บท 145: scp
He held his gun forward, scanning his surroundings quickly to establish any threats. It was an average bedroom; no threats present.
He lifted the curtains; no threats present outside either. Deciding that he was safe for the time being, he holstered the gun and took out a camera. Procedure was to establish his own safety, then take pictures of SCP-0000. Standing in the corner, he got a picture of the room itself, before moving on to take pictures of specific items around the room. The bed, the desk with books on it, the dresser inside the closet, the door.
After letting the film develop, he placed the photos inside a secure pocket, and attached the camera back to his vest where he got it from. Next step in the procedure was to write down his experiences. Taking out a standard Foundation issue notebook and pen, he wrote about the sudden change in location, and the average place he found himself in, where no other anomalies were present.
He heard a creak, someone was moving towards the room.
Putting his notebook away, he drew his pistol again and held it towards the door. Watching as the doorknob turned.
A girl entered the room, and froze when she saw him. She looked to be around high school age, skinny, with glasses and black hair.
"Halt. Identify yourself." Thomas spoke precisely.
"T-Taylor. Taylor Hebert." The girl, Taylor said. She dressed plainly with a gray hoodie and jeans. With her hands raised in the air, she looked terrified.
"Why are you here Taylor?"
"This-This is my house. I live here, and this is my room." This was Taylor's response. Fair enough, Thomas thought.
But he didn't let his guard down, this could be an anomaly trying to get into his head. It wouldn't be the first time hostile anomalies looked like harmless children; SCP-239 came to mind.
"Have you seen anything out of the ordinary?" Thomas continued to question Taylor.
"Yeah, a few things." She said, hands still in the air.
"What were they? People that could fly? Strange objects? Strange creatures or entities?"
"Um yeah, that's been happening. Um, there's been some paper dragons in a box, a shape that makes inside space bigger, a telepathic sea slug, an invisible chef and a bunch of giant spiders acting like teenagers." Taylor explained, and Thomas stayed silent for a moment before lowering his gun.
"Hm, alright Taylor. Give me a moment." Thomas holstered his gun, but was ready to draw it again as he wrote down what Taylor just said in his notebook.
"Can I ask who you are?" Taylor said, and Thomas looked up from his notebook.
"That's confidential. What I can tell you is that I work for… a private company that contains these creatures." Thomas explained. SCP's have been sighted in this location. He jotted down in his notebook.
"Did I summon you too?" Taylor asked, and Thomas stopped writing. He slowly looked up at her.
"You summoned the… creatures?" Thomas asked, and Taylor nodded in confirmation.
"…Ok. Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
…
Thomas sat at Taylor's desk, the chair swiveled so he could face her. Taylor was sitting on her bed. She was still nervous when they sat to talk, so Thomas offered to keep the gun on the table so she would feel safer.
"Alright, just to confirm; you are aware that you're summoning these creatures, right? How many have you summoned so far?" Thomas asked, pen at the ready.
"Five, I think." Taylor said.
"Ok." Only aware of summoning five SCP's so far. Maybe summoning unknowingly?
"Where am I bringing you guys from? Are you from a parallel Earth?" Taylor asked.
"You think there are parallel Earth's?" Thomas worded carefully to see what she knew.
"Well yeah, it's been confirmed hasn't it? We've made contact with Earth Aleph before." Taylor explained.
"Uh huh. And what Earth are we on right now?"
"Earth Bet."
Aware of Parallel Earths. Earth she exists on is referred to as Earth Bet.
"Yes, you could say that we are stationed on a Parallel Earth."
"Sorry my powers have been affecting your organization." Taylor apologized, sounding nervous, and Thomas nodded.
Refers to her anomalous abilities as powers.
"It's not a problem. But it will help to know who's doing this. Speaking of which, is it alright if I take your picture?" Thomas asked and Taylor nodded. He pulled the camera out, and took a picture. Grabbing the picture, he let the film develop as he picked his pen and notebook back up.
"Do you guys have Parahumans on your Earth?" Taylor asked.
"Parahumans?"
"Yeah, Capes, Heroes and Villains, superpowers? You guys don't have that?" Taylor elaborated and Thomas' eyebrows raised.
"No… we don't."
Claims that superheroes exist on Earth Bet. Could possibly be anomalies posing as humans, or humans with anomalous abilities? Could Earth Bet be similar to Three Portlands - a place that anomalous abilities are in some way normal? Maybe some corporation like Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. are monetizing this in some way. Putting up a facade of superheroes and villains?
Or a world where organizations like the SCP Foundation and GOC were never created, letting anomalies run free?
"Ok, because we're both from parallel earths, I want to ask you some questions about that." Thomas spoke, and Taylor nodded.
"Do the continents, North America, South America, Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia, and Antarctica exist?"
"Yeah… well, mostly." Thomas raised an eyebrow at that.
"Mostly?"
"Well… there are some differences. Like, the continents are the same, but the cities don't like up one-to-one with Aleph. Most of them are the same, yeah, but not all of them? Oh, and the geological differences. A cape - one of the Endbringers. Leviathan. He destroyed Newfoundland and Kyushu, that never happened on Aleph."
"Endbringers? Who are they?" Thomas asked.
"So we have these three capes we call Endbringers? Leviathan, Behemoth, and the Simurgh. None of them have ever spoken, but they all follow a pattern and cause massive destruction. Every few months one of them appears and attacks something. Sometimes it's a city, sometimes an island, or something else. They are really powerful, and have never been beaten before."
Thomas stared at her for a moment, before writing down her description and adding his own notes.
3 Keter class (possibly more) anomalies exist on Earth Bet, terrorizing humanity by attacking a city every few months.
"Earth Bet has contacted Earth Aleph before? Has anyone traveled between the Earths?" Thomas asked, thinking back to the various SCP's that had gateways into his own Earth.
"Not that I know of. Only thing I know that's been exchanged is some electronic data. Like, movies made on Earth Aleph are shared and given to us. Other than that, not really. Oh, so the whole discovery of parallel earths? It was made by a cape.His name was Professor Haywire, and he discovered Earth Aleph and parallel earths with one of his tinker devices." Thomas observed Taylor as she spoke this, she seemed excited as she talked. Happy to tell the stranger from another world about hers.
Only digital connection has been made between parallel Earths. A human anomaly discovered that Parallel Earths exist.
"Have you guys encountered parallel earths before?" Taylor asked back.
"A few…" Thomas said vaguely, debating what he could tell the girl. But eventually shrugged, no harm could come from it since she lived here where inter-dimensional communication was somehow normal.
"Quite a few actually. Some are… more dangerous than others; we either try to seal off the portals or close them all together. But besides that we've got things sort of like pocket dimensions too, where buildings and places extend on and on to no end, creating basically another reality."
"Oh… do people get stuck in there?" Taylor's excitement almost immediately died. She was still interested, but looked slightly nervous now.
"All the time. We try to save those we can, but some we can't." Thomas admitted. That clearly didn't help Taylor, judging by her reaction.
"Alright, going back to what you said earlier. I'm summoning these 'SCPs' from the Foundation where you work?" Taylor asked.
"That's right."
"Then why keep them contained? The ones I've seen have been pretty harmless and don't seem like that much of a threat." Taylor reasoned.
Thomas sighed. He wished he didn't have to go there, but he had to tell her at this point.
"So the ones you've summoned so far are some of the harmless ones. Believe me when I say many of SCP's being contained by the Foundation are a very direct threat to humanity. From humans using their abilities to just torture those around them, to anomalies that you would probably call an Endbringer. They all need to be contained, so the world, my world can go on in peace."
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two. She seemed shocked by the information he just told her.
Unaware of her full capabilities.
"Um… can I ask you something then?" She sounded scared when she posed the question.
"Sure."
"What would the Foundation do to me?"
Thomas wanted to hold his tongue, to not tell the girl the truth. But just like with the questions before, he felt like he should. No, he felt obligated to tell her what she wanted to know.
"You would be contained. Removed from the public and placed in a containment site."
"It isn't like you would be stuck in a cell permanently. Yes, you wouldn't be able to leave the facility, and if you were given access to the internet, your access would be filtered, but it would be a… community. We wouldn't want to isolate you. We don't want to be cruel."
He tried to reassure her. She wasn't some… thing to stick in a box and lock away without a second thought.
"That said, those who know you would be given a memetic agent so they forget about you and so that questions aren't asked."
Thomas ran his mouth. He'd contained human anomalies before. He knows how it works, and what happens.
Now she looked absolutely terrified. Trying to move away from him, and further onto her bed.
"Wait, hold on-"
And he was gone, no longer in her room, but back in the foundation. Surrounded by researchers and electronic equipment.
He looked down at the notebook he had been writing on. When had he scratched out… Her name?
What was it again?
…
SCP-0000 addendum. Requested by the O5 council.
With the return of Agent [Redacted] new information on SCP-0000 has been gathered.
Interviews with the Agent have been unsuccessful. He seems to be under the influence of some sort of memetic agent. The notes and pictures he had taken of SCP-0000 have been damaged, with only a few details being actually discovered. One item was missing upon the agent's return, his Foundation issued service weapon. We can only assume that it is still with SCP-0000.
Agent Tom has been sent back to his tasks and post. It was decided to not give him a memetic agent, as concerns of losing his repressed memories were raised.
Upon the Agent's return from SCP-0000 a disturbance was caught by the sensors. A surge of dark matter was picked on our sensors as soon as Agent [Redacted] returned. The only reason why we're able to detect the dark matter was because of the sheer quantity that appeared when the Agent returned, before dissipating again.
While at the moment we do not know what this means, we theorize that wherever SCP-0000 is, it's much farther away than we initially thought.
We will continue researching, but I recommend that more equipment is installed to detect dark matter, since we hypothesize that other SCP's also cause such a surge when returned by SCP-0000.
Further, while Professor Andersen's hypothesis was proven true, and while memetic influences have been identified, the lack of substantive evidence that the continuation of her experiment will produce better results, Doctors [Redacted] and Muller are formally closing the Maren Andersen laboratory following the cessation of funding.
Sincerely,
Doctor [Redacted].
January 1st, 2011.
Saturday.
Crime was higher than normal. Mostly petty crime. Theft of holiday cards and packages. Noise complaints from partiers and fireworks. It was the usual. But there absolutely was an increase in more violent crime. Breaking and entering. Robberies.
These were all things which the local police were supposed to deal with, but some of it leaked over to the PRT.
Just as normal people got drunk, so too did capes.
Just as someone high on PCP might break into someone's home and start burning things on their stove, Oni Lee might do a 'checkup' on someone who didn't pay their protection fees.
It was a case of 'better safe than sorry'. Just like how the local 911 call center would route information to local police, anything which they suspect could be parahuman related would be routed to the PRT.
click
Disturbance flagged. 1182A.
Johnson pressed 'accept', and began listening to the call.
"-here. I know it. I hear footsteps, you know? On the roof? Please... send someone. Soon. I don't know, I haven't been able to sleep. I know we keep on calling, and the last time you sent someone, they found nothing, but I don't know if I can stand this any longer."
The dispatcher responded affirmatively. But it would be a while. The source of the call was quite a ways into the country. The closest police would be there no sooner than 40 minutes from now, and the PRT were a full 2 hours away.
He submitted a ticket, notifying the protectorate of the developing situation, and placed a request for a team to be sent to that address. Maybe they would finally catch that mover or stranger that had been plaguing the state for the past two weeks.
"I'm scared. Can I keep this call open? I don't know if I can stay awake much longer; I haven't slept in days. I don't think my daughter has as well - she nearly passed out from exhaustion yesterday. "
"Yes. Please do not turn off your phone. We want to confirm that you are ok. Could you please change your phone to speaker?"
She set the phone down, and he could hear her yawning. She spoke sparingly from that point on.
~~~
Johnson and the dispatcher could hear footsteps.
"Katy?"
No response. Worse yet, he could hear signs that she was asleep. Probably exhaustion. Fatigue from weeks of stress, and days without sleep.
Fuck.
Johnson pushed an override request, and took over the line.
"Katy? Are you asleep? We need you awake. At least until the police or PRT arrive."
There was no response.
"Katy! Can you hear us?"
Nothing.
A second later, Johnson heard a sound. It wasn't... that distinct. Katy wasn't waking up.
There was some creaking. A soft 'thump'. A pillow falling off of something? No. He had to assume the worst. Hope for the best. If it was an-
The line cut out.
This number is not available.
click
Disturbance flagged. 1182A.
Another one. Someone else would have to listen to that. Hopefully they could find a pattern. Figure out why these people kept on getting harassed. Learn which one is whoever this cape is. Stop them. And which ones are just... similar. Animals. Maybe a burglar.
Mary accepted it, and Johnson went back to trying to re-establish contact.
click
Disturbance flagged. 1182A.
A different one. Nearly an hour away from the previous two.
Mike took that.
Johnson glanced at Mary. She was looking at her screen, obviously frustrated.
When she saw him looking at her, she took off her headset.
"I saw you took the other 1182. Did yours get DCed as well?"
He nodded. A change in patterns.
They looked over at Mike. His caller still had connection.
Then he took off his headset.
"Same thing happen to yours? Phone going out of service or something?"
"Yeah. Same thing" Mike said.
click
Disturbance flagged. 1182B.
Another change in the pattern.
So many so quickly.
Near Mary's last caller. Not right next to them - they are out a ways in the country, but they could see something happening at their home, albeit it was near a mile away.
She took that one.
"...No, miss, you see I saw something. It wasn't human. I could see its shadows in their window. Hell, they were asleep, right? I need to do something."
"Sir, please calm down. Do not approach their house. For your own safety."
"You don't understand, miss. I need to do this. If that... thing were to hurt them, I would feel guilty. I have a shotgun. They don't. They are good kids, and I don't want them to be hurt when I can stop it."
There was some clicking. Was he loading some shotgun shells?
"I am going, and that is final. You can either help me save them, or not. I know how long it takes for the cops to get here. It won't be in time."
There was the rumble of an engine. It lasted 30 seconds at most. He either took a shortcut, or was speeding. But, he still had his cellular phone on, thank goodness.
The car door opened.
"What the hell? No..."
"Sir?"
"Demons. It had to be demons..."
The sound of running, and a doorknob failing to turn.
A loud blast of sound - he had fired his gun.
"Sir!"
There was a moment of silence. Then sobbing.
"Hell... god help me, their fingers... this can't be earth. I have died, haven't I? Died and gone to hell? People don't die like this... this isn't... human... god-"
And the line cut out.
A fourth time.
4 calls in rapid succession. 3 geographic locations. It was a pattern. It was too much to risk.
The three of them kept on trying to contact them. Call back. Get anything.
But there was nothing. Not a single response from any of them. And after 30 minutes, not a single new call was flagged.
Then the police arrived at Katy's home.
…
Santa Claus comes tonight.
No more days to count.
But the even longer wait begins.
The suspense of having to wait from bedtime 'til morning.
Yes, kids all over the world say their prayers and go to sleep.
Knowing that when they wake up, the little fat man with a long white beard, would've stopped by their houses.
And left the answer to a wish from the most wonderful magical sack there ever was.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Up on the house top, oh-oh-oh.
Up on the house top, reindeer pause.
Out jumps good old Santa Claus.
Down through the chimney with lots of toys.
All for the little ones, Christmas joys.
Oh, who wouldn't go? (Oh-oh-oh).
Who wouldn't go?.
Up on the housetop, click, click, click.
Down through the chimney with the good St. Nick.
Been waiting all year.
Been waiting all YEAR!
Songs and rhymes lots of fun! Cookies and cakes, books and bakes!
All of them asleep like the good little boys and girls they are. Santa knows. Santa watches.
He sees you when you're sleeping.
He knows when you're awake.
He knows when you've been bad or good.
So be good for goodness sake.
Up the stairs (sneaky sneaky)
Along the floor (Oh so quiet)
The girl sleeps, snug as a bug, under rug.
With a tug the blankets come away. They have people on them, oh how he likes them.
Child stirs! Now for a game!
Saint Nick has to be very careful, (for he is strong(and the children fragile)). Little boys and girls throats so small and soft, Santa takes his candy cane and oh so slowly turns off the screaming parts. Just a slice and snap! There goes the screamer parts.
Quietly wrap the child, for the surprise! The surprise must be a surprise! If they see the present too early it will ruin the surprise!
Must be quick, must be quiet!
To the next child!
Out the room (Quiet on Christmas!)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Past the dog (Slurp slurp)
On the ceiling (So clever Santa!)
Next child plays the ball. Bright trophies. Maybe child is… famous? Famous! Famous child makes Santa Clause so giddy that he almost wakes up child. But not now, snip snip snip, child is wrapped up for Christmas morning!
Oh no… parents have found the gift! Santa can't have that! Parents have been naughty…
Saint Nicholas takes their eyes away, Father Christmas takes their minds away so they forget the surprise. They leak Christmas Juice in excitement, Santa uses it to write Naughty on the wall.
(At least he tries. North Pole doesn't have teachers or schools for Santa to learn how to write.)
The children were nestled all snug in their beds-
Oh but not all of them.
Is there… a sneaky child? Clever child? Fun hide-and-go-seeking-for-Christmas child? Santa Claus listens for hidden breathing.
In the child's room? (Nope nope)
Down in the basement? (Nope nope)
Up in the attic (Nope nope)
In the back of the closet behind the big coats?
(….)
(….)
(….)
(….)
Found
You!!
Santa knew the whole time. It was a Christmas joke. (Santa has very good hearing).
…
Out jumps good old Santa Claus.
Down through the chimney with lots of toys.
All for the little ones, Christmas joys.
Oh, who wouldn't go? (Oh-oh-oh).
Who wouldn't go?.
Up on the housetop, click, click, click.
Down through the chimney with the good St. Nick.
Santa visited the last house on the list. Bag now full of all the little elves Santa is going to bring back.
Santa stopped signing. His mood shifted. He knew this girl was special. Santa knew about her when he first started visiting houses. But not this house. This house was off-limits.
He shouldn't visit this kind of house. Not even to give gifts.. But she deserved this. This time, he would make an exception.
So he went down the roof. And crawled through a window he opened.
The girl was asleep in front of him. She was too old. And lived too far away. Why did he stop here?
(….)
Oh well.
He left the present in front of her bed. So when she awoke, the girl would see the gift he left her.
And he went back through the window. (Quietly)
And to the roof. (Sneaky sneaky)
And away Santa went!
Have a holly jolly Christmas.
And in case you didn't hear.
Oh, by golly.
Have a holly jolly Christmas this year.
Oh-ho, the mistletoe.
Is hung where you can see.
Somebody waits for you.
Kiss her once for me.
Have a holly jolly Christmas.
And in case you didn't hear.
Oh, by golly.
Have a holly jolly Christmas this year.
…
I didn't wake up well that morning. No alarm since we were still on Winter break, which was nice. But I still felt stiff from sleeping oddly.
I sat up, stretching out my back. I blinked and rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes. My mouth felt a little dry, maybe I was snoring last night?
What was that smell?
I saw it. A box, strung together what seemed to be hair. Made of what I hoped wasn't flesh, but the blood staining the carpet said otherwise. Was it human?
A wave of nausea hit me.
I screamed.
—-
Two hours later I'm sitting at my kitchen table. I didn't even change out of my sleepwear, just putting on an old hoodie so I didn't get cold.
Police went in and out of the house. Some talked to Dad, some went upstairs in crime scene protective gear. Eventually, someone sat down in front of me.
"Hi Taylor, how are you feeling?" The Detective asked. He wore a large coat, and smelled like coffee.
My Dad sat next to me. "Fine, I guess." I didn't feel bad. Empty? Like there was something I should be feeling that wasn't quite there? The Detective nodded, and brought out a file, opening it on the table.
"I know this might be hard for you, but can you recall anything that happened last night? Anything out of the ordinary." The Detective asked, and I shook my head.
"No, I slept through the whole night. I didn't wake up for anything." I said. I was doing fine until I thought about… that thing again. It's like it was permanently stuck in my brain; I couldn't get rid of it.
He nodded again. "Alright. I only ask because there was a string of attacks last night that seemed to be holiday related." The Detective said, closing the folder.
"Really? Was it multiple people?" I asked, a pit starting to form in my stomach. The Detective shook his head, which only made it bigger.
"No, not that we think. It might be a Parahuman but it's too soon to tell." The Detective explained as the crime scene people emerged from upstairs, carrying the… flesh present out the door. I winced and closed my eyes when I saw it again, and Dad put a reassuring hand on my back.
Agent Thomas warned me… that the Foundation kept a lot of monsters in containment. And now I've let one free. I thought, putting my head between my hands.
Oh god, what if they connect it to me? Would I get in trouble? Would I be arrested?
This is all my fault…
…
"I'm sorry to call upon you all so early in the morning, and on a Holiday, but we've got a situation." Director Piggot stood in front of the room. Tables and chairs had been set up, letting the various members of the Protectorate and the PRT sit in. A projector operated by Armsmaster turned on next to her.
"Last night, five families were attacked in their homes. All in the outskirts of the city, and in rural areas. All far away from police response." A map appeared next to her, showing the houses attacked in relation to the city.
"Due to the amount of attacks, and timeframe between 9-1-1 calls, it was quickly determined that the culprit was most certainly a Parahuman."
"Looking at the recorded 9-1-1 calls for these houses, there were reports of disturbances and strange noises, most likely the Parahuman scouting out its targets before attacking."
"Then, last night at 1 am, he attacked." Piggot watched the projector. Armsmaster clicked it, and a hazy photograph appeared. It was captured by a trail camera, and showed a rough image of the Parahuman culprit. A tall man, with elongated features, gray hair growing off the sides of his head, and under his chin making a beard. And he was completely nude.
A murmur went across the crowd. The smile of the Parahuman was caught by the camera too, big enough to be seen from far away.
"All families had the following characteristics, living out in rural areas, and having a child under the age of eight. Said children were not found, but the rest of the families were. Or what was left of them."
Armsmaster clicked the next slide, and a resounding sound of disgust traveled over the crowd. Director Piggot herself grimaced at the sight, she had seen some terrible things done in her time, and this was up there with them. Families all corralled into a single room, then butchered. Cut by knives, sliced by other things, pieces of flesh removed. Some by sharp objects, others with teeth. Their blood, drawn on the walls in a sort of ritualistic fashion.
Armsmaster didn't linger on the image for long, and quickly switched to the next slide.
"The only lead we have on this Parahuman is from this girl, Taylor Hebert." Armsmaster switched to the next slide.
"Age 15 and lives with her father. Used to attend Winslow High School before it was deemed a Parahuman hazard and shut down. No connection between her and the victims, and she doesn't fit the MO of the killer."
"The only evidence that she's connected is the fingerprint found on her window. It matches the ones found in the victim's houses, with the same double whorl pattern. And this was found in her room."
Armsmaster switched to the next slide, showing a box made out of human flesh, and hair tied in a way to make a bow on top.
"When opened, this was found within:"
Next slide showed what looked like a doll. But its body was a little girl, twisted and sewn to look like a toy.
"We've decided to give the Parahuman the name Toy Maker, and given them a preliminary rating of changer 1, and mover 5. Asking thinkers haven't given us any concrete information on his location or if he will attack again. But for now, we will remain vigilant and monitor for signs of Toy Maker. Hopefully we can find the remains of the kids he took."
"That's it for the briefing, you'll be receiving your assignments later."
The projector shut off and the lights turned on. Everyone got up. Other than a few low conversations, no one wanted to talk after what they just saw. Director Piggot excused herself from the room before anyone could speak to her.
…
Mark Holten was a Parahuman Analysis. And on New Year's Day, he and his coworkers had a field day.
He had helped come up with the name Toy Maker and his rating. With the mere thought of the parahuman, Mark shuddered.
He was stopping by the storage area to drop off some paper files on Toy Maker, and ran into an IT worker down there, Rob. They nodded at each other as Mark passed by.
They would be scanned later, by someone else besides Mark. But when Mark turned his back, he heard the sound of paper being disturbed, falling to the ground. Frustrated, he resigned himself to having to pick-up and re-sort everything he had just filed.
But when he turned back to grab them, they weren't there.
He could've sworn he heard them fall. But when he looked up, he didn't see the files in the cabinet either.
Something was wrong.
He heard the crash of something falling over.
Something was here.
When he saw Rob off to the side, staring at it, he let out a sigh, feeling some of the tension leave his body.
"Rob? Did you knock that over?"
It took a second for Rob to answer.
"The drives are missing.
"What?"
Rob repeated himself. "The hard drives are missing. Something took them. It looked like… like that knight from Monty Python. 'Tis but a scratch' but covered in these weird ribbons-"
It was here. It appeared behind Rob, and looked just as described. Twice as tall as a human, covered in long black ribbons, or was that its body? Its head coming to a point with more ribbons coming out the top.
For an instant, Rob screamed as he was grabbed by the thing, cut off an instant later as he disappeared.
…
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