I've actually never submitted a prompt this early LMAO

Word has spread across Poltera that there’s a recruitment for beta testers involving the development of a new game. SBVR game dev, Yorha, has been developing this game in secret for the past 6 months… 

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An invention amidst the world's chaos imitated an embryo of man. Its fur showed a white hue under the moon’s light. It was cascading down into a dark color towards its feet. Small tubing is laid amongst the body’s small frame. When touched, it bounces, as if happy to finally have been noticed. The liquid flowing throughout shows a silvery white. A long, protruding horn cut through the air in a silent slice, threatening to strike those who grew too close. 

The eyes awoke to dim, blue-colored walls. Figures clad in white surrounded its vision; pinching and pulling the invention in every which way. Colored wires dance along the area, trailing toward squares with bright lights. Fierce clicks fill the air, growing in intensity. A soft, white cloud followed every breath that escaped the frail body. A numbing feeling crept down to the lightened fingertips. Heavy, they moved at a turtle’s pace; gently brushing against a smooth, soft sheet. The body stiffened, breathing hitched. Relaxing as the sensation became unrelenting. 

Fastened by rough, thick straps restrained the arms, neck, and legs to the cold, smooth sheets. Only small movements of the fingertips could be made, grasping at the cloth - bunching it into small spheres. 

The beeping of a machination unfamiliar mocked the creature. Screeches could be heard as a figure dragged it closer to the figure. It towered over its presence, casting a dark hue unto its body. 

Tightened in the chest, the creature blew more clouds of white into the air. Suckles of air, only to be mimicked by the machine. 

“Beep” Another cloud.

“Beep” Another.

“Beep”

The creature scrunched its face. Unable to cast away the sound. Its chest tightened, body clawing into laid-out sheets. The body creaked as it started to curve, becoming an overwhelming, sharp pain that was never-ending. Trailing down the back as the wires trailed the walls, the creature exhaled more sharp breaths. 

Rough, jagged lines aligned the creature’s wrists, dancing on its skin, and parting its fur like water. 

“Beep, beep, beep”

Cold, shimmering liquid started to coat the room in white. Everything was becoming blurred. Yet, the beeping did not cease, it only grew louder. 

Rapid clouds left as quickly as they came with each harrowing breath. They briefly halted as a warm sensation firmly pressed against the being’s core. Forcing the back to once again align against the cold, white sheet, the creature could struggle no longer. The beeping was overtaken by shouts. 

The warmth pressed deeper, meeting a hard surface. What once blurred the creature’s vision now streamed down its face, it reflected the figures in white, the wiring on the walls, the towering machine, and a dimly lit blue. 

Unable to find the source of this light, the figure could only watch as it faded out of existence, embedding itself into its white fur. 

The white hairs danced with mysterious, sudden, black splotches until the entire area was covered in darkness. All the sounds echoing throughout the room suddenly diminished.

Gentle, cold touches met the creature’s body. Smooth yet wet, they came in teams of 2 or 3 at a time in a continuous movement. 

Eyes open once again to a deep darkness. Water drops echoed throughout the area. Faint glows of blue cast upon the gray fur. They danced across the ceiling, showing bushes of turquoise that invaded small cracks. It wasn’t long before the figure reached to touch them. The former rough straps parted past the body like water, fingers giving into the blue light. 

Soft and squishy, the lights moved as the creature touched them. Yet they revealed the once turquoise puffs to be a dark green; soft yet dense, gave way to wet droplets onto the creature’s face. Jutting out its tongue, they left small, darkened marks on its white taste buds. 

Wobbly and stiff, the figure once again clutched the sheet underneath it, slowly sliding off the table it once laid upon. Only a small feeling of cold, yet rough, surpassed the numbness of the feet laid barren to the floor. 

Small pebbles, firm white pieces, covered the ground. An itchy feeling trailed through the body, echoing a loud sound. Its nose blew out small dew bubbles of its own as they became a part of the floor. Old meeting new.

Pressing itself against a nearby wall, the body dragged across flimsy, rubbery cylinders until it fell through a large gap—another soft, yet firm touch. White dots flew around as the body collapsed onto the surface. 

Slowly stabilizing itself, the creature’s vision darted to where it fell. The gap was rectangular, metal hinges revealed the blue lights slowly returning to their former positions. Squinting, its eyes focus on the faded blue lights, small glow-worms, hung from the ceiling. They curl to their footing back from the sudden quake. 

They shine like stars in the night sky. 

A cold wind gently billows amidst the darkness of the hall, straying further from the light of the stars. 

Dragging itself up, hands glide against the nearest wall, the figure slowly trekking into the depths of the quiet hallway. The dim, luminescent glow of its horn guides the way. 

A cold, smooth feel flows underneath its fingertips. A reminiscent feeling, fleeting as the fingers dipped into sharp, ragged edges. 

Silver white clawing embedded into its fur. A soft clink can be heard by those within a foot radius. The dark grumbles in low tones as the being grows closer to the source. Though as dark as the night, the creature’s tail begins to stand on edge. The dim lighting of its glowing tubes highlights the ends; fur as sharp as needles creeping along the edges.

Approaching, a sharp prick embeds the fur, followed by more of its kind covering a section of the west end. Hissing, the creature drags itself to the opposite end of the wall, where grooves of a rotten door danced in messy spirals. It peeks an eye through a small hole, unable to perceive what secrets the door is hiding. Just as it was about to open the suspicious door, a white light shined aside a small gap northward. 

The light danced on the eyes of the creature. It shimmered. As if moving on their own, a sense of static echoed through the body as the creature realized it was in front of the light. With a small creak, the legs bent downward, shaking, its hand reaches out. 

The light played hide and seek in the creature’s fur. As it moved its hand, the light would shine once more, only to hide once more. The creature kept its hand out, waiting for the light to come out on its own. White clouds of smoke would pass every time its chest puffed - holding its breath as it waited. Gentle howling echoed throughout the hall once more as the creature remained still. It bore its gaze deep into the crack that separated the light.

Could it fit itself through somehow? Where is the light hiding? Its mind swirled with questions. Scrunching its brow, it drew its other hand. A resounding thud could be heard as a liquid trickled past the creature’s lips. The creature’s sharp fangs bit hard onto its bottom lip. Tongue jutting out to catch it, tasting like iron. Opening its palm like a flower, the hand revealed the absence of nothing…. nothing… nothing… 

The light was taunting it. Laughing that the creature could not catch something so simple. The only thing to shine in the dark, so far out of reach despite it looking so close. 

Dust blew and flew around, they laughed too. Swirling around the empty hand, they made wavy lines that could be cut with a simple breath. Swatting and swatting, the hands couldn’t get rid of them, the light danced along with the dust in a sea of mockery. 

The creature’s movements slowed, exhaling sharp breaths. That shimmering liquid that once danced across its face so long ago came to greet the creature like an old friend. It reflected the mocking light and sparkles of dust. The air felt crisp, like a cold winter’s night; billowing in and out of the creature’s nose. It gripped at the floor underneath it, scratchy and rough. 

With the heart starting to calm, the creature once again approached the light… this time, as if magical, the light moved with the creature. It showed it the sharp grooves of metal, where if it was looked at from afar, they were each in a similar diagonal alignment. Claw marks… the creature wasn’t the only being to exist in these halls.

Holding its breath, the creature squeezed through the gap of the warped metal. Light followed suit on each side. Maybe the light was trapped too, waiting for the day it could rejoin the sky. 

Past the hole, the creature stood, dusting itself off. Turning around, the light was gone. 

It was equally dark as before, the creature trod once more to the nearest wall; hand outstretched, it felt something cold. Glittering veins of gold trailed across the walls. Curious, the hand glided against a trail, following absentmindedly. They went high and low, shining as a response to the dim light of the creature’s horn. 

The trail grew thinner and thinner as the creature followed, eventually becoming unnoticeable. The glowing horn clunked against a wooden hollow. The creature’s hands traced its edges, feeling a cold, rounded object towards the center. Upon turning it, the wood creaked and dragged against the floor. Small orange flames lit up a small room.

With a small breath, it peeked inside. Wires, metal scraps, papers, and rubble scattered across the floor. Darkened fur brushed against the piles of scrap, taking long, tactical strides to avoid making sudden sounds. Candlelight beckoned the creature over, its wax dripping onto a wooden surface. It created a small circle of warmth on its hand, flames kissing the furred fingertips. 

They trailed up the creature’s hand at a fast pace, orange roaring up their arms. Smoke followed as the creature was pricked a thousand times over. It fearfully hit its arm to smother the fire, where bits of metal sheen were left behind. The pain stung as that same hand gripped the wax candle, throwing it across the room into a dark corner. 

The light never came back.

As though a gift, the flash of light from the fire’s dying wish revealed a tower of boxes. They stood tall against the creature, unmoving. Putting an ear against it, the boxes echoed an empty song when the creature knocked. Its foot pierced the air and crashed against the tower, sending it crumbling into the abyss below. They creaked and cracked, pieces flying every which way, echoing an injured song as they hit the floor. 

Walking past it, the creature sighed, laying against a nearby wall for guidance once more. Cold puffs of white clouds appeared each time it took a breath. Its tail lazily dragged across the ground till the floor below it fell through. It curled as close to the creature as it could while the floor beneath it crashed. Only faintly did the sound echo into the creature’s ears. 

Its fur stood tall as the creature dipped its head into the newly formed hole. Tall, metallic spikes gleamed a smile at the bottom, the wreckage unable to be seen. The creature held its breath as it hugged the wall for dear life, hoping the floor underneath it didn’t crumble as it did before. It could only hear the sharp breaths coming from its mouth as its paws tapped against the surface, knowing any step could be its last.

Time stood still as the creature crept, eventually stepping on a familiar rough texture. Quickly, it leaps to reach that feeling, letting out a loud sigh of relief. 

Blue light is shown against the walls, illuminating the corridor. Runes of unknown origins were scrawled across the surface, leading to a wooden door. It opened at the slightest touch as the dim light bled into the room, showing its contents. A lone chest sat at the back wall, taunting the creature. Resounding whispers could be heard, speaking about the grant of new life, wealth, and freedom. They spoke of the blue light, the giant circle in the sky. In a trance-like state, the creature opened the chest…

Dragging its hand against the inside, it landed upon a small box. Opening it, a silver key shined in the dim light. The metal twisted and turned like vines, as if it were alive. Perplexed, the creature kept it in a tight grip, exiting the room.

The runes dispersed, and in its place, a metal door. Hesitantly, the creature turned the knob, the door not budging an inch. Beneath it, a small hole opened its mouth, it was decorated similarly to the creature’s key. Upon shoving the key into the mouth, the door opened with a small click. 

Pushing the door open, the creature continued onward… 

More runes appeared on the nearby walls, covered by a solid, white substance. Tracing it under its fingers, it was smooth and cold. It smelled sweet. Jutting out its tongue, the creature licked it, tasting nothing. Then, sharp fangs pierced the wall, tearing it off into the creature’s mouth. It gently crumbled to pieces, the hint of sweetness hitting the throat as it slid down the creature’s esophagus. 

The sound of more pieces being broken off trailed throughout the room, along with the small swishes of the creature’s tail. With a deep gasp, it ate its fill, its body feeling heavier than before. 

Following the runes lay another door. A crack in its ceiling allowed for better lighting. Spirals danced all over as a drift of salty wind tickled the creature’s nose. Freedom never felt so close. Its heart started to race, mind running with thoughts of how it’d find the source of the blue light, how it would feel, how it would taste. It thought about the voices of its past, the pressure in its chest, the beeps of the machine. Where did they all go? The room felt more spacious than before, more hollow. The thoughts kept spinning and spinning as its body wobbled on. 

Faint figures would appear within its sight- eyes along the walls, faces carved into stone, dark, shadowy hands poking and prodding the creature’s belly. Each step felt more dreadful than the last, hand clutching its head, the creature wandered. Moans echoed in the darkness in a sea of cacophony, it wouldn’t be long before the creature would succumb to the voices.

Its vision began to darken, hands trailed at its sides like weights. The tail was a second body, dragged against the floor. Its legs grew numb, sinking into the floor. Giving in, the creature crashed onto the floor.

Blue light greeted its vision once more before being swallowed up in the darkness…

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One can’t help but be reminded of a certain werebob of similar origins…

All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

                                                                -   SBVR