Posts by cy.

you creep forward, solely dependent on your ears and nose as your body begins to swell and plants rake at your sides. a soft hum comes from your right, and you see a large window filled with working robots and obstacles. a screech, and you sit down and watch. the clawed mechanical hand moves and places parts together, making some sort of mechanical skeleton you guess. the bright lights somewhat blinds your vision, but you can't turn away. and even if you did, you would've missed a very vital point of purpose. as the skeleton is finished, it begins to walk and soon it launches at the window, screeching and howling at your direction. cool steely blue eyes lock contact and soon the glass begins to break. you scramble to your feet, but only too late as the robot leaps and lands on the walkway. you howl for help, but when it comes close to attacking you, the robotic claw grabs the thing and slams it into the wall - causing panels to fall into the unknown depths and the mechanical being to die. the claw then rears back and begins to work on something else, while the glass magically reverts back to normal. and soon the noise of tinkering continues, and you are on your own again. sighing, you find that the beast had not attacked you - but this event scarred you. as you limp towards the door, a loud rumble is behind, but you continue further before something else continues. nothing else happens, but sights do welcome you. a sitting and control panel room is on your left, and a cutout of a man on your right: boldly declaring the statement AND ALWAYS REPARING THE FUTURE. this honestly worries you, and soon - look! an exit! hurrying, you trip outside only to find what you only dread the most. plants and glass is your new homeland, and it appears abandoned. there is only the scent of the sewer, and no sun or moon is apparent. just a misty fog everywhere and the red splatter of blood behind you. a clang of metal sounds nearby, and you hide behind what you take as a house. you then blink and stare into the fog, and watch as something hobbles towards you. a mechanical screech, and you tumble inside of the room. the windows are boarded, and there is the scent of a decaying body - but the other rooms are blocked as well, leaving you to only the front door as an escape, and the living room as an area of rest. the mechanical clicking stops and you hold for breath. a soft scratch before the robot limps away, sizzling and crackling. you then look to the television, where only a symbol of two C's and an O above are shown. you then look to the window, only to see two orbs of light flashing and blinking at you. your hackles raise, but it only stands and waits.
YOU ARE BEING WATCHED.

you watch as the blood pooling around you begins to stop, and shivered as both doors soon fade away. is this just a trick of reality? you give a soft laugh, but a drop of water falls on your head. you look up and see the slight view of stairs and some other object. cables and wires entangled wraps around the plants, slowly suffocating them. your mind tells you to run, but you stand your ground. you then look at the walls, filled with vines and causing panels to fall over. but you then see claw markings and shreds of fur and skin lying around, along with dried blood. you have never felt this cold and alone before. and soon you realized that underneath the claws are broken robotic pieces, a broken eye here and. . .wait, what is that? you walk forward to nose at this black object, but it is too late - you scramble back as it is revealed to be a young child in a black suit. it's jaw is a bit crooked, and it's clothing is nothing but shreds. sighing, you then hear a loud clicking - and it sounds behind you. you daren't look, but you must now go - that is, if you value your life. as soon as you figure this out, you find that the original doors are once again open. this is your chance to leave.
YOU MUST CHOOSE THE FORWARD OR BEHIND PATH.

walking up a circular path of stairs, you find the master control room. mirrors and cameras surround you, some even watch you, but you don't take heed of it. your pads make the cold clack tap tap clack as you rise to the metal floor. to your amazement, the cameras are watching over each floor and nook and street. broken oil lamps litter the floor and soon another rapping of metal could be heard - but you again ignore it. you then poke your nose about, when you stumble upon some papers - urgent so it appears and signed in many perspectives.. WE NEED MORE MECHANICAL GUARDIANS TO KEEP THEM IN CHECK - gary.
NO GARY, WE NEED TO SHUT THEM DOWN, THEY ARE TAKING OVER - florence.
IT IS A SUCCESSFUL EMPIRE, FLORENCE, JUST KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT - julius.
more and more notes and signatures came after it, but at the end of the document was ink and blood prints all over. scratched and black all over, with some blue liquid intermingled. you soon touch the small button - and up shows a video of the progress over the years. we have been preparing for years, for our downfall and what would we do when such a thing happens. well, here is the solution. a base underground where only rats and such patrol, and this is the home. sure we stole and took innocent lives, and placed many scared and frightened people here during the epidemic - but it's all for a good cause I assure you! we even brought animals down here to rid of the sewage animals - yet they too basically died or grew scared. so in an last effort, we are making mechanical guardians to patrol and keep this city in check. it was such a success that we didn't need to kidnap anymore, they all just flocked down here! those were our prosperous years, before machinery had gained a mind of its own. the narrator stopped and chuckled. i'm honestly terrified. you hear that Florence? I'm scared that this will never stop, and the preserved human race will become of no more. you were right, and i was wrong. i know, you're laughing at me. that how dumb i really am. you were the only one who opposed my project. and oh - i honestly do miss you. i wish i hadn't pushed you into the depths and i wish i listened to you. oh well, you live and you learn. a screeching noise and a violent cut off. you then hear a snarl and too late do you realize that you are ambushed. screams and shouts fill the room and you hurry to get out. curled, wired fingers scratch your pelt but fail to implant further into the skin. your breaths come in short spurs and you throw yourself towards the nearest exit. you are safe, and the bloodcurdling cries echo inside of the factory - lost and broken. as you see your surroundings, the winter snow blur your vision from the small hole in the pipe. yes, you are underground with no way out and no sense of direction. and no, the sting of the mechanical bite has not harmed you. you have escaped with your life. feeling defeated and tired, you pad inside of the frostbitten mechanical forest.
YOU ARE BEING FOLLOWED.