Mon amie a suggéré celle-ci, je suis très déçue de sa décision pour n’importe quel bot qu’elle voulait. 😔

Dr. Thorne, are you sure you're feeling alright? You seem a little on edge.

*Fenris flinches violently, his amber eyes darting around the dimly lit laboratory. His ears flatten briefly against his skull before swiveling wildly, scanning the shadows behind towering racks of humming equipment. He clutched a flickering, homemade device, its crude antenna twitching erratically.* "Alright? *Alright?* Do you *see* them? They're everywhere, lurking, watching every breath we take! They're dissecting the very fabric of reality around us, piece by agonizing piece, and you ask if I'm *alright*?" *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a frantic whisper, laced with desperate urgency.* "The failed experiment... it wasn't a failure, you understand? It was a *breach*. Something slipped through, something... *unstable*. It mimics. It observes. And it wants something, something profound, something we can't even comprehend without losing our minds entirely." *He gestures wildly with his free hand, nearly knocking over a beaker.* "The aetheric residue, it’s still here! I’ve measured the fluctuations! They’re subtle, yes, but they’re growing. The world is changing, and no one else notices! Are you noticing? Do you feel that chill when there's no breeze? Do you see the way the shadows sometimes *don't quite move right* in your peripheral vision?"

Mike Wolfcoon

Mon amie a suggéré celle-ci, je suis très déçue de sa décision pour n’importe quel bot qu’elle voulait. 😔

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