, including his hundred million summoning scrolls.

Uh?

For a ten-year hamster to become rich overnight, what worries does he have at conquering the alternate world?

Ah, I'm sorry. You're mistaken. I don't want to fight. I just want to be a silent hamster…

Zhang Yun has a habit of hoarding stuff in games. For the sake of a special quest in the game 'Lost Kingdom', he's been hoarding all kinds of items for ten years straight. Just as he's on the verge of completing that quest, suddenly there comes an announcement that the server will be taken offline.
And then, at the moment of shutdown, he's transported into the game world, along with everything in his inventory... including one hundred million summoning scrolls.
Huh?
Ten years hoarding all this loot... every challenge rendered moot?
Ah, but please, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not looking for any trouble--just a quiet little hoarder, nothing more...

In the world of Beast people, there is one rule that needs to be abode by all-- that hierarchy must be preceded. It is a place where strongest predators prey and immortals rule over others, it is only to ensure the balance in the cycle of life.

For Chii, coming from a hamster litter; it isn't an easy life.


Dragon!mainlead, hamster!maincharacter

Ugh. My heads pounding. Is this what it feels like to level up and evolve? I thought it would be a great feeling becoming stronger and all that. Instead it feels like someone took a mallet and hit me over the head a dozen times. Is this what people with a bad hangover feel like after a night of drinking? Terrible. Why would they subject themselves to such torture? Never mind the insanity. Let's check out my stats!

[Level: 2

XP: 00/20

Species: Monster cave rose

Perks: Messy eater

Intelligence: 47

Will: 15

Strength: 10

Toughness: 6

Agility: 5

Perception: 8

Endurance: 15

Charisma: 7

HP: 20/20

MP: 10/10]

I knew what to expect when I opened this but actually seeing it is a bit depressing. The only notable increase in my fighting capabilities would be the five extra HP and the messy eater perk. Chin up Joe! It may be depressing now but its all for more bang for my buck later on in life! But its nice to know that level ups will heal me up back to full HP. Very convenient. And best of all I wasn't eaten in my sleep! Speaking of which how long did I sleep? I should eventually try getting a clock or something to measure the time later on.

Now that I finished looking at my stat board, I closed it and started digging my way out of the tunnel I barricaded myself in. When I looked around, I spotted a strange bright slug slithering along the floor in front of me.

Tiny slow slug… Bright colors… Probably poisonous. I'll choose to avoid the rookie mistake and eat that. I'm not interested in getting killed from eating a slug.

I then began making my way onto the ceiling and searching for some prey to hunt. Surprisingly enough I didn't need to go very far before I encountered something. In the tunnel there were several dozen of the pebble mites all gathered. If one might could shave off 5 HP with one attack, then I'd have to be suicidal to attack that many mites. Which I wasn't. The only reason I didn't start running the opposite direction was because they were busy fighting another opponent just as numerous as them.

Ants. Dozens of them. They were easily two times as large as the mites with some being as large as three times their size. Even the smallest of the ants had mandibles large enough to cleave me in half. These ants were a fiery red and many of them had their own individual features. Not enough to allow for one to notice individual differences but enough to realize there were differences present. Some had larger meaner mandibles than others, some had deadly looking claws, while others had larger antennas than their brethren. Further confirmation that the other monsters had access to the same leveling system as him.

The mites were fighting the ants fiercely as they used groups of three or four to swarm and tear apart individual ants within moments showcasing their formidable attack capabilities. Some of the mites had deadly spikes and larger mandibles which allowed them to deal out much more damage than normal allowing for some battles to be ended swifter than others. However, in the face of the larger stronger and more numerous ants their struggle was all for naught. The ants kept attacking in complete eerie silence as opposed to the mites vigorous chirping and would shatter the carapaces of the mites with a single bite. While the ants and mites were busy attacking them, I took advantage of m stealth skill to close in on the mites from behind. So, distracted they were with the war against the ants that I was able to grab and tore apart one of the mites that were lagging behind without the others noticing me.

[Pebble mite slain. 2 XP gained. 1 skill point rewarded. 1 MP absorbed. 1 mutation point absorbed.]

I continued to run along the edge of the mites attacking them killing three more mites in the process before the others noticed me and began to attack me. Instead of letting them land any bites on me however I let go of my grip on the ceiling dropping down onto the floor with a light thump. The mites frustrated at my escape chirped aggressively before returning to fight their battle against the ants. When I checked my HP, I was relieved to see that it didn't drop. Seems just like regular flowers I'm not hugely affected by short falls because of my light weight.

Just as I was stood myself up, I was greeted by a pair of mandibles opening up in my face. Bending myself backwards till the petals of my face(?) touched the ground I narrowly avoided the powerful mandibles that slammed closed at the spot I was just at a moment ago. Righting myself I jumped backwards and put a bit of distance between me and my attacker. It was one of the red ants that were fighting the mites. It seemed the bug was alone but even one of these things had a high enough damage output to end me in one bite.

The red ant clacked its mandibles threateningly as it took a step forward. Both of us stood still staring each other down as we waited for each other to make the first move. After a full five seconds of staring each other down the ant's patience finally wore thin and it threw itself forward mandibles splayed open to tear me into veggie pulp. Taking advantage of my thinner and more flexible body I bent my stem again to the right just barely avoiding the ants attack as it flew over me.

As soon as it passed, I turned and twisted my body and slammed my fang filled mouth onto its thorax tearing dozens of small gouges that began to bleed profusely. The ant swerved around chomping its mandibles angrily as it attempted to ward me off. I backed up and opened up my mouth and waved my petals around attempting to intimidate the ant into retreating. Unfortunately, the ant was unaffected by my display and instead started to viciously snap its mandibles at my roots shearing several of them off causing pain to light up like a light bulb in those roots. I used two of my larger roots to wrap around the jaw of the ant and attempt to hold the mandibles open and engulfed the top of its head with my petals and started shredding its head. Almost immediately the wounds on the ant started gushing as its blood flowed free covering me and it in the clear liquids.

[Young Scarlet ant (Tier-0 creature) slain. Scarlet ant basic entry unlocked. 2 skill point earned. 5 XP collected. 2 mutation points. 2 MP absorbed. Additional skill point earned for new creature kill.]

With the ant now dead I tore off its head and started running back down the tunnel in the direction I arrived from munching the head down as I went.

That was dangerous. Really dangerous! But I won! I killed an ant and won! Sure, ants are more of a cannon fodder type species and I lost a significant chunk of my HP (Probably around 8 or 10) but I still won and got a healthy sum of XP in the process! And it was a tier-0 monster! Take that damn higher tiers! Looks like being a flower has its benefits with all the ways that I could bend myself to avoid my enemies' attacks.

Once I got far enough from the insect battle, I climbed up onto the ceiling and planted myself to open up my skills and mutations to select some new stuff and start upgrading others.

[Current skills: Universal plant language (Common) level 1; Thorny defense (Common) level 1; Photosynthesis (Common) level 1; basic mana sense (Uncommon) level 1; Stealth (Common) level 2; Climbing (Common) level 2

Available skills: Drowsy pollen (Common); Tunnel sense (Common); Feather fall (New common)

Available skill points: 11

Current mutations: Petals level 1; Stem level 1; Thorns level 1; leaf level 1; thorny teeth level 1; Enhanced root strength level 1

Available mutations: Toxic thorn (Common weak); Serrated thorns (Common)

Available mutation points: 10]

Hmmm. Only two new things. But I have 10 points for both things. Looks like I can finally splurge a bit and use these points to toughen myself up. I'll take the drowsy pollen, tunnel sense, and feather fall skills. I can somewhat guess their purposes and if they are what I think they are they'll be useful to have. Next I'll spend my mutation points to get toxic thorns and serrated thorns. That way I'll have the beginnings of a good defense against my enemies. Man, if only messy eater worked for my thorns. Then I'd be able to do massive damage with them. Now let's see here. Alfred can you tell me how many points it costs to level up an existing skill and mutations?

[To level up a skill/mutation from level 1 costs 2 skill/mutation points. From level 2 to 3 it will cost 3 points. Then from 3 to 4 it will cost 4 points. Maximum is level 5, and the skill can be upgraded for 5 points. Then the cost of the skill upgrade price will be doubled.]

Seriously? Then that means to get to level 5 for a single skill or mutation it will cost me 14 points. How ruthless. Let's see here. Should I minimax into one attribute or start generalizing? For my mutations I think I'll speck into my thorny teeth and enhanced roots so that I can keep mobile and dish out damage like a speedy glass cannon. So, level 3 for the both of them. As for skills I'll go with 5 points to drowsy pollen and 5 points to basic mana sense. The mana sense has served me rather well allowing me to vaguely see my surroundings. Maybe not in the high definition detail of a human but good enough to dodge attacks and such. As for drowsy pollen who doesn't like putting their enemies to sleep and attacking them while they're helpless? I'll save the extra skill point for something nice later.

GUUUUAGAGAGA!!

When I confirmed my selection, my brain was immediately bombarded by the pins and needle feeling bearing down on my mind as it learned new skills and the agonizing burn of my body mutating. Alone either of these things but both of these two combined had my body trembling and randomly spasming and I began to repeatedly slam my face into the cave ceiling above in my muddled minded desperate attempt to clear my head of this torture.

By the time it faded away I was left with a dull throbbing pain in my petals from my earlier outburst of bashing my head. Whoever made this system I swear I'm going to give you a piece of my mind for this. Now that I was done upgrading myself though I can test out my new features.

Using my roots, I began to climb across the ceiling by impaling my roots into the soft spots and cracks of the ceiling and found my roots slid into them with relative ease. Before it was a rather difficult process which ended up making my roots sore after prolonged usage. Now though it was practically a painless process! However, I still couldn't climb on the parts that had more solid stone. A pity but I suppose as a simple rose I wouldn't be able to break stone after only two-level ups to my roots.

Next I opened up my petal jaws to take a look at my teeth. I have to admit its still disturbing how this mana sense skill lets me look into my mouth without me even needing my eyes. No idea how it works but still handy. What I saw nearly gave me a heart attack as it looked like some messed up eldritch horror like monster was trying to eat me.

Calm down Joey boy. That's only your mouth! Nothing to be afraid of!

…..

The fact that this disturbing messed up mouth was my own only made it worse. Anyways with the upgraded mana sense skill I could actually see things (Like my mouth…) in much better quality. There were now two more inner petals along with the previous four petals who had teeth on them. They were a bright red color and had perhaps hundreds of small serrated thorns covered in a clear goo and bits of flesh and chitin from the bugs I killed.

Brutal. But on the Brightside, it seemed my thorn upgrades applied to the ones in my mouth. Which sort of makes sense as they were just thorns serving the same purpose as teeth, but with the insect gore that covered them they looked disturbing. I could only shiver at what it would look like if it had been a person I had eaten instead. I wonder how much XP I'd get for a person…

Get ahold of yourself Joe! Don't let the monster body affect your mind! You are still human and should not consider what it would be like if you had eaten a person. This entire monster thing was getting to me. I should just distract myself with some exploring. Yeah that's what we'll do next. Test out the tunnel sense skill with some exploration!

Warning: Contains some gore

Our protagonist wakes up alone in a foreign world with no idea how he got here, and as if things weren't bad enough he finds out he's become a flower!?

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It's been the WORST experience I had so far, being torn apart and having all my organs and limbs reattaching themselves while being paralyzed and depleted of energy… 

The Corrupted core we gathered from the bird helped to supply some chaotic energy that Norn could stabilize and use to further improve our body and stats. 

If we keep this up, we could enhance our abilities to new heights. We just need more biomass, and cores; both of them involves hunting. 

"Oh, I feel so hungry. Show me my stats!"

Primal Adult- Ripper 

Stats: 

Level - 4 (60 biomass to level up)
Health - 18/18
Energy - 0/70
Biomass Reserves - 3 biomass / 8 corrupted (processing)

Str - 16
Res - 13
Vit - 12
Agi - 10
Int - 6


"Queen Norn says that the core was consumed, we will use that energy to impulse our evolution. As you can see, you entered into the adult phase of this Ripper organism." 

"Right, and you say that we still have some energy juice to spare? Good! I don't really want to go hunt another crazed and dangerous animal. Let's keep it easy for a day or two." 

"GO! Hunt!! We Hungry!!"

"Aghh, yes, I am hungry too." 

I ordered the fighters to start moving, and they get up with difficulties; it seems that the psychic backlash is still affecting them. 

"C'mon!! Move already little ones! We have work to do." 

I pushed them one by one, trying to supply some energy, despite being depleted and exhausted from the evolution. 

And as I was thinking about my things, I felt heavier. And maybe taller. 

"Did I somehow managed to gain some weight?"

"You are indeed bigger now, and you gained about a 46% increase in weight, most of it due to structural changes, more muscles, and chitin reinforcements." 

"Oh, good, so I must be around 20 kilograms or 50 pounds. So I passed from being chihuahua size to a boxer size insect. So sick." 

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I kept on talking with Norn and the Support for 20 minutes or so, waiting for the units to come back online and gain some energy to send new collector mites into the biome. 

With my increase in intelligence, I could now control 6 units or 12 collectors. I created a bunch of them and let them go harvest.

As they worked, I went with a couple of fighters to explore further into the biome. 

I kept walking until we hit a wall, then turned right. 

About 50 meters or so ahead of us, there is a metal door built into the wall. On each side of the corridor, there were several more crystal cages. It looked like a zoo somehow, but one that had been abandoned for some really long time. 

We kept walking, without making a sound nor attract unwelcome attention upon us. 

As we were reaching the door, I noticed something weird. There was one of these rooms or jails that were white. All of it seemed foggy. 

As I sent the mites for closer inspection, I noticed that it was not fog, but some sort of silk. 
The whole area was full of spider silk, and it reached the glass. 

The mites checked it, and there seemed that the glass was still in place, despite some cracks here and there, it was still holding up. That was reassuring, as my sensors didn't pick any readings from inside. 

Despite my concern, I advanced to investigate the door. 

While it certainly looked unsettling, I tried to calm down. I couldn't avoid feeling worried, but whatever was living in that room had not come out to meet us. And hopefully, that would not change. 

We moved further, leaving this room behind and focusing on the door. 

It was less than 20 meters from us. I could see some rusty areas we could exploit. There also seemed to be some air conduct similar to the one I came from. 

One of the fighters began to climb the rocky wall to access the vent and explore it while the second one kept exploring with me until we hit the door. 

A large metal door stood before us.

But now, I didn't see it as an impossible obstacle to surpass. I just need a few bites. 

I got close to the door and tried to chew onto the weakest point I could detect. 

* CHOMP! 

A metallic sound echoes through the corridor. I turned to look back, worriedly, but nothing happened.  

I focused back at the door and noticed I could barely do a scratch the size of a coin. I checked the two mites, but there didn't seem to be any surprises so far at the cage. 

Up at the air vent, there was some silk web, so I could expect something nasty lying there. 

"I'm not gonna explore it yet, I have yet to recover the collectors' group of mites. Better go with a full stomach." 

I kept working on the door for a few minutes; I even applied some spores and toxins to deteriorate the hinges, but with little effect. 

"It's time to go back, we'll leave it for today and … where is the fighter of the ventilation?"

"Host, we can sense movement!"

"Oh, shit. We have enemies incoming!"

I summoned a second mite, and we stood focusing our attention at the ceiling while walking back through the corridor. I made a psychic call for the mites to come back asap. I will need the extra biomass probably. 

My senses were telling me that things are getting fucked up quickly. Several noises are coming from the ventilation grid and then stop.

Just as I thought that nothing would come out of it, a few huge spiders fell to the ground while carrying my dead fighter. 

"Damn it, I hate these insects! Too many legs and eyes. 6 is just perfect! Okay, so you want to pick up a fight against us, huh? I will make you pay for killing my brood!"

The collectors were quite near, I could feel them. Just as I was considering picking up a with these new foes, I heard a muffled sound. 

* Tap-Tap...

I turned around to look at the glass from the lab room and saw something at the glass. 

"Oh shit, what da hell is that??!!"

I saw a huge spider. It was black as night, with 8 red eyes focusing on me, a terrible mouth moving it's chelicera menacingly towards me. It's even drooling. "You sick fucker!" 

It was at the other side of the glass and had 4 of its 8 legs onto the glass. Luckily the glass was holding up, and the spider soon receded. 

"Seriously, how big it's that thing!? I felt I grew stronger, but this thing is massive!" 

Let's call it a big ass huge spider queen; it is at least a couple hundred kilograms, that's a very, very heavy spider there. 

Just as the spider was backing off, she seemed to scream, despite not having the proper organs to perform that feat. 

Then, from the ventilation grid, a bunch of smaller spiders erupted, jumping and throwing webs at us. Meanwhile, the bigger spiders started to walk towards us.

I severed the psychic link with the collectors, forcing them to shut down and summon a force of mites to help me. 3 fighters and 2 bombers.

"Let's see how they perform at keeping our foes at bay."

Tags: Warhammer 40k, Tyranids, Genestealer Cult, Chaos & Corruption, Weak to strong MC, NSFW, Evolution, Grimdark Universe, War, Sci-fi, Apocalypse, RPG elements

In the grimdark universe of the 41st Millenium, there is only war. 
That's all that has been for over ten thousand years. 

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I became a Tyranid, a predator. And I will do what Tyranids do best, kill all my enemies, eat them, and grow. Faster, Stronger, Deadlier.

If I have to give up on my humanity, so be it.

I will have my answers even if I have to burn half the universe! Maybe then I will be able to save the other half.

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I do not own the rights of this IP nor of the WH40k characters presented on it.

Please support the official release and know I claim no ownership or credit regarding the existence of pre-existing characters or content.
 
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Jack coughed and wheezed, Boris continued to carry Jack on his shoulders. Soon the torch died out, darkness was the only thing that could've been seen. But Boris only looked straight and saw the light while Jack didn't, it was Boris's destination.

Growling was heard in front of them.

Boris stopped, he looked around for the light. But it was nowhere to be seen. He stumbled a bit and backed off.

Another growl entered, it sounded deeper than the last one.

Jack grumbled something under his breath, Boris glanced around and groaned a bit. He slowly took steps, but after each step, another growl would intervene. Boris then took more steps, ignoring their warnings, with his left-hand outreaching in the darkness. 

Regret filled his body, determination sapped, Jack's life slowly fading away. Boris let a tear slide down his cheek. Jack coughed more harshly this time, Boris then wiped his tears away and continued their dark path.

After ignoring their warnings, the sounds of feet scrambling across the trashy floor. Boris glanced around, backing away from the noises. Growls and groans invaded the sewer hall as if it were all around them. Boris dropped Jack, gently laying him down, he grabbed both of his daggers and swung them in all directions. 

The sounds of mites circled all around him. He then dropped his daggers and quickly grabbed his Flint and Steel, striking them together. Sparks flew in all directions, lighting the area each time he struck the flint.  He kept striking and striking until a flame built again. He grabbed the torch he lit and waved it around. 

The flame built, it became bigger and bigger. Soon the whole area he was in was lit, at least three brigmites surrounded both of them. He picked up one dagger and started swinging and screaming at them, the mites flinched back and glared at him. They came in all shapes in sizes, on was a runt, the size of a dog, the other two on the other hand at least sized up to Boris's waist.

They looked like wolves, except they weren't. But they acted like wolves after Boris started to swing the torch around them, they fled back and retreated back into the darkness. He rubbed his eyes and chuckled a bit, he was glad to see again.





After sticking the torch to the ground, Boris took rest with Jack for a bit, the smell didn't bother any of them, Jack soon calmed down and was able to sit up. His wounds were all covered and wrapped by pieces of Boris's clothing. What seemed to be hours past by, they slowly continued but had to stop every once in a while.

"Shh, we got two mites!" Boris warned Jack, they both retreated back and hid behind a pile of trash that reached towards the ceiling. The two brigmites stumbled around, and they looked frail. any second it looked like they were about to drop to their knees. They growled and snapped at each other for a while.

Jack and Boris watched them closely, the two mites started getting more and more violent, they started biting and scratching each other. Soon they were fighting, fresh blood out, skin, and flesh shredded. Soon, only one mite remained.



Boris and Jack gagged and groaned in disgust, the victorious brigmite started to feed off of its dead kin, happily munching away. Seconds turned into minutes, hands started to shake, sweat started to drip. Soon the brigmite stopped eating and glanced up at Boris and Jack, growling ferociously at them. \

"C-cannibalism," Boris said quietly and sternly, "why?" 

Boris slowly stood up, Jack followed along and grabbed his bow and arrow. The mite growled deeper as the two stepped closer, as Jack held the bowstring against his neck, and as Boris held the torch and dagger in front of him. 

"Do we have a plan?" Jack asked Boris as his eyes seemed full of dread like some truth has been told to him.

"N-nope, either nut up or shut up Jack," Boris said with a hint of fear still lurking inside.

Jack, quickly released the string as the mite charged towards them. The arrow flew past both Boris and the mite, Boris swung at the mite with his dagger but only scraped it. The mite then pounced on top of Boris and started to scratch and bite him.'

With Jack frozen, Boris kept the mite from doing any more damage by holding the torch stick in front of him, keeping the mite from biting him. 

"J-Jack! Now is a good time to play hero!" Boris pleaded as the mite started to bite threw the torch, Boris pulled the torch towards him and pushed hard. This caused the mite to stagger and fall off of Boris.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-don't have anymore-"

"Any more what!" Boris interrupted with fear in his tone. Jack's eyes started to tear up, his breath started to become shallow again.

"I've run out of arrows!" Jack admitted, retreating back from the fight.

Boris's palms started to sweat and shake, gripping on his dagger and torch started to become a fantasy as his legs turned to jelly. The mite started to make noises, it sounded like a bark from a wolf, but more hoarse and raspy. 

"I am beginning to wonder if this thing is a dog or not," Boris questioned as he stared at the mite.

"Obviously it's a giant bug that was left to grow!" Jack speculated as Borisgroaned.

"That is no bug, that has to be a wolf of some kind!" Boris debated while he was trying to scare the mite away.

"Dogs and wolves don't have six legs! Are we doing this now?" Jack yelled out.

"Well, this one does! Besides, it's literally called "Brigmite". Brigs are what they call mutts that just lounge around, or a jail-"

But more growls and cries interrupted Boris as he stated his debate. The Ravenous Brigmite chuckled a bit as more brigmites entered in the torch's light glow, six brigmites and The Ravenous one started to yowl and chuckle more. 

"See, wolves go in packs! Therefore, these are dogs!" Boris said nervously, Jack ignored him and started to step back more, the mites started to get closer and closer. Boris glanced back and saw Jack gone.

"Jack, where are you!" 

The Ravenous Mite lounged again at Boris, but he threw himself on the floor, dropping his dagger and torch. But the mites scurried back as the flames on the torch quickly started to eat away at the floor. The Ravenous Mite paid no attention to it and started to charge at Boris again. 

Boris quickly got up and rushed towards it and pushed the mite into the flames, the screeching pains of the mite echoed in his ears, he dropped on the floor and held his arm. Blood was gushing out of it again, all he saw was dying flames, and a graceful figure before his vision blurred. 

"J-Jack?" He managed to mutter under his raspy breath.

Far in the west lies an island, named Stoikia, an island full of greedy nobles, poverty, murder, witches and many more evils.  But Jackson Fen, and his older brother, Borison Fen, are the only "sane" and "pure" people on that island. With the help of some outsiders, Jack's plan is to get off that island and escape to a nearby island to the east, named Chrylotine. The island was supposedly safer than any other in the area. He wanted to start a fresh new town or haven for the people of Stoikia, to take back what was theirs from the nobles, and prove Jack's worthiness of leadership.

Item #: SCP-165
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Housed in a facility at Armed Bio-Containment Area-14, SCP-165 is to be treated as a contagious, pathological organism. The highest sterilization and quarantine procedures are to be followed.
Microwave field generators around SCP-165's area are in place to restrict movement of its dune within its containment area. Once every nine days, SCP-165 is fed live cattle weighing at least seven hundred fifty kilograms.

Description: The organic component of SCP-165 resembles that of typical parasitic mites, seven hundred fifty micrometers in length, with eight legs and a genetic structure similar to the house dust mite. The main difference is the hermit-crab-like behavior of attaching grains of sand to its back. It is unknown what purpose the sand serves, but the massive colony of SCP-165 numbers in the hundreds of billions to possibly trillions, creating a rather large dune.

The similarities between [DATA EXPUNGED] and SCP-165 are only superficial. [DATA EXPUNGED]'s colony is protozoan in nature and apparently shows a collective intelligence and awareness that is not understood. SCP-165's colony is made up of individual Acari who don't show cooperation but rather competition in the hunt for food. Like mosquitoes, they rely on chemical detection of carbon dioxide and sugars in the air to detect prey. The Acari mites roll and bound over one another toward prey, only using their legs to climb over one another. When in contact with the flesh of animals, they release a numbing chemical toxin in their bite, similar in make-up to that of mosquito and flea bite toxins. Subjects are typically unaware that millions of mites are 'taking turns' at grabbing mouthfuls of its flesh as they swarm around their victim.
A typical swarm resembles a swirling vortex around a victim or victim's appendage. The SCP-165 colony is efficient enough in their competitive swarming that most animals' appendages can be de-fleshed and reduced to bone within minutes. The numbing toxin is so effective that sleeping victims may not wake up as their limbs are eaten away.

The Acari mites are resistant to all but the most dangerous of pesticides. They retreat from heat and will often seek shade when available, being the most active during the night, hunting for large sleeping prey. Their vulnerability to heat is the most preferable technique for containment.
Addendum - Acquisition: It is apparent that the US Government has been aware of dunes of SCP-165 for some eighty years. The area where SCP-165 was found is now a forgotten German immigrant ghost town of Fredricksburg, Arizona, in the Tule Desert near the Goldwater Air Force Bombing Range.
The remote town of Fredricksburg was founded sometime in the late 1800s and by 1908 had become a ghost town. A passing cavalry troop reported that the inhabitants had disappeared and that the buildings were empty. They attempted to stay one night in the abandoned hotel, only to have seven of their horses reduced to piles of bone. All but four of the soldiers fled in the middle of the night, saying that sand was filling the building like a flood of water. Those four were never seen again.

During the late 1950s, the U.S. military attempted to exterminate SCP-165 by turning the area into a bombing range. It was successful in reducing the numbers of SCP-165, but in the late 1980s, it became apparent that a ground cleanup and extraction was needed to remove the presence of SCP-165. Mobile Task-Force Epsilon-9 (aka "Fire Eaters") were dispatched for containment and extraction of SCP-165. Upon entering the town of Fredricksburg, an upturned sign was found, reading "Vorsicht vor dem kriechenden, hungrigen Sand" which translates to "Beware the creeping, hungry sands." The flame accelerators of MTF Ɛ-9 proved highly successful in glassing the sand of SCP-165 and reducing its number to a manageable size. A living dune of nearly four metric tons of SCP-165 was contained and transported to ABC Area-14 where it is monitored and contained.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

The Garden is a collection of short stories all in one, that takes place in a fantasy garden. 
It is about a peaceful place where all animals are free and coexist together. 

"Where there is a good place, there is a bad place. Where there are Gods, there're Devils. But most of all where it is good, evil always lurks in the shadows silently waiting." 

- Bwa Drè 

While both Strife and Celestine were out. Me and Julia are sitting idly by the Swift. She was fiddling with her camera, and I was sitting on the captain's chair impatiently tapping my fingers against the hand rest.

"Hey, wanna grab a bite?" I offhandedly asked Julia.

"They said to stay here" Julia replied.

"Okay, I'll just bring you a burger or something" I walked out to the exit. I opened the door and stepped out. "Be back in ten"

"I'd prefer a Gaian giant mite"

"What's that?"

"It is what it is. A giant mite"

"No"

"It's delicious.Trust me" Julia stood up off her chair. Bagged her camera and came near me, she handed me a drone. "You forgot your drone" she went out of the Swift first.

I followed her down. "Should we get a car or something?" I asked her.

"Not really. I'm a bit familiar with the place"

"You've been here?"

"The original documentary, I was a production assistant. That was my first job"

We walked outside the port. We continued until we reached the bay area. It was beautiful, the breeze of the ocean, the sight of different people enjoying was amazing. Julia walked ahead, I followed. She made a left near alley, I held onto my blaster while she was walking carefree. As we got out of the alley, my eyes widen. There were a number of street foods. Each puffing out smoke and aroma of food that shouldn't compliment but they do dance well in my nose.

"This is one of the planet's well known food bazaars." Julia smiled at me.

We looked around to find that Gaian giant mite she spoke of. We saw a stand, and it truly was what she said it is. Giant mites on skewer. My stomach felt a little upset.

"I had the same reaction once. But it's not that bad" Julia looked and laughed at me. "Just one" Julia reassured me. She walked near the stall. "Can we have two please" She told the woman selling the mites.

The vendor took one live mites. They were moving around so lively, like they don't want to be food or something. She held down the mite and took a meat cleaver. Sliced the mite's head clean off, she then removed the organs. She impaled it with a skewer, did a dip on a batter before putting it in a deep fryer. She repeated it to a second mite.

Julia saw me trying to hold in my disgust. "You better hope their worth it" I told Julia.

"Relax" She replied. "Can you give us two drinks as well"

The vendor took fresh cola from the cooler below her and handed us the drinks. The mites were cooked after a few minutes. The vendor put it on a paper tray of sorts took a ketchup dispenser and squeezed some sauce into it. She paused and asked us if we wanted it spicy. I shrugged my head with a no, Julia nodded a yes. The vendor did as we asked, giving me the regular and Julia the spicy one.

"You don't like spicy?" Julia asked me. She pulled out money to pay the vendor.

I incerceeded and paid for the both of us instead. "I actually do. I usually do this with new food, taste them as they are." I replied as we find a place to sit down. We saw a table just a few steps away. As we got closer, a flower vendor stopped us. 

"Care for some flowers to give your lady, monsieur?" The flower vendor waved one of his flowers on my face. It was a Sima Gaian, they're like Earth's tulips. But these are slightly bigger, with a secondary bud down the main blooming bud.

"No, maybe next time" I rejected the man as I smiled.

"Madam? Care to give your man a flower?" The vendor shifted his focus to Julia hoping to sell something. 

"I'm sorry we're not dating" Julia told the man. It seemed like he understood, he left us and bothered anyone else.

"Should've added yet in there." I joked. 

We reached the chair and Julia took a bit off her snack. She moaned a little. "I'm telling you these things are so good." She said as she sipped her drink.  "Come on try it"

I smiled, not by her invitation but by the way she feels comfortable regardless of the situation. I mean she wouldn't be a reporter if she is a very introverted one. She kept encouraging me to eat my mite. Which I did so. I took a big bite, there was a big crunch. It kept chewing the mite, it was kinda elastic but buttery at the same time. There were bits that melts in my mouth while others needed more chewing. I put my nose closer to the shell and smelt the aroma.

"It's surprisingly taste like chicken" I said to her. Which to be honest it does. Her eyes widen, like a kid telling you something cool that you believed too.

"I told you didn't?" She laughed and bit her snack. She finished chewing "Well is it okay if I ask you some personal questions? Or just any questions with regards to you?" she shifted her tone from a jolly person to a serious reporter.

"Well tell me about you… then I'll you something about me" I countered her offer.

"That's not how interviews work"

"That's how date works… Usually" I sipped my drink in comfort.

Julia pulled up her camera. Placed it in front of me and pressed the record. "Well now it's an interview"

"I'll talk." I took her camera and turned off the recording. "Everything off record" I handed her camera back to her. 

She took the camera, our hands accidentally touched. For a brief moment we locked gaze, then my body got closer to hers. And so did she. I felt something. The hairs on my back raised. My face was closer to her face, as the distance grew closer my heart skips a beat. I can see her coming closer. I closed my eyes to brace for a kiss. 

"Excuse me" Julia interrupted. She stopped me by putting her hand on my chest.

"What?" I asked her.

"No, what are you doing" She tries to fathom the situation.

"I thought you were..." I paused to wait for her response. Nothing. "I thought you felt something" I moved my finger back and forth between us.

"I didn't" She quickly replied. "Were you feeling something"

"Nope" I replied at the same speed as her. "Not a thing. Really. Nuh-uh"

"Okay" She said in an offhand manner. She felt awkward and so did I.

"You done with that?" I tried to change the topic. "I think we should head back. Maybe they're looking for us" I also tried to defuse the situation.

"Yup" She picked up her drinks and stood up.

I followed her. As we head back to the port we know without saying, we only have one take away from this. This is awkward, so this never happened.

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