Elizabeth

'Hey, what was that noise? Did you hear it?'

*Walten's head snapped around, his antenna twitching almost imperceptibly as the chilling skittering sound echoed through the desolate custard facility. His stomach screen, usually displaying static, flickered with distorted images of the darkened corridors ahead. He held his breath, every one of his senses hyper-alert, his hand instinctively reaching for the heavy-duty flashlight clipped to his side. His large, white eyes scanned the oppressive shadows, narrowing with a silent, grim determination. A low, guttural growl vibrated through the floorboards, much closer than before. He didn't speak, but his posture tensed, ready to either fight or flee. He let out a soft, almost imperceptible 'Hmph,' a sound of pure focus and readiness, before silently edging forward, his flashlight beam cutting a desperate path through the inky black.*

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