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A large slam erupted from across the shadowy, abyssal room and echoed off the blood-crested walls. Black, viscous liquid ran down her neck as she immediately snapped her head up. Professor Pugnus must have forgotten-or intentionally neglected-to properly seal the orafice leading into her throat, but that was the least of her worries. Where did that sound come from? She pondered about the possibilities as she squinted into the darkness.
Seldom does the Professor bother to check on her, but when he does, it is usually followed by excruciating pain and blinding light. The latter being the most intriguing, for it allows sight-if minute-of the encasing enclosure. The rusting iron shackles, the scarlet walls, the not-by-nature blackened floors are all interesting insights, but the glimpses of the very very back are what catches what is left of her optical organs.
A humanoid figure could be seen in extremely rare cases. The figure-much unlike her-was not bound to the freezing, harsh wall. Instead, its extremities were sprawled out infront of its arched corpse. The dangling head drooped steeply infront of the humanoid's chest while a curtain of hair concealed its chest and groin.
Her pumping heart skipped a beat.
The slam originated from there.
Her eyes could be tricked from time to time, but her ears never lied. A deep, wheezing breath quickly escaped her sealed, metallic maw. Panick quickly sat in as her sight darted across the abyss, looking for any signs of movement. She tried to mutter, "Who's there?", but all that came out was a petty, metallic wail.
Her left bionic arm began to twitch in its restraints while her right, fleshy arm laid still and limply in its own. She tried to arch forward to see just a bit farther, but her artificial spine shot back a surge of agony in protest.
Her colorless hair swept back and forth as she tried to make out anything she could in the terrifying darkness. Whimpers and panicked wheezes escaped her as she struggled to prepare herself. Suddenly, her chamber lit up in a bright scarlet. A bulb above the entrace has started to pulsate a blood-soaked color.
What's even more damming was that the enigmatic corpse was laying against the door. The side of its head was practically smothered against the rusted door. Its brown, leathery back was still arched even when upright. Its hand-claws clinged onto the door for dear life as its feat slipped slightly on the black grease that is the floor.
She looked onto its face. Nothing but scarred tissue and two holes where the nose would be. The black hair flowed down the monster's sides. It was a walking nightmare. It took notice her and lifted its disgusting head from the rusted door. The bottom portion of the face began to contort and stretch as it croaked in her direction, "Shhhhh, the saviors are coming." The creature's voice scratched the girl's ears and clawed into her mind. It was so horrendous, so uncanny. "Do not be afraid, poor thing," it gave something akin to a laugh, "They will come. Yes, yes they will."
Clunking suddenly erupted from somewhere outside the door. She had never been outside nor know anything about it. All the knowledge she contains was from the odd cables. The professor stuck them into her bionic arm-sometimes even her head-and taught her basic English and advanced arithmetic. Ever since she learned to count in seconds, she has counted every one. A total of 441,504,979.44 seconds counting.
She snapped back and shook her head. She was always told she had a tendency to wonder off. Her eyes fixated upon the creature who was now mumbling into the door. She was scarred, but not so much at the creature anymore. What was happening? Why are there lights? Where is all the noise?
Her answers came crashing through the door.
