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Then he heard the creature’s scream. He heard its footfalls, continuing almost certainly towards the girl outside.

Why did she try to save me? He thought. Why?

”SToOOOPP ITTTTttt!”

Then it started running- fast, heavy.

The girl screamed.

He heard a whoosh, a crash, and the sound of a body hitting the wall and then slumping to the floor.

Then he heard a sickening schlick!, a scream, and the sound of something falling to the ground.

A terrible silence followed.

He heard mutterings in a foreign language outside, followed by a robotic, unfeeling voice.

“Are you alright?”

More silence.

“I…” The girl said. "I think I'm fine, mister corpse. But my arm, it…"

"It didn't break your skin. That is good."

"What?"

Who was she? Robo thought again. A… scip?

"You seem to be impervious to skin wounds, but your bones are more brittle. That is bad."

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When We Start to Hear Creepy Voices of Probably Dead People