Mal0anon's Misadventures

>Its dark.
>Your house is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old wood flooring as it settles into the foundation.
>How long has it been since you'd last slept? You weren't sure. All you know is that...it...was coming.

>You'd originally thought this Mal0 app was a joke, or maybe just some glitchy app.
>At worst you thought it was some sort of fake app that would infect your phone with Malware.
>You...hadn't expected this...

>Another chirp came from the phone beside you on the bed.
>Another photo.
>You'd been getting them sporadically over the last few days.
>First pictures of places you knew.
>Then of you on the streets, going about your daily life.
>Then more...terrifying images.
>Ones where it stood in the frame.
>Close enough for you to be visible as well, but far enough away for it to be out of your sight.

>But it was getting closer. It had been for days.
>When you got a picture of it outside your home that morning, you knew.
>Whatever this skulled monstrosity was, it was coming for you.
>And while the thought terrified you, you had gained a sense of calmness about it through the fear.
>Perhaps you were just too exhausted to be terrified anymore.

>You take a deep breath and check the image.
>It isn't there. Not in the frame. But it's an image of you, lying in your bed, staring blankly at the alarm clock on your nightstand.
>It was the combination of the angle the picture was taken at, and the soft creak you heard at the foot of your bed, that gave you a sudden rush of adrenaline and the balls to glance down at the foot of your bed.

>There it stood.

>And you couldn't help but let out a horror filled cry as you saw it's face.


>The creature is standing there, at the foot of your bed.
>It's white orb-like eyes stare expressionless at you, and it's jaw slowly opens, revealing just how many sharp teeth it truly has.
>You try to move, to make a break for the knife on your nightstand, but you can't move.
>You can't do anything but stare wide eyes, trembling beneath the sheets as it crawls onto the bed.

>It gets closer, and you scramble until your back is against the wall at the head of your bed, blankets balled up around you.
>With a sudden yank, it's bony clawed hand rips them away, stripping you of what little protection you may have had.
>You find your voice, and manage to scream at it.
"Get the fuck away from me!"
>Much to your surprise it stopped it's advance.
>You could not avert your gaze from it's face. Those pupil-less eyes, the pure white bone that made up it's tooth filled maw.
>Another wave of fear washed through you, mixed with an instinctual rage driven by the urges of self preservation, and you screamed at it again.
"I said get away, you fucking monster!"
>You snatched the nearest thing to you, your cell phone, and chucked it at the beast's face.
>Of course it did no damage, merely bounced off it's face, but it still seemed to be shocked by your attempted attack.

>Time seemed to slow down as you watched the thing shrink back about a foot from you.
>The distance allowed you to calm down enough to take in it's form's details.
>No, not it.
>She.
>It was female, if the furred breasts were anything to go by anyways.
>Her whole body was covered in a thick, matted black fur coat, and long, inky black hair sprouted from her skull, falling in waves down to her shoulders.
>Your ears were met with a soft clicking noise.
>That's when you noticed this...thing...was shaking.
>Her furry arms were wrapped around her body, as if she was hugging herself.
>That clicking you heard seemed to be coming from the things bony jaws chattering together as she trembled.
>But the clicking was replaced with another sound.

>Her voice.
>It was low, and very raspy. You probably wouldn't have even discerned it was female if you hadn't made that observation before. But even then you could notice a very slight hint of hesitation in it.
>"M-mAal0 nnot hurrTt.."

>Despite the butchered words, you understood her.
>And you'd never been more confused in your life.
>This...this thing had been stalking you for days. Sending images that seemed to be threatening in nature.
>So what the fuck was she doing here, if not to kill you?
"Then what the hell do you want?"
>You practically spat the words out at her, and she visibly flinched slightly.
>That sent a little pang of guilt through you.
>She certainly wasn't acting malicious now...

>Her white orbs staring into your eyes for a moment, despite their lack of pupils...then her head fell.
>Despite being armed with those razor sharp claws and teeth, she actually seemed more afraid of you at this point than you were of her.
>And that slight fear carried over in her voice.

>"Ma-Al0 saww...yoU w-aan'T her..."

>A moment of silence passed, and she followed it up.

>"Mal-0o w-wrOnG..."

>Great...
>Now you felt like an enormous asshat.
>Granted, given the seemingly threatening nature of the pictures she'd spammed you with over the past several days, and the unwanted entry into your own home giving you quite the scare, logically you knew your anger had been justified.
>But looking at her there, shaking like that, unable to meet you eyes...you slowly felt your fear at her appearance fade little by little.
>Of course you were going to let your soft side get the better of you.
>You sigh and rub the sweat from your brow.
>You let your hand fall to your lap and look up at her.

"You saw because of the app, huh?"

>After a moment she nodded slowly.
>"M-Alo uNderSTan..." her hoarse voice was nearly a whimper at this point. "usEd t0 i-IT..."

>It was at that moment you saw the tear run down her bony cheek, and the clicking of her jaw began again.
>"M-Alo jUs...W-wAnt...."
>She didn't finish, a few more tears flowing from those orb-like eyes.
>All your fear had faded at this point.
>You even found it in you to scoot closer to her.

>When you reached out, she flinched a little, but didn't resist as you wiped away her tears with your thumb.
>The bone was rough, like dusty sandpaper, and cold to the touch, yet her tears were rather warm.

"Mal0...that's your name?"

>Her head turned up to look at you, and she nodded, leaning her head a little into your palm.
>"YE-s..."

>You sigh, and let your hand fall from her face back down to the bed.

"I..I'm sorry Mal0...for yelling at you and stuff..."

>Her raspy voice sounds a less fearful now, and more saddened.
>"Ma-ll0 fOrgiV-Ee...n-NoT fiRsst ty-me...."

>That really only made you feel worse.
>Just how long had she been doing this? Going from person to person, everyone who downloaded this app?
>How many people had ran her out of their homes, or launched attacks much more viscous than your phone chuck?
>Your eyes studies her face for any signs of previous attacks.
>Yep, they were definitely there.
>A few scratches that looked like they could be from knives or similar tools.
>Even one hole going at an odd angle just behind her right nostril, straight through her jaw. Definitely from a bullet.
>And those were just the readily apparent ones, god knows how many were concealed by her fur or the cover of darkness.
>Yet despite all these attacks...she kept looking, going after everyone who had this app?
>Why?

"Mal0..."

>You started slow, lowering your voice to a much more gentle tone than before.

"How...how long have you been doing this for?"

>One of her hands comes up to her face, claws running along the bone, making a slight scraping noise until it stops over some of the leftover scars.
>"C-cAnt reEme-mbER..."
>She continues, her voice catching a little bit as more tears start to flow.
"I-tS c-Cold...e-evRytiMe M-Al0 g0 b-BacK..."

>Something about that statement sent shivers up your spine, making goosebumps rise on your forearms.

"G-go back where?"

>"Mal-0 not Kno-Ww...i'It's D-dark...C0l-D..."
>She sniffles, and you aren't prepared for her to hug onto you like she does.
>The sensation of her bony face pressing into the crook of your neck and her clawed hands clinging to your shoulders tightly is somewhat uncomfortable but you hardly notice.
>She breaks down, tears beginning to stain the collar of your shirt.
>"d-do'NT w-AnnA g-ggo b-Ack..." she cries. "P-pl-Ease doN't sEnnD Mal-0 bAccK..."
>You can't help but hug her tightly, and once you do you can feel how bad she's shaking.
>The poor thing is terrified, that much is clear.
>She tries to say something else, but all that comes forth is a mix of sobs and garbled word fragments with no real meaning.
>You reach up with your right hand and thread your fingers through her hair, giving it a few light strokes. It's matted like her fur, full of knots and slightly greasy, but you didn't expect much different.
>It's then you notice her ears for the first time. They resembled furless dog ears, the skin pitch black in color, and were somewhat tattered around the edges.
>They were pressed flat against her head, fitting given how scared she seemed to be.
>You speak softly to her, hoping to calm her down some.

"Easy Mal0, relax. I'm not sending you anywhere."

>She sniffles and presses herself closer to you still. The poor thing is practically in your lap at this point.
>"Pr-...pR0m-iSe?" she asks with a little whimper.

>You nod. You can't say no to her, not with her clinging to you like this.

"I promise....I promise..."

>Your words seem to calm her a little. That's something, at least.
>You continue to stroke her hair, working your nails gently through the knots, untangling it slowly but surely while you wait for her sobs to calm down.
>Eventually they do, reduced to only the occasional sniffle or throaty whimper.
>While you let the calming silence wash over the both of you, your mind races with questions.

>Just what the hell was she?
>What was this dark, cold place she feared going back to?
>More importantly, how did being with someone prevent her from returning to it?
>Or...would it do nothing? Would you be forced there with her?

>Just as your heart begins to race from fear of this horrible, unknown place, your train of thought it broken.

>Is...is she licking you?!

>Indeed she is. Her tongue is long, dark, and a little slimy, but oddly enough, it's cold like the bone of her face.
>At first you don't know what to think, but then you feel your heart flutter a bit.
>She's kissing you, like a puppy.
>"TH-aNk...M-aL0 T-hANk..."

>You can't help but let out a soft little chuckle.

"You're welcome Mal0..."

>It was a little hard to hide the apprehension in your voice. This was honestly so...bizzare.
>Not fifteen minutes ago you thought this thing was about to kill you in some ungodly satanic sacrifice or something.
>And now here she was, cuddled up to you in your lap and covering your face with puppy kisses.
>"W-whAt nAy-me.?" she asked, nuzzling against your cheek affectionately.

"Uh...just call me Anon."

>"A-Nonn?"

"Heh...yeah, Anon."

It was hard to tell exactly how she felt. After all, facial expressions or eye cues were nonexistent. But you noticed her ears perk up. At least that was an indication she was a little happier.

>"A-nOn...W-WhAt wr-oNg?" she let out a quiet murmur, resting her head on your shoulder, black ears twitching a little bit.

>She must have caught your tone, and her hands held onto you a little tighter. "Y-oU...Ma-ll0 n-noT proB-Lem, nO?"
>You let out a long, frustrated sigh.

"I don't know, Mal0...I don't know what to think about any of this...kind of a sensory overload here..."

>That was putting it lightly. Thoughts of what was to come next came in waves, buzzing through your mind like a swarm of angry wasps, unable to be sated.
>She cocked her head a little, blank eyes looking up at yours, and her ears flattened back.
>She nuzzled you again, pulling herself closer than before.
>You could feel her breasts pressed up against your chest, separated from your skin only by your thin T-shirt.
>Not gonna lie, it was arousing in a confusing sort of way.
>She kissed your cheek, running her tongue slowly across it.
>Your cheeks lit up, and a shiver ran through your body.
"M-AybE Ma-l0 hElpp?"
>If it weren't for the darkness of the room, your face would have been bright red.
>You manage to stutter out a response.

"I-I don't know...maybe that's n-nahh!"

>Your protest is cut off by the feeling of her sharp teeth pressing into the sensitive flesh of your neck.
>It's a love bite, not enough to draw blood or be overly painful, but the sensation makes the blood drain from your face.
>And...relocate.
>Fuck you have never gotten a boner so quick in your life.
>It certainly didn't go unnoticed by Mal0, either.
>You felt one of her hands run down your stomach, resting right above your groin. It was then you realized her hands did indeed have soft, furry padding on the palms and fingers, the bones on the top were merely exposed.
>"A-Non LIike?"
>Before you can even answer, you feel her hand slip beneath your boxers.
>The padded undersides of her fingers curl around your shaft, slowly rubbing up and down it.
>Damn, the touch is light enough to be borderline teasing.
>She lets out a little murmur and nuzzles you again, her other hand pressing on your chest until you're laying down on your back.
>She shifts down, and slides your boxers down, letting your cock spring free from it's prison.
>Her little black ears perk up almost immediately, and her right hand grasps it, fingers massaging around the shaft in slow waves.
>Then, her jaw opens, and her long, dark tongue emerges.
>Her hand moves down to the base, while her tongue wraps around the rest.
>She begins to stroke your meat all over with that long, slick tongue, hand pumping lightly at the base.
>Your mind has gone blank.
>It was like getting your first blowjob all over again, except a thousand times better.
>The little pang of fear you got from knowing it was some sort of otherworldly entity licking you off certainly wasn't a bad thing.
>It didn't take long for your toes to start curling from the pleasure.
>She must have seen the look on your face, for she began to work her tongue a little faster, running it around the shaft and over the sensitive head in slow, rhythmic motions.
>And like with your first blowjob it didn't take long for you to be pushed to the brink.
>When she heard your grunt, her tongue coiled around the head of your cock as you came.
>She caught every drop of your seed, her tongue retreating back into her maw.
>Then she let out a low, soft rumble.
>"T-Aste NICeee..."
"Damn..."
>That's all you can mutter in the midst of the afterglow.
>Mal0 crawls back up and cuddles herself against your side.
>"An-on bETteR?"

>You swallow and nod slowly.

"Yeah...yeah sweetheart, I think I am."

>She lets out a happy little whine and wraps her arms around your chest, burying her face into your shoulder.
>You can't help but put an arm around her as well, fingers threading through the fur on her back.
>A wave of contentedness washes over you.
>You're...actually okay with this.
>For now anyways. May as well enjoy it.
>With those thoughts, you calm your mind and close your eyes, enjoying her presence as best you can.
>And it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

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>Silence.
>An impenetrable silence falls upon your ears.
>As you regain consciousness you look around.
>All around you is a thick inky black that you swear you can see moving, like a viscous oil.
>You can feel your feet on solid ground, but what that surface is you can't see.
>And...god, the cold.
>It penetrates right down to your bone, instantly covering your skin with goosebumps.
>Soon you're shivering like crazy, but the void sucks any and all heat from your body.
>Your heart races.
>You try to scream, call out for someone, anyone.
>But no sound escapes your lips.
>You're trapped with the cold, the silence...

>You wake up with a gasp, quickly sitting upright in bed.
>It's morning.
>Mal0 is gone. There isn't a hint she was ever there.
>Had...had that all been just a dream?
>You rub your temples and hesitantly get out of bed.

>Must have been a dream...that was the only logical explanation.
>Dreaming of monster girls...you must have hit a new level of lonely.

>Suddenly you hear a dull thud from the bathroom, like a shampoo bottle being dropped.
>You pause, you weren't sure what to make of it.
>Cautiously you approach the bathroom.
>The light is on, door cracked open as something shuffles around inside, letting out an annoyed snort.
>Wait, did last night?...

>You open the door.
>Mal0 is crouched by the tub, and her head turns to face you.
>Her ears flatten back.
>Guess she wasn't just a dream after all.

"Mal0? What are you doing?"

>She shys away.
>Now seeing her in the light you get a good look at her form.
>Her furred body has a nice hourglass figure too it. You didn't really expect that, though her fur did hide her curves to some degree.
>Hesitantly she speaks.
>"Ma- L0 s-0rrY...cUriOuus..."

>You sigh and step forward a bit, gently grabbing her hand and helping her to her feet.
>She's a few inches shorter than you, but not by much.

"Do you not know what this is?"

>You gesture to the shower, and she shakes her head.
>Rather than explain, you slide by her and turn on the warm water.
>It comes out with a little hiss before turning to a smooth steaming stream of water.
>The noise makes her ears perk up.
>She stands close to you, somewhat behind you actually, head resting on your shoulder as she reaches out and puts her fingers under the water.
>Almost immediately upon contact, she flinches back and let's out a soft little whine.

>You chuckle softly at her adorable reaction to the water.

"It's alright Mal0, it can't hurt you. See?"

>You stick your own hand under the stream and hold it there to prove the point.
>Mal0 lets out a soft whimper, only moving forward when you take one of her hands in yours and coax her out from her hiding spot behind you.
>As you look her over, you get a good look at how ratty her coat is. Her hair could use a good wash too.

"What do you say we get you cleaned up, hmm?"

>Her ears flatten back against her head.
>"ClEeneD upP?" She asks quietly.
>You bid.

"Mhmm. Here..."

>You pull the shower curtain back and gently nudge her towards the tub.
>She shakes her head quickly, and hugs onto your left arm.
>But after a few soft strokes of her hair, you manage to get free and, after some coaxing, get her to stand under the stream of warm water.
>In seconds her fur is soaked, but her ears slowly rise again, twitching a little as the water flows over her.
>You see her relax, then her jaw move as if giving a content yawn, accompanied by a soft whine.
>She was liking it so far, and god she was cute. For a monster dog thing, anyways.

>It was somewhat awkward tying to work around her and the stream of water without getting yourself soaked.
>Yet you still managed to get some shampoo in your hands, and had her lean with her head just out of the way of the water.
>Her soaked hair was much easier to work your fingers through than you expected, and you ran your fingers through it with a gentle massaging motions.
>In the process you found no scalp. The hair seemed to be growing right from the canine skull that was her head. How that worked you had no clue.
>There came a light scratching sound as your nails worked over the bone, but then came another. A soft, low rumble in her throat while your hands worked soap in around her ears.
>She pressed her head into your hands, letting out a soft whine as they moved away from behind her ears.

"Oh relax."

>You grab the removable shower head and begin rinsing the soap out of her hair, aiding it by running a hand throughout her hair until all the soap was gone.
>She caught you off guard when she leaned her head back against you, soaking your shirt almost immediately.
>But when her hand came up and grabbed yours, and she bumped her head into it, you couldn't be mad.
>You could only comply, and went back to massaging behind her ears while she nuzzled your chest, letting out that low rumble continuously, mixed with soft whines here and there.

>After a few minutes of that, and much to her protest, you had to stop. Her fur had to be cleaned too, after all.
>Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, you have her lay on her stomach and pour a line of soap on her back, then begin to massage it in.

>God knows how long it had been since her coat had last been washed, if ever. She didn't seem to familiar with the concept.
>But holy shit is it a lot more difficult to clean. It was almost all matted, and took a good ten minutes just to get her back and shoulders cleaned off.
>Not that she seemed to mind at all, her ears twitching happily while her head turned to one side, resting on her arms.
>Though it was hard to tell, you knew her eyes were watching you the whole time.

>Once clean and rinsed, you had her flip over and began repeating the process.
>This time though there was no hiding your blush as your hands worked through the fur on her tummy, and the thicker patches of it around and between her breasts and to her shoulders.
>She let out what you swore must have been a giggle as your hands came over her breasts.

"You're enjoying this way too much.."
>You mumble as you keep working the soap through her coat.
>There comes that giggle again, and her hands came up, wrapped around your neck, and pulled your head down to hers.
>The angle was a little awkward and if you hadn't caught yourself, you'd have tumbled into the tub with her.
>She nuzzled your cheek, and began giving it little puppy kisses again.
>"A-n0n...Ma-L0 LiIk-E..." she murmured as she kept up the kisses, your face beet red the whole time.

>You tried to say something but it may as well have been gibberish.
>Her kisses stopped, and when she spoke again, her voice was a little quieter this time, more hesitant.
>"A-n0n...lIke M-Al0?"

>Your heart skipped a beat, and your jaw felt too tense to speak. Though, if you had spoke, you probably would have just sounded like an idiot.
>She took your blush and little nod as a yes, though, and let out an excited squeal before hugging you tight.
>It took a moment but eventually you freed yourself and finished washing her.

>Next came the biggest pain in the ass: Getting her fur dry.
>A towel worked for the most part, but it was still fairly damp, and there was a lot of shed hair caught in it that ended up getting all over the floor.
>Eventually you had to opt for plugging an old hair dryer you had.
>You sat on the closed toilet with her sitting between your legs, back facing you, and got to work.

>God, she loved that dryer.
>The little whines she made as you ran a brush through her fur at the same time was too damn cute.
>When it was all said in done, she looked a lot better.
>Her hair was softer now, and fell in waves down to her shoulders with all the knots and grease out of it, and her black coat was somewhat fluffier.

>As you tied up the dryer's cord and went to stow it away, Mal0 hugged you from behind tightly, resting her head on your shoulder and giving a soft little sigh.
>You can't help but give a soft laugh, but when she speaks any hint of a smile fades from your face.

>"M-Al0...kn-oW yo-U leEVe sooN..."
>Shit, that was right. You did have a job after all, and...yeah, it was Friday, so that meant your shift began at noon...
>What time was it anyways?

"I'm scheduled to work this afternoon, yeah."

>"AnOn co-Me baaCk? No...n0 leaVe Mal-0?" She asked quietly, hugging onto you a little tighter.
>You reached back and gave her jaw a little rub.

"Not like I'm just going to abandon everything I own, Mal0. Of course I'll be back."

>She rests her head in your palm and lets out another little sigh.
>"S-oRry...nOt u-sed to...bE-inG waaNt-Ed..." she whimpers. "S-stiLl...s-tiLl sc-aRed..."

>You pull free of her embrace and turn to face her, taking hold of her right hand.

"Mal0, if I wanted to get rid of you, I'd have done it by now. Relax."

>She steps close and presses her face into your shoulder.
>You hug her and give her hair a few strokes until she calms down, then speak softly to her.

"I'm gonna need to get ready to leave now."

>She gives a little nod and lets you go.
>And so you go about getting your shit ready.
>Not like you have much to prepare for.
>You do nothing but handle the register at the local EasyServe gas station about two miles from your shitty little house.
>Terrible pay, long hours.
>But at least it gave you some sort of income.

>Mal0 didn't like seeing you leave, but you had too.
>You...didn't have a car, and buses didn't cover these roads, so you were forced to walk too and from work most days.
>At least the walk gave you some time to think about all this.

>What...what the hell were you supposed to do from here?
>Were you to keep Mal0 forever? The thought of running her off like others had done didn't sit right with you, but by the same token, you weren't exactly in a secluded area of town.
>As in you were in the middle of the fucking suburbs with neighbors all around.
>And your house had some big ass windows in places. So if you were to let her stay, how would you keep her hidden?

>Fuck...there was nothing about this that was going to be easy, was there?

>Saying your shift was terrible was putting it lightly.
>Calling it a complete fuckup would be much more accurate.
>Twice you had a wannabe biker come into the station and yell at you when you were out of his preferred brand of cigarettes, as if that were your fault.
>Your coworker dipped, so you had to handle his cleaning and stocking tasks as well between customers.
>Your manager left a message saying you'd had two hours added to your shift, meaning you had to close up shop, and didn't get off until 10 pm.
>So when you stole a few cans of beer, you felt it was justified. Not like your fatass of a manager would check the tapes and catch you stealing anyway.

>Your walk home was uneventful. You were just grateful to be home, away from the retards of the world.
>You'd plopped your ass down on the couch before you even saw Mal0 emerge from your room.
>If she could smile you were certain she would be.
>"An-0n!" she cried happily, promptly cuddling up to you on the couch.
>You gave a half-hearted smile, gladly leaning a little into her arms.

"Hey Mal0..."

>"Ma-l0 nOt exP-Ec yoU g-One soo Lon-G..."

"I didn't think I'd be either. They extended my shift without giving me notice. But that's fucking typical."

>Her ears flattened back as she heard your irritated tone. "M-aL0 unD-ersTan...An-On m-aD?"

>You shake your head.

"Not at you, no. I just hate my stupid job."

>"ThEn wHyy h-Ave?"

"Because I'd rather not starve and I'm not going to lower myself to welfare."

"We-lFarEe?"

"It's...forget it, it's not important..."

>You let out a frustrated sigh and feel her release you, then lean forward, resting your head in your hands.

>She scoots closer to you, and after a moment you feel her lay her hands on your back and start to press into the flesh in slow motions.
>With the claws it's a little awkward at first, and she really didn't seem to know what she was doing, but you appreciated the attempt.
>And honestly you could go for a massage right now. But you'd have to show her how to do it first.
>You reached back and grabbed one of her hands, then moved it to your shoulder with your hand over it. Placing two fingers over her thumb, you pressed it in a slow rolling pattern into the flesh.

"Like that, Mal0."

>She let out a quiet little snort and tried her best to imitate the pattern you showed her. It took a minute but she seemed to get a feel for it.
>And damn...it actually felt pretty good.

>You turned so your back was facing her, and she began to massage all up and down your back. After a moment her hands slipped under your shirt to massage the bare skin.
>You felt the tense muscles in your back begin to relax slowly but surely. Her hands felt warmer than last night, not that you were complaining.
>The fur only helped you relax, it's softness calming your buzzing, stressed mind.

>"An-0n fEel bet-Er?" Mal0 asked quietly as she kept up her little massages.
>You were too tired and relaxed to say much, opting for a quiet murmur in return.
>After a second you felt her arms slide under your shoulders, and she pulled you back until you were resting against her, her face resting on one of your shoulders.
>Her hands began running through your hair, claws slowly going over your scalp and teasing the nape of your neck, giving you little shivers with each pass.
>"SlEep..." she whispered to you, giving your cheek a few puppy kisses. "NeE-d iT..."

>It's impossible to not fall asleep.
>Between Mal0's gentle caresses and your exhausting shift having sapped all your energy, you're out in minutes.
>When you eventually did wake up, you were in your bed.
>It was still late at night, and Mal0 was cuddled up to your chest, her fingers lightly holding onto the fabric of your shirt.
>She must have carried you to bed. Funny given you were somewhat bigger than she was.
>You honestly didn't expect her to be strong enough to do that.
>But then again you couldn't really hold her to any of your expectations, could you?
>There were so many unknowns, after all.

>As you laid back down and tried to go to sleep once more, something caught your attention.
>A light click. You were not sure what it is at first, but it didn't come from Mal0.
>Sounded like...
>Your front door.

>You sit up quickly, instantly more alert.
>Malo stirs beside you, and turns her head to look at you.
>"A-n0n..?"

"Shhh."

>You quickly shush her, and she falls quiet, her own ears shifting, listening to the silence.
>More clicking. Then a soft thud as the deadbolt hit the carpeted floor.
>Someone was breaking in. Someone experienced.
>You knew this was no petty burglar.
>Damnit...of all the times to not own a gun.

>You slip out of bed silently, looking over your cluttered dresser for any sort of weapon.
>You spot an old buck knife of yours laying there and quickly snatch it up, before grabbing your bedroom door's handle.
>Mal0 moves to get up but you hold up your hand with the knife and whisper,

"Stay put."

>She looks like she'd about to protest but before she can you open the door just a crack and peek outside.
>You can make out two figures in the darkness, the streetlight entering from the windows allowing you too see the black material of their clothes.
>No, not just the clothes.
>The guns.

>Your eyes go wide.
>These were no burglars.
>Out of fear your knife slipped from your hand, clattering to the hard tile floor beneath you.
>May as well have been a fucking alarm.

>The figure's heads snapped in your direction, one raising his rifle and flipping on an attached flashlight.
>The damn thing was blinding, making you flinch and cover your eyes.
>There voice came in a low tone, speaking into a radio on his shoulder.
>"Subject present, seeking target now."

>You're frozen like a deer in the headlights, fear dulling your senses.
>They kicked the door open, guns raised, one training his rifle's muzzle right at your face. He rolled you over quickly, and in seconds you were handcuffed.
>Meanwhile the other searched the room before radioing in.
>"Target absent...should we bring him back alone?"
>There was some chattering on the other end of the radio you couldn't make out, but the man lowered his rifle as he stood there.
>"But sir, we need...it just defeats the purpose of..."
>This arguing continued while the one who cuffed you forced you to your feet.
>Neither seemed to notice the closet door slowly slide open...

"The FUCK do you want with me?!"
>You spit in protest, hoping to keep them distracted.
>The guard slams the butt of his rifle into your gut and growls, "You know damn well why."

>"Right...copy that sir," the other one finishes, before turning to his comrade. "They want us to take him back anyways, with or without that thing."

>"Shit, CONTACT!" The guard who'd cuffed you suddenly screamed.
>The other let out a yelp and turned just as Mal0 leapt at him from the shadows.
>Her claws were poised to strike as her form rushed the man, but he had training.
>He was quicker...
>He turned, rifle raised, and let out a quick burst of rounds that hit dead on target.

>You let out a cry of anger that was halted midway from pure shock.
>You...you SAW the bullets hit her. Hell, you could see the entry wounds go clean through her!
>But it did nothing.
>There was no blood. No organs.
>They passed through her like pellets on a paper target.

>Her long claws sank into the man's throat like a hot knife through butter, blood pouring out around them as she let out a throaty, animalistic growl.
>The other quickly let his rifle fall to the floor, and grabbed your arm, pinning you to the floor.
>You felt the metal of a pistol muzzle press to the back of your skull.
>You can't see what's happening until you hear him scream "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER OR HE'S DEAD!"

>You manage to turn your head slightly and see what's going on.
>While the other man was lying on the floor drowning in his own blood, Mal0 stopped.
>She stood there, motionless, blood dripping from her claws, gaze fixated on the both of you.
>"L-Et g0!" She growled, but the man cocked his pistol's hammer back.
>"I'M NOT SAYING IT AGAIN, STAY BACK!"

>Mal0 could have easily killed him, but with the distance, there was a very real danger he could pull the trigger before she got to him.
>An uneasy silence hung in the air.
>The guard pinned you with his knee and radioed in.
>"Livingston is down, Target at bay. Send in the others, and a medic now!"

>More footsteps came from outside, and within minutes about a half dozen armed guards had entered your room.
>You were forced to your feet, eyes looking at Mal0.
>Her ears were pressed back as the one who'd pinned you held the gun to your temple.
>As long as you were at gunpoint, she wasn't moving.
>Suddenly there was a sharp pain in your left shoulder.
>You managed to catch a glimpse of the syringe that was pulled from it. Then the wooziness hit you, you felt your muscles begin to relax no matter how much you fought.
>Then you were out cold.

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>When you woke up, you were in your bed.
>Your body was aching...what the hell had you done to yourself at work?
>Whatever it was it must have been stressful. Your whole back felt sore.
>Slowly you get out of bed, and shuffle to the shower.
>The warm water seems to help with the pain, but your mind is so hazy...
>It felt like you'd been roofied or something...

>As the water relaxes your muscles, you glance down.
>Is...is that dog hair in the drain?
>No, couldn't be, you had no pets...
>Maybe you were going bald, who knows?

>You stood in the shower until the water began to turn cold, then dried yourself off and began rummaging through your dresser for clothes.
>Once you pulled the pants on, your phone went off, and you tossed the shirt aside to glance at the screen.
>One new picture message from an unknown number.

"The fuck..."
>You mutter as you open the image.
>Its a picture of some sort of...monster? Looked like a canine skull on a fur body. Just looking at it gave you the chills.
>Whatever it was, it was in some small, dimly lit concrete room.
>You quickly shot back a text to the number. "Kill yourself, asshole."
>Tossing your phone down, you went back to getting ready for your day.
>You didn't get a text back for a few hours.
>Hell, you'd nearly forgotten about it by that point.
>But while you sat on your couch, dicking around on your laptop, your phone buzzed in your pocket.
>Another picture from the same number.
>Against your better judgement, you opened it.

>There it was again, that thing.
>The image was better though, with a clear shot of it's "face"
>You could see the ears pressed back, and some sort of clamp locked onto it's jaw, like what you'd put on an alligator.
>As soon as you closed out the image there was a text that followed it. One word.
>"Help."

>You rapidly shoot back another text.
>"Didn't I tell you to fuck off already?"

>A few minutes later, you get a text back.
>"Forgot...yes?"

>You give an annoyed sigh.
"The hell does that mean?" you text back. "Who is this?"

>Another delay, then another text.
>"Mal0."

>"Mal0?"

>"Yes..."

>"Don't text back."

>There was a pause before the next text came.
>Fuck this, you weren't going to read any more spam.
>You tap the number and select options.
>You block the number.

>Your evening was peaceful for the most part after that.
>Granted you didn't do much after that. Mostly alternated between jacking off and watching movies.
>You even decided to shut off your phone in case the asshole spamming you tried a different number.
>You really needed the sleep that night, but it wasn't of good quality.
>You kept seeing that thing, horrible things being done to it by people who's faces you couldn't see.
>It was late morning when you finally woke up.
>And you felt like absolute shit.
>That creature flashed in your mind every few moments and...
>You felt guilty.
>For what, you had no clue, but it wouldn't go away.

>You power up your phone to look at the time.
>10:30 am.
>And you have three unopened picture messages from a new number.

>You open them.

>The first is like from yesterday, a close up of the things face. But despite it's lack of pupils, you can just feel a sense of fear radiating from the image.

>The second, it's moved. Another room, made of white concrete. The thing is tied to a wall, but it's jaw is free, and you can see a long narrow crack from where it'd been broken running up the side.
>The third perhaps makes your gut sink the most. The thing looked like it was crying.
>No, it WAS crying. Despite it's creepy appearances, you could only feel sick, like this was your fault.

>The text at the end, however, was the most gut wrenching of all.

>"Please remember."

>You hesitate for a second before sending a quick text.
>"Cool costume, but seriously, I don't know what you're talking about..."

>...

>Another picture of this thing's face. "Not costume...Not remember any?"

>...

>"I'm afraid not. What do you mean it's not a costume?"

>...

>"Not costume...see..?" Another picture sends of the thing's long black tongue showing in it's open maw.
>You nearly drop your phone and feel your heart race a bit.
>But you didn't freak out or call the police or anything of the sort.
>If anything, it intrigued you. It felt familiar.
>You didn't respond right away, and another text came through.

>"Please...see face?"

>You feel a little conflicted...you don't know what the hell is going on.
>But you send a face pic anyways, with an eyebrow cocked.
>"There."

>You don't get a response, and after waiting half an hour you give up on waiting for one.
>You do have to get ready for work anyways...
>Work is painfully slow. You keep checking your phone constantly, but no response ever comes through.
>No matter how you try to distract yourself, you can't shake the feeling of guilt.
>Guilt over what, though? Some prankster with an elaborate costume?
>The hell was wrong with you?
>You eventually make it home around 11.
>You hurt, you're hungry, but you don't think you can stomach anything right now.
>You don't even try to make it to your room, and plop your sore body on the couch.
>It doesn't take long to start to doze, and the last conscious thought you have before passing out is how good a massage would feel right about now.

>Your dreams are filled with that creature, but...it wasn't nightmares.
>If anything, they felt like hazy flashbacks.
>You were never sure, but you felt like you'd seen it all before.
>The thing scaring the shit out of you when you first saw it.
>Finding out it wasn't viscous at all...
>Some rather...lewd images...
>God, you were depraved.

>When you wake up, it's too a loud knock at the door.

>You get up and walk over to the door, opening it with a tired gait.
>Two men are standing there. One looks to be in his mid 40's with thin, greying hair, the other younger, with a crew cut and stubble on his face.
>You raise an eyebrow, looking them over. They didn't seem threatening.

"Can I help you?"

>"You're mister Anon. A. Mous, correct?" The older one asked.

"Uh...that'd be me, yeah...is there a problem?"

>"You could say that," the younger one said with a little scowl.
>Dude sounded like a prick.
>The older one spoke again. "Possibly, yes."

"You guys cops or something?"

>"Oh no no, not anything of the sort..." The older one said, glancing down at the door. "You realize you're missing a deadbolt, right?"

>That was the first time you noticed that. Shit, did someone break in?

>"Mr. Mous..."

"Anon is fine."

>"Anon, tell me, have you had any...problems recalling the last 72 hours or so?"

"Uh...not that long, but the past two days are really hazy...why..?"

>You step behind the door a bit, narrowing your eyes.
>The men look at each other.
>"Looks like they got him, Neil..." The younger one said.
>"I'd say so...Anon, may we please come in for a bit? We may know the reason things are so hazy for you."

>You pause, but after a moment open the door for them.

"Sure..."

>The men enter your house, and you sit with them at the dining room table.

"So you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?"

>Your question is laced with irritation, but the older man, Neil apparently, raises a hand to shush you. "We have a pretty good idea, yes."

>He nodded over to the other man, who had a laptop opened on the table. You hand not even noticed he had it.
>He typed away for a moment and clicked a few things, then spun it around. >There was an image on the screen...that Mal0 creature looking through a door at a camera. "You recognize this?"

>Your skin pales a bit as you get the chills.

"Yeah...whoevers behind that keeps sending me pictures of it..."

>"Note down it was indeed 1471 for the record," Neil told the other before speaking to you. "Anon, what we're about to divulge to you, you cannot mention to anyone. Ever. If you do, you'll likely be shot. Understand?"

>You gulp but nod slowly, and Neil begins to explain.
>It takes a while, and you sit there, listening nervously.
>He and his compatriot, who goes by Rick, work for some sort of secret government organization dubbed the SCP foundation.
>SCP stood for Secure, Contain, Protect, and as the name implied, they would hunt out paranormal, surpernatural, and/or flat out fucking weird items or creatures which could pose a threat to humanity in it's current state.
>At first you thought it was bullshit, but then how would they know of this Mal0 creature, and that you were at least familiar of it?

"So...if I could get executed for knowing this, why are you telling me about it at all? Why not just let me remain ignorant?"

>Neil sighs, sitting back in his chair.
>"Because we're not just with the Foundation, Anon. A lot of it's workers don't like how they operate or test on items or entities..."

"And?"

>"There's people who want to fight back, Anon, like Rick and I. And there's another smaller group of defectors outside the foundation, but most of us are still a part of it. And I'll be frank with you, Anon...we need all the help we can get here."

"So what's this have to do with me?"

>"Well," Rick started, before turning to Neil. "You have the reversal meds, right?"

>"Yes," he nodded, looking at you as he dug a bottle of pills out of his coat pocket. He slid it over to you, and you caught it, looking it over.

>"The MTF who broke into your house used amnesiacs on you, Anon. That's why things are so hazy for you. The drug blocks memory pathways in your neurons. Take three of those pills, and they'll reverse the effects. Then we'll explain why we need you."

>You pop open the top, looking at the bright red pills inside.
>Taking drugs from strangers. Boy that sounded smart.
>But then again...

"Fuck it."

>You said, and swallowed the pills dry.

>At first you don't feel any different. But after a minute, your swear you can feel your mind BURNING.
>All sense of the outside world vanishes as vivid flashbacks run through your mind on repeat over and over.
>You remember everything, every last moment of your time spent with Mal0.
>By the time the flashbacks began to fade you first heard Rick snapping is fingers in front of your face.
>"Anon? Woah shit, I think we may have given him too much."
>"Those were probably Class B amnesiacs, just give it a moment," Rick replied calmly.
>Their faces slowly came into focus.
>Neil looked you over, into your wide eyes. "You remember now don't you?"

>Your lips shook as if trying to form words, but nothing came forth.
>Then, in an instant, you bolted from your chair to the kitchen sink and vomited.

>"Yeah, I think he could have done with less medicine," Rick scoffed.
>"Probably, but at least he isn't dead."

>Assholes.
>Well, at least you knew they weren't lying about what they were here for.
>God, Mal0...
>The guilt hit you like a tidal wave and you threw up again, until there was nothing left in your stomach.
>Wiping your mouth off and rinsing it with water from the tap, you panted before looking up at the two of them.

"So what the hell do you want me to do, now?"

>Neil stood and crossed over to you.
>"You have a reason to fight them, right? So do we. What's more you probably know more about that creature than they do."

"Neil, with all due respect, what the fuck do you expect me to do? Waltz in there with a AK and shoot the place up? Do I look like a lonely white kid to you?"

>Rick laughed rather loudly at that, and Neil couldn't help but chuckle. "Not exactly that. There are ways to get you in there that aren't so drastic, or suspicious."

>"Such as?"

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>Did you know prison buses smell like vomit and piss?
>You didn't until now.
>And quite frankly you were happy to get off that rusted piece of shit.
>The orange jumpsuit you had on was itchy as all hell but that was the least of your concerns.
>You could be dead within a month.

>Somehow those two gooks had figured out a way to smuggle you in as...what was it called? A D-Class?
>Something like that, anyways.
>Unfortunately that meant you lost your cell phone, your one connection to Mal0, but they were going to find a way to have you used for testing on her.
>Somehow...
>Honestly you were certain they were going to fuck up and you'd just be executed in a month's time.
>It certainly wasn't beyond the realm of possibility.

>The processing was quick enough.
>You had a tracking chip injected into your left forearm and a number assigned to you: D-5431
>There was an induction type deal, where what exactly would happen was explained.
>The dumbasses actually believed they'd be set free at the end of the month.
>You on the other hand could only hope the dissenters in the Containment site were going to do their job right.

>After that you were sent to a small holding cell that would serve as your home for the following weeks, assuming you didn't die on your first encounter.
>You tried to sleep, but the bed was so damn uncomfortable. You barely managed to doze.
>A few hours later an alarm buzzed and your door slid open.
>A man dressed in a guard uniform was there, clutching a P-90 in his hands.
>From their voice you knew it was Rick.
>"Alright pal, let's move. There's no days off here."

>You managed to keep a blank face as you exited the cell.
>Rick led you down the labyrinth of halls, occasionally prodding your back with his gun for show when you passed by other staff members.
>It took about fifteen minutes of walking to reach the steel door to a containment cell, with the number 1471 on it in white paint.

>There's a balding man in a lab coat waiting there for you. Seems to be a researcher.
>He hands you a small headset so he can be in communication with you, and explains he'll be observing from camera's set up in the chamber.
>When he starts with a list of precautions and warnings you zone out.
>You don't need to hear it. You know you'll be fine.
>You simply nod until he steps back into an observation room and wait for the doors to open.
>They slide open with a metallic clunking of gears and wires, allowing you to see inside.
>The room is dimly lit. You figure the camera's must be in infrared, as the lighting is so shit you wouldn't see much on a standard camera.
>It's enough for you too make out Mal0's shape on the far side of the room, huddled into a corner between two walls.
>She didn't even seem to notice the door open, made no attempt to escape.
>You felt your heart sink as you stepped in and the doors closed behind you.
>The researcher ordered you to approach the subject, and you did so, but other than that you ignored his words and slowly stepped closer to her, kneeling down a few feet away.

"M-Mal0?"

>You can hear that clicking again, and despite the god awful dim lighting, you could see her holding herself.
>Her head slowly turned, her eyes meeting yours.
>You saw her ears go back for a moment, but then her arms began to relax.

>"A..An-0n?..." She whispered, barely loud enough for you too hear. But before you could respond, the irritated researcher's voice rang in your headset.

>"D-5431, I said keep your distance! We don't know what that thing is capable of!"
>You press on the microphone and reply calmly.

"Didn't you say you had preventative measures in case of attack?"

>"Yes, but-"

"Then I should be okay, Doc. Calm down."

>There came an irritated sigh, then the voice again. "Very well. Proceed approaching the subject. Try not to initiate any physical contact, we've got a remote trigger armed on the shock collar if it tries anything."

>Shock collar?
>You narrowed your eyes. Indeed, there was a collar wrapped tight around her throat, with a few small lights on it.
>Bullets may not have done shit but it seemed electricity did.
>You glanced around the cell before slowly inching closer, thankful that without him pressing the mic, his voice was inaudible to them.

"Yeah Mal0, it's me..."

>She slowly inched up from her corner, scooting a little bit closer towards you. There came some grumbles on your headset but you didn't pay them any mind.
>Eventually she was close enough to touch, and you reached out and brushed her cheek, feeling the warm tears flowing over the bone.

>She didn't say anything else. She broke down, collapsing in your arms, her face buried into your shoulder as she cried.
>There came some confused words through your headset. They clearly didn't anticipate this reaction.
>You kissed the top of her head as you held her there close to your chest.
>"T-hOuG-hT...nE-VEer s_EE yoU..." she whimpered out through her sobs, and you held her just a little bit tighter.

>"D-5431..." the researcher's voice came over the headset. "You...please report."
>While Mal0 presses her shaking body close to you, you softly speak back into the mic.

"I think you may have misjudged this thing, Doc. I think it's more afraid of you than you guys are of it."

>"D-5431, that thing killed one of our men in cold blood. It's dangerous, you shouldn't be that close!"

"I mean...did your men attack it?"

>"What?"

"Well shit, Doc, I'd kill something if it were trying to kill me. That's just self-preservation. I mean come on Doc, look at he-" you catch yourself, "It. It isn't doing any harm."

>Malo's head turned upwards and she began to lick your cheek softly. You sighed and held down the microphone again. "I rest my case, Doc. She doesn't seem dangerous to me."

>"Hmm...alright, proceed with interaction. Matthews, make sure the cameras are getting this..."

>That was the end of your little argument, and you let the mic fall to your cheek before putting your other arm around Mal0, who kept up her little kisses.
>"M-isSed Y-oU..."

"I missed you too, Mal0..."
>She whines and scoots up so she's sitting in your lap, leaning against you with her head pressed against your shoulder.
>You reach up and begin to stroke her hair, untangling it slowly while she speaks again.
>"An-0n...N0t s-aafe..." She whimpered, holding onto you tightly.

>You frowned and began focusing your pets right behind her ears, almost instantly feeling her relax when you did so.

"Don't worry Mal0, we're gonna get out of here soon..."

>"S-sCarEd..."

>You kiss her forehead while she nuzzles against your chest.

"I know Mal0, I just need you to hold on for a little while longer, okay?"

>She nods against your chest, and you hold her there in silence for a little while longer before the Doc's voice comes through your headset. His voice just sounds confused and dazed at this point.
>"D-5431, please update on subject's behavior..."

"Currently relaxed and seems to be rather affectionate. Definitely doesn't need the Euclid classification, Doc."

>"Copy that...please release the subject and return to the door."

>You sigh softly and look down at Mal0, rubbing her back slowly.

"I have to go now..." you say, and in response she hugs you tighter. "Relax, Mal0, I'll be back."

>"P-r0mIsE?" She sniffles.
>You nod.

"I promise."

>With another sniffle she gets off of you, and you stand.
>You retreat to the door, casting one last saddened glance over your shoulder at her while it opens.
>And you leave.

>The door shuts behind you and you're brought in for debriefing.
>Holy.
>Shit.
>The shitstorm you receive is beyond anything you've ever experienced.
>Doc absolutely flipped his shit on you. Demanding you never be so insubordinate again or he'd have you shot without question.
>After a good fifteen minutes of that you're escorted back to your cell.
>The peacefulness of being alone is calming after than bullshit.
>You try to sleep.
>The keyword being "try."
>Sleep is damn near impossible...not when you saw how Mal0 was...
>You sigh.
>Just what the hell were you supposed to do?

>Days passed.
>It was around the end of the first week you started to get concerned.
>Everyday it was some new thing you had to fuck with.
>A statue that killed another D-Class when you both blinked, and you managed to survive by winking and running backwards across the room so it couldn't catch up until the door opened.
>Some sort of endless replicating cake. Not gonna lie, that one was fun.
>You were even sent into some strange as fuck alternate dimension that was nothing but giraffes in snow being tortured by balls of light.
>Those weren't all, and that was just in the first week.
>You hoped each time that it would be Mal0 again.
>As the guard walked you down the hall, you hoped to see those numbers above the door.
>But when you entered a section of the facility barricaded four times over...
>And were shoved into a room of six Class D's in front of a steel door, all of whom had been given assault rifles and looked quite confused...
>You knew you were probably going to die.
>One of them gave you a gun and a sling of clips.
>You swallowed hard and looked up at the number above the titanium door.
>682

>"Please stand clear of the door." A smooth female voice rang over the intercom, making everyone step back.
>The door opened.
>Holy shit, the room beyond it was big.
>At first you thought it was empty, but you saw it spread out longways on each side of the door.

>"Enter now, and standby." Came the voice again.
>You glanced at the others, who all looked as freaked out as you, and when one stepped forward, the rest followed.
>As soon as the door shuts, the room falls quiet, save for the clicking of your guns being cocked and safety's being flipped off.
>One man, a bald black guy, is the first to step forward. The man clearly knew his way around a gun.
>"The fuck they want us to do?"
>"Is this is a joke?"
>"Yo, what the FUCK is this shit, man?!"

"Hell if I know. Just be careful, we don't kno-"

>You stop as your foot steps on something squishy.
>The hell...is that vomit?
>No, looks too clear...it's like some sort of mucus or bile...

>Before you vomit you step away and look around.
>There are corridors on either side.
>Each branch off in their own way.
>"Should we split up?"
>"I guess, that'd make it easier to finish this bullshit."

"I don't think we should. I mean, they gave us GUNS. Something is in here that'll probably kill us."

>Your protests go unheard. They're already pairing up.
>Oh well. At least you have the black guy.
>Intimidating stature aside, he seems pretty cool actually. Maybe ex military? You can't be sure.
>Two pairs take the right corridor, the others the left. Then each splits down another branch.
>You take right, then left.
>Down several flights of stairs until you reach this large, dimly lit underground room. Makes the one above you seem as small as your cell.

>"The hell is this shit?" The black guy whispers.

"No clue...but I don't like it."

>"Me either. Keep your voice down. We don't know what-"

>He stops. You stop.
>Something is moving in the room.
>Of course your weapons don't have lights.
>He raises his gun anyways, and steps forward.

>You're frozen, watching as he gets closer and closer to the center of the room.

>He reaches the center, and stops, training the gun all the way around the room.
>There's nothing.
>"I think we're clear."

>You breath a sigh of relief, lowering your weapon.
>You start to cross over.
>Then something moving shows up in your peripherals.
>But when you quickly move you see nothing.
>Until you see the long, scaled tail slowly descend behind the man from the roof.
>The roof...

>Before you can scream it latches around his neck.
>The movement is sharp and quick, his head turning a full 180.
>You can hear the bones snap and his gun drop to the floor.
>He's gone, just like that. Like God flipping off a light switch.

>Your eyes slowly drift towards the ceiling.
>Its only light enough to make out the vaguely humanoid form and see it's rows of razor sharp teeth glint as it grins down at you, see it's red eyes glowing.

>You panic.
>You open fire, unloading your magazine right at the thing as you bolt backwards towards the stairs.
>For a second it didn't follow.
>That bought enough time for your shaking hands to reload and make it up the first flight of stairs.
>Then you head shuffling, and a soft voice mixed with hissing.
>"Don't be like that..." The voice is borderline intoxicating, like a siren's song.
>You high tail it up the stairs.
>It doesn't run at first until you stop to glance back when up the next flight, and make eye contact.
>Then it rushes you.
>And holy FUCK it's fast.
>You fire again, watching the bullets rip through the thing time and time again until the rifle simply clicks.
>The impacts barely even slowed it.

>You didn't even feel the impact when you hit the concrete, only it's claws sinking into your flesh, making you cry out in pain.
>Your mind was in full fight mode, adrenaline beginning to dull the pain and filling you with a primordial rage.
>The thing has you pinned.
>You can make out it's form now.
>Humanoid, covered in dark green scales, spines.
>Rows of razor like teeth in it's maw.
>Two piercing eyes that seem to glare right into your soul as you're pinned under it.
>You didn't give the fact it had breasts much thought, either.
>Your mind was in full fight mode, adrenaline beginning to dull the pain and filling you with a primordial rage.
>Rationality tossed aside, you did the only thing you had the mobility to do.
>Your right fist came up and landed solidly with it's jaw.

>Welp, that broke at least one of your fingers.
>But you felt the punch connect, hitting right below the hinge, actually popping the jaw out of place.
>That's adrenaline for you.
>The creature had a moment of pause. It didn't seem to be expecting that.
>One of it's hands released you, though you were still pinned, and it cupped it's jaw before popping it back into place.
>Then it laughed.
>"Impressive...not going to beg like the others I see?" It giggled, it's other claws sinking deeper into your shoulder, causing you to flail, struggle to escape, but it was in vain.
>You were trapped.

"Rrrrrgh! Let me go you bitch!"

>Your rage filled screams do nothing to hide the fear in your eyes as you glare up at hers.
>She lets out almost a low, throaty purr, lowering herself onto your body.
>Fuck, all that muscle weighs a lot.
>Ordinarily you'd be aroused but...
>But you were afraid for your life here.

>"And why would I do that, now? I don't get many fighters~" her voice is low, smooth, and somehow manages to only instill more anxiety in you, to the point where your struggling slows and stops.

>You glare up at her, teeth bared in a feeble attempt to be intimidating.
"I SAID GET OFF!"

>Your blood is practically boiling now.
>You don't want this.
>You're not going to let this happen.
>Or so you tell yourself.
>May as well give up, your words only seem to encourage her.
>One of her clawed hands cups your jaw, and her hips start to grind on you.
>"There's no point in fighting..." she whispers, dragging her tongue across your neck, teeth lightly grazing the skin.
>Fuck...

>Your eyes close, and you try to just ignore what's happening.
>That's when you felt the strap of your rifle still slung around your arm.
>Your eyes glanced over, the thing too distracted to notice.
>No.
>No, this will NOT happen.
>You'll die before it does.

>Just as you feel one of her claws start to tear open the jumpsuit around your crotch, you grip the gun by the foregrip and slam the butt into the side of her head.
>The impact is enough to startle her, her claws releasing you and allowing you too scoot back.
>She grasps at where you hit, and for a second you consider fleeing.
>Nah, fuck that.
>You turn and smash the rifle stock into her ribs.
>Something cracked.
>You do it again, and again, until you hear it howl in pain.
>That's your cue to run.

>You leave her there and dart down the corridor, back to the main doorway, reloading as you do so.
>You hear heavy footfalls behind you.
>There's no more running.
>You bought yourself seconds at most.
>Just as you turn to open fire, you're splattered with blood and your ears ring as gunshots go off.
>One stream of bullets, then another, and another.
>Looks like three of them made it along with you.

>You join in, unloading another magazine into the thing, which stumbles back, crying out in agony.
>Reload while the others take over.
>It seems like an eternity passes, of nothing but the four of you pumping round after round into that horrible thing.
>You've done enough damage to cease it's movements, but the thing has yet to die.
>You can tell by it's wails of pain.
>One stops shooting to go bang on the door.
>Between magazines you take turns shouting for it to be opened, to let you guys out.
>Just as you load in your last magazine, it does, and you pause only to empty that too before sprinting out with the others.

>The doors hiss close.
>You made it.

>As soon as you feel the locks on the door bolt in place, you fall to your knees, letting your weapon fall to the ground.
>You lean forward and vomit.
>Holy shit.
>You were never going back in there with that thing.
>They could shoot you right now and it'd be preferable to that.
>The other D class guys seem to be in a similar state, dry heaving or staring blankly at the floor.

>The door on the other side of the room opens and guards quickly shuffle in to take you back to your cells.
>However, you aren't taken with the other three.
>You're pulled aside and brought into some researcher's office. An older woman with greying hair pulled into a sock bun sits at the desk and motions for you to sit in the chair in front of it.
>Must be the lady who threw you in there in the first place.
>She tells the guard to leave, her voice cold and commanding, and once he does the two of you are alone.
>She adjusts her glasses and looks at you with her hands folded on the desk.

>"I hope you realized you've made history today."

"Wut?"

>She reaches under the desk for a second, and you hear her flipping through some files before she sets one before you, opened to that thing's file. SCP-682.
>"Read it."

>Might as well. Let's see...
>Highly aggressive, able to kill with lightning speed, loves to taunt and toy with it's prey...
>Yep, sounded about right.
>Your eyes flow down to another section towards the bottom of the page which read as follows:

Addendum: A minimum of four healthy D-Class personnel from varying backgrounds are to be sent into SCP-682's containment chamber once monthly. During this time SCP-682 will procede to engage each target in the cell until it deems one suitable for mating, although given the constraints of genetics, it's reason for doing this is unclear. Usually the male is selected after combat has been initiated, likely so 682 can determine their strength and genetic viability.

It's been discovered after Experiment #[REDACTED] that this routine practice reduces the number of escape attempts. However, surviving D-Class who've undergone intercourse with SCP-682 are to be treated for immediate fractured bones and undergo mental health evaluation and treatment before returning to circulation.

>You have to read over it twice before you look up at the woman again.

"Wha-?"

>"You're the first 682 has tried to engage in intercourse with that has managed to escape. Though perhaps it was fortunate it got to you early, otherwise the others would not have been able to help you fight."

"So...basically the thing is unkillable and has an urge to rape human males it sees as viable, and-"

>"Kill all the rest and consume them, yes."

"Have you TRIED to kill it with things other than guns?"

>"Numerous times. In theory it's possible to kill, but unless we launch it directly into a black hole, no, nothing we have seems to work. We can only try to keep it away from the public."

"So....what now?"

>She pushed her glasses up a little, her eyes narrowing as she looked you over.
>"Going over your files, Anon, it looks like you weren't one of the typical inmates we take from Death row..."
>You gulp, feeling a little anxious as she continues.
>"Though it isn't unheard of a civilian being brought in when state inmate numbers are low. Would certainly not be the first time, and your records indicate that seems to be your situation."

>You raise and eyebrow as she removes her glasses.
>"In that case let me be the first to apologize for your being drug into this mess of an organization. Understand we need D-class for a variety of reasons."

"Cannon fodder?"

>"In a sense, yes. However, with cases like yours...promotion isn't unheard of either."

"Promotion?"

>Her pale blue eyes look into yours, expressionless.
>"Mr. Mous, we need someone like you in a less disposable position. You clearly have keen senses most of the D-class lack. That would prove incredibly useful for some of our research teams."

"Are you offering me a job, then?"

>"Yes. Low level, mind you, but it you wouldn't be cannon fodder."

>You pause, glancing at your bloodied jumpsuit.
>You don't even have to think about it.

"Alright, sign me up."

>"Please stand clear of door." Came the cool voice over the intercom.
>You waited for the door to 1471's cell to slide open.
>Thanks to your promotion, you'd managed to convince several Level 3's to allow you time daily to spend with Mal0.
>It honestly didn't take much convincing. They were beyond confused already why she wasn't fearful of you, yet whenever another researcher tried to make any sort of approach or physical contact she would enter a fearful state and would not cooperate at all.
>If they wanted to learn anything of her intelligence or behavior, they had to send you in anyways.

>The doors start to open, then with a loud metallic grinding slam back shut.
>The intercom goes static, and the lights flicker.
>What the hell?

>Suddenly there's a loud ringing in your ears and you feel the granite beneath you shake as the lights go out.
>For a moment you are shrouded in pitch darkness, then the emergency lights switch on.
>Softly in the distance you hear the soft rattling of gunfire, and the voice comes over the intercom.
>She sounds panicked, and her words make your blood run cold.
>"All containment units report to checkpoint four! 682 has breached containment, I repeat, 682 has breached containment!"

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
>You head as quick as you can to the control panel in the research room, hoping to find a way to get into Mal0's cell.
>But no matter what combinations you use, it's worthless. The doors have no power.

>A pair of booted footsteps comes from down the hall.
>It's Rick.
>His helmet is missing, looks like he was rushed out of bed from the alarm.
>"There you are!"

"How the hell did it get through that steel?!"

>"Don't ask me! We need to get you outfitted and secured as soon as possible!"

"What? Why me?!"

>"Who do you think it's coming for the second it gets the chance, smart one! If there's one thing we know, it holds grudges!"

>Oh shit.
>You were absolutely dead if it found you.
>God knows what that thing would do to you...

>You don't hesitate to follow Rick.
>Things are getting bad around the site.
>Aside from their locked doors most containment chambers have no one to guard them.
>The gunfire is louder now as every man who can be spared is put to work holding 682 back.
>Rick takes you to the armory to get you some firepower.
>P90.
>Glock 23
>Radio headset for communications.
>Riot chestplate and arm guards.
>And a fuckload of spare ammunition, pretty much at the absolute limit that still allows you to run.
>Despite being armed to the teeth, you didn't feel much safer.
>"We're going to move you with the other researchers over at checkpoint 1! Hopefully the thing won't get past checkpoint four. Let's go!"

>You follow him quickly as you can, gripping your P90 tightly.
>The sounds of gunfire and shouts keep getting louder no matter where you go. You figure that despite the attack it's receiving, it's advancing nonetheless.
>Eventually, you reach a checkpoint door.
>Rick swipes his keycard.
>It doesn't respond, and a second later the emergency lights dim.
>"Shit..."

"Can we not get through?"

>"Not this way. The only other way around is through the maintnence tunnels, but those are probably sealed off by now anyways..."

"We should at least check!"

>"No, we shouldn't. If you get cornered down there, that's it. Game over."

"Then what do we do?"

>"Try and get power to this fucking door."

"And how the hell do-"

>"We'll figure it out, smartass! Why don't you stop being such a pussy and fucking help me get to the control room?"

>Yeesh, that stung a little.
>You don't ask further questions, and follow him back out into the main halls.
>...fuck.
>The emergency lights have been shut off.
>You can barely see a thing.

>Rick flips the flashlight on his weapon on, sweeping it around the area.
>You're clear, for now at least.
>He holds a finger to his lip, and you keep quiet as you start moving.
>You notice now the gunfire has stopped, save for the occasional far off shot.
>As you turn a corner, he motions for you to stop.
>You can hear a faint buzz of electricity, and see some sparks coming from the wall.
>He shines his light on it.
>A circuit breaker panel has been torn from the wall.
>The wires that have fallen to the floor seem heavily corroded, and a sickly reddish-brown liquid coats the floor and wall around them.

"What the fuck..."

>"Damn thing is smart..." Rick growled quietly. "Using acid to corrode the wires...saves time so it can move on..."

>You're eyes widen slightly.

"So it's toying with us..."

>Rick doesn't respond.
>His eyes are fixated on you.
>After a second your blood starts to chill.

"Rick...why are you ooohkay..."

>You put your hands up as he raises his rifle and trains it on your face, that look not leaving his face.

"R-Rick, easy man...I-I don't know what I did, b-but.."

>"Anon?" He growls out, finger resting on the trigger.
>Your voice catches in your throat, your heart is racing.
>"Drop."

>You feel the hair on your neck raise as you detect something move behind you.
>You instantly hit the deck, going prone.
>Rick opens fire.
>But he doesn't get through half the magazine before the thing tackles him.
>You get up and, panic taking over your mind, run.
>You can hear the sound of his ribcage being torn open as you flee, his cries of agony that turn to gargles, and the vicious snarling of 682.
>Your brain is full of white noise, and you sprint for what feels like forever before you collapse against a wall, panting hard, gun resting in your lap.
>Shit.
>You were alone, and she was hunting you.
>So this was how you were gonna go out...

>You look down at your gun and sigh, wiping the sweat from your brow.
>You stand.
>You were not going to go out like this.
>Even if you have to put a bullet in your head, you will not give her the satisfaction.
>With that encouraging thought, you walk on.

>These containment sites are huge, spread out like a fucking labyrinth. It's difficult to track your way back from memory.
>But you know where you're going for the most part.
>Mal0.

>The emergency lights come back on in the area you're in, and it looks like the main bulbs are beginning to flicker as well.
>Hopefully power would be restored soon, but whoever was working on it better hurry their ass up.
>Each corner you make, you lead with your weapon.
>You scan until it's clear, then continue.
>By the time you reach Mal0's cell, the florescent bulbs are humming but have yet to light up.
>You enter the little control room and throw the door's switch into the on position.
>When the power came back, it would open.
>You just had to wait and hope you'd lost 682.
>So there you sat, back against the door of Mal0's cell, eyes on the entrance to the hallway, gun trained in that direction.
>And you waited.

>For the next few minutes the power fluctuates, but never comes back on.
>However, things stay quiet.
>You start to think maybe 682 gave up.

>Something moves down the hall.
>You gulp when you hear the hissing, and raise your weapon.
>You can make out 682's shape in the dim lighting.
>She spots you.
>Fucking grins.
>And rushes.

>Just before you can open fire, the sudden brightness of the main lights coming back on blinds both of you, making you both stop where you are.
>The door suddenly hisses open.
>682 locks eyes with you, lets out a throaty growl, and tail flicking behind her like a predator, creeps closer while you slowly back into the cell.

>The cell is dark, but you soon feel your back press against the far wall. There was nowhere to run from here.
>You hear something else move, you know it's Mal0, but you don't take your eyes off 682.
>You raise your P90 level with her face, but that only gets a soft, hissing laugh from 682.
>"And what do you think that's going to do, sweetheart?" She hissed out.

"Tear your face to shreds like last time."

>682's playful, predatory hissing is replaced by an agitated snarl.
>"You don't have those other meatbags to save you now," she growled, tail flicking behind her.
>You could see her eyes glow and claws glint in the dim light.
>But you could also make out Mal0's form inching around to your right.
>You had to keep 682 distracted if you wanted any hope of getting out of this alive.

"If all it took was a few blows to put you down, I don't think I'm gonna need them."

>Her red eyes widen in anger and she crouches down while your finger twitches on the trigger.
>You heart is racing a million miles an hour, sweat forming on your brow.

"No retort? Figures from such a pathe-"

>She attacks.
>You fire.
>You expect to feel her tear into you but that sensation never comes.
>Instead 682 lets out a loud, rage filled cry.
>You look up.

>Holy shit.
>Mal0 has her teeth sunk into 682's neck, claws tearing into her sides, and 682 can't seem to shake her off.

>You can only watch in absolute amazement as Mal0 tears a solid piece of flesh right out of 682's neck.
>However, the pain causes makes 682 thrash violently, and Mal0 is thrown off.
>She's on her feet immediately, thankfully not hurt by the impact.
>That's your girl.

>682 lets out a mix between a growl and a hiss, the wound Mal0 left steaming and sizzling while it regenerates.
>You quickly raise your gun the second 682 locks eyes with you.
>"Of course you need the mutt to protect you, human," she growls.
>But in that anger, you can detect a hint of uncertainty.
>682 clearly didn't expect this.
>You smirk, and pull the trigger.
>But instead of gunfire, all you get is a soft "Click."

>Damnit! Of all the times to jam, why now!?
>682 glances at your weapon, then at Mal0, then back at you.
>An uneasy silence fills the room.
>Then she grins and lets out a chilling laugh.
>"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart~" She hissed. "It would have only prolonged your death anyway."
>Your eyes go wide as she steps towards you, your body frozen like a deer in the headlights.
>Mal0 makes a move to attack again but you beat her too it.
>With all the strength you can muster you hurl the weapon at her with a cry full of frustration and anger.
>...

>You miss.
>You fucking miss.
>The gun hits the concrete with a rattle, and silence once again fills the room while 682 cocks an eyebrow, looking at you, then back at the weapon on the floor behind her.

>Her jaw hangs open a little bit, as if she's trying to comprehend this new level of stupid you've just displayed.
>Honestly at that point she was justified in wanting to kill you.
>It seemed humanity's gene pool needed a little natural selection.
>But thankfully the moment's confusion your autism brought upon her was enough time for your sweaty hands to fumble with and draw your Glock.

>682 let out an annoyed snort.
>"You really think that's gonna help?"
>You gulp, but don't respond.
>The two of you lock eyes, and Mal0 lets out a low growl as she starts slinking towards the both of you.
>The second 682 glanced at her, you took the chance.
>You put four rounds in her skull, two of them managing to blow out her eyes.
>682's voice was drowned out by a shriek of agony as she grabbed at her face.
>It was now or never. You knew you couldn't finish her off, neither of you could.
>So you rushed over to Mal0, took her hand, and the both of you took off from the cell, deeper into the facility.

>You ran. And ran. And ran.
>Making turns every way possible, sealing doors behind you.
>Hoping to keep away from that thing, to lose it in this maze of a facility.
>Eventually, Mal0's tugging on your arm gets you to slow and stop.
>Panting hard, you lean against the wall for support until you catch your breath.
>Then once you've mustered the strength, you look at Mal0.
>Her ears are pressed back and she lets out a little whine.
>Once you stand straight again, she hugs you.
>"STup-iD..." she whines, burying her face into your shoulder.

>You hug her tightly, feeling her shake a little as she looks up at you.
>"D-dOn't d0 th-At A-gaiN..."
>You kiss her forehead and feel her nuzzle into you softly.

"I'll be more careful, okay? Lets just be glad we lost that thing."

>She nods against your chest, and you hold her there in silence before she pulls away.
>As you let go of her, a voice calls your name from around the corner.
>"Anon?"

>You raise an eyebrow. Shit, that sounded like Neil. You look around but don't see him anywhere.

"Neil? Where are you?"

>"Anon?" The voice calls again.
>You go to speak but suddenly Mal0 clamps her hand over your mouth and shakes her head quickly.
>You feel your heart start to pound as she pulls you into a side room, the door of which had been torn from the wall.
>"Anon? Rick?"

>Something was moving down the hall.
>You knew then it wasn't Neil.
>You could hear it's claws dragging on the tile floor as it came closer.
>Mal0's arms held you tight while the two of you pressed closely to the wall in the small room, hoping whatever the thing was, it wouldn't look in there.
>From the open doorway, you saw it slide past like some sort of mutant bloodied lizard.
>Teeth like needles, skin a bright, sickly red color, dragging it's feet across the floor.
>It stopped just before going out of sight, eyeless head turning slowly around the room.
>"Is someone there? Anon? Rick?" The thing was mimicking Neil's voice perfectly.

>Suddenly there comes another voice, female.
>"Neil...I don't think that's..."

>Oh god you want to vomit.
>Both of them were dead and you were probably going to die too.
>You grip your pistol tightly while Mal0 keep a hand over your mouth, her ears pressed back.
>After a moment it moves on, as does its hunting partner.
>Good God, the hell were those things? You hadnt seen them here before as a Class- D, and you saw a lot of shit.
>Eventually you relaxed, but only when Mal0 started talking again.
>"G0ne...st-aT Qu-iEtt..."

>You nod, and slowly leave the little side room.
>Fuck, the things left bloodied footprints in their wake.
>Just..just how many things had gotten out?
>There was 682, those red things...
>And there were dozens of Euclid-Keter level items on site...

>"An-0n..."
>Mal0's voice snaps you back to reality.
> She looks up at you, and licks your cheek.
>That made you feel a little better.
>Wordlessly you move on.

>Your nerves begin to calm down after a while of no more run ins with other SCPs.
>You open another door to see Checkpoint 4.
>The thing has been torn to pieces, busted right through.
>About a dozen bodies lay strewn around, all guards, and bullet casings cover the floor.
>You knew this was where 682 had been housed, in this segment of the site.
>But there could be a way out as well.
>And it's not like 682 would anticipate you come here of all places...

>You look around on the ground and pick up the nearest rifle you can find.
>End up removing the ammo vest from one of the guards. He won't be needing it anyways.
>You replace your riot chest piece with that and begin walking, Mal0 sticking close by you.
>It feels good, having someone with such keen senses watching your back.

>The lighting had not been restored to this section, but thankfully the gun you scrounged up had a flashlight on it.
>You were careful with each room, each corridor.
>And as you approached the next one, you saw you would need a key card.
>Easy enough, you had one, even if low level.
>You dug around for it, but Mal0 grabbed your wrist.
>You looked at her, eyebrow raised as she shook her head.

"What?"

>"Li-StEN..."

>You listened closely, silence falling upon both of you until something behind it moved.
>The hell?
>Sounded like stone being drug along concrete...

>"G0 B-Ack..?"

"Mal0, this may be our only shot at getting out of here...we should keep going."

>She shook her head again, ears pressed back as she hugged onto your arm.

"Mal0..."

>She looked up to you and gave a little sigh, still hugging onto your arm, and after a moment gave a little nod.
>You swipe the card.
>The door beeps and slides open.

>And you just about shit your pants.

>You'd had only a single run in with 173 when you were a D-Class
>So thankfully you knew not to flinch.
>Mal0 let out a low growl when she saw the thing standing not two feet in front of you, blocking your way.
>You had to get around this thing.
>Somehow.

"Mal0....keep your eyes on it, okay?"

>She nodded slowly, and you ducked under one of it's arm, scooting around it until you were behind it and raising your rifle.

"Okay, come around now."

>As she did so you kept your eyes wide open, so as to not let the thing move.
>Once she was next to you the two of you backed away slowly to the next door, Mal0 keeping her eyes on it until it shut behind you.

>You breathed a sigh of relief until the door hissed back open again and you froze, staring wide eyed at the thing.
>Great, it was following you.

>Mal0 snarls at the thing, and you slowly start stepping back towards the next door with her, keeping your rifle raised.
>You had to ward this thing off somehow.
>But it was stone when you were looking at it, you couldn't wound it like this.
>But maybe...

"Mal0...I need you to do something for me."

>She didn't look away from 173, but you could see her nod in the corner of your vision as your back pressed against the next door.

"I need you to look away. Right now."

>She smacks your side in protest, not taking her eyes off the statue.

"Mal0. Now."

>She whines, but hesitantly obeys, looking down at the floor.
>It's still at the other end of the hall.
>You can do this.

>Resting your finger on the trigger, you take one last deep breath, line up your sights with it's bulbous head, and try to make yourself relax.
>You close your eyes.
>And you fire

>You're not met with the agony of your neck snapping, but with a shrill, high pitched screeching noise.
>It made nails on a chalkboard sound like a soothing melody.
>Your eyes shot open as you heard metal tear.
>173 was gone, a sickly blue liquid coating the ground where it stood.
>The roof's ventilation shaft had it's cover torn off. It must have gone through there.
>Holy shit.
>You can't believe that worked.

>You quickly grab Mal0's hand and enter the next room, sealing the door shut behind you.
>Looking around, you see it's an access tunnel of some sort.
>It splits in four direction down the middle to other rooms.
>Fucking hell, why did they have to make this place such a maze.
>You decide to go right.
>It opens to another corridor, but these look like researchers offices.
>Something useful might be in one of these. At the least a better key card.
>You start to search around after making sure the coast was clear.
>Mal0 ended up finding a handheld radio.
>Perfect! You could hopefully get some information.
>Kneeling down, you turn the thing on and tune until you find an active frequency, and listen.

>The voice you hear seems to be someone in the middle of a conversation with another listener.

"How many survivors do you estimate are still in the facility?"

>Another voice comes on, younger, and a little more panicked. "W-we don't know, sir. Maybe about fifty?"

"Out of a total of 200?"

>"Yes, e-excluding D-Class."

"Damnit...how many have escaped containment? Do you have a rough estimate?"

>"Almost all of the keter-class have escaped, along with several Euclid and a few safe class items."

"Which Keter's do you KNOW have escaped."

>"Um...106 and 939 have been observed...among Euclids we know 173 and 049 have breached containment as well..."

"What about 682?"

>"E-escaped, sir. We...we have no idea where in the facility she is."

"But you know she hasn't escaped the site?"

>"Yes sir."

"Good, keep it that way. Send in the MTF's to help secure containment, and get some damn artillery for when 682 is recaptured."

>The other voice responds but the signal drops out and you can't hear what his response is.
>Well shit. God knows what else was wandering through this facility.
>You could only hope you'd find a way out soon.

>You stand slowly, and Mal0 gives you a reassuring hug.
>Damn it was a good thing you took her with you. You'd probably have just killed yourself otherwise.
>Once she feels you've calmed a little, she lets you go.
>You get back to searching the offices.
>You end up being able to snag a Level 3 card off an unfortunate Doctor's body and find a few spare batteries for your radio, but that's about it.
>You continue through the site with Mal0, but then stop just outside a section with Glass.
>You can see two other guards behind it.
>Motioning for Mal0 to hide, you try to wave through the glass to get their attention, seeing as there's no door to pass through on this side.
>They don't seem to notice, and you soon see why, what they're both trying to avoid looking at desperately.
>There's some sort of emaciated humanoid creature sitting there in the center of the room with it's back turned to you, surrounded by blood and scraps of tissue.
>It sounds like it's murmuring softly, and the guards can't seem to get the door to open, leaving them trapped in there with the thing.

>You duck down when it starts to move. Whatever that thing is, if the other's won't look at it, you sure as hell aren't.
>Fuck...you can't just leave them there.
>But...

>You gulp, and motion for Mal0 to stay down while you glance over the edge.
>One of the guards notices you, and his eyes widen.
>You wave a hand at him and he points to the door, then to the thing.
>You go to hold up your radio, but unfortunately the other guard steals a glance at the thing...

>It stops mumbling.
>And begins to scream.