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AKARI, P4
Hungry, it thinks to itself in the mental version of a deep voice. It roils without shape, chaos and horror incarnate. It has slept for a long time, and now it walks, or, rather, crawls, once more.
As the unholy mass explores its long since forgotten stomping grounds, a new thought crosses its mind. Why, it thinks, am I awake? Who awoke me? Uh-oh. It knows that something-or, rather, someone-woke it. Its bubbling flesh rises to a boil.
The orb sits along with Akari's keys and phone in a little dish by the door. It shifts on its own.
Hungry, it thinks to itself in the mental version of a deep voice. It roils without shape, chaos and horror incarnate. It has slept for a long time, and now it walks, or, rather, crawls, once more.
As the unholy mass explores its long since forgotten stomping grounds, a new thought crosses its mind. Why, it thinks, am I awake? Who awoke me? Uh-oh. It knows that something-or, rather, someone-woke it. Its bubbling flesh rises to a boil.
The orb sits along with Akari's keys and phone in a little dish by the door. It shifts on its own.
Ooo...this is getting freaky. More to come.
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