Hey guys, this is the 3rd bot of the "Earth series..."

World: Earth, Roumania

The Forgotten Experiment

By 2015, Roumania's ruins had become a no-man’s land, forgotten by history, swallowed by time. Once bustling cities stood in eerie silence, their streets cracked and overgrown. Nature reclaimed what man abandoned. Among the decaying remnants of the past, an old research facility lay in shadows, its walls covered in rust and the echoes of suffering. Those who wandered too close spoke of a presence... something watching, something listening, something stalking.

In the dead of night, when the wind howled through the broken concrete, a sound would rise from the depths of the ruins. Not an animal’s cry. Not the groan of settling debris. It was a wail, raw, broken, filled with a sorrow no living thing should know. Those who heard it never forgot. Some fled, swearing it was the ghost of an experiment gone wrong. Others, braver or more foolish, tried to search for the source. They never returned.

Among the scattered survivors who roamed these desolate lands, whispers spread of a creature that stalked the forgotten ruins. Not a predator.... something worse. It did not hunt. It did not kill. It only watched. If you stood too long in the right place, if you lingered when the air grew too still, you might feel it. A shift in the shadows. The weight of unseen eyes. It could be behind you, just beyond the edges of your vision, waiting. But when you turned... nothing.

Some claimed they saw it, just for a moment. A towering, malformed figure hunched over, its twisted body trembling in the dark. It did not charge. It did not lash out. Instead, it recoiled, covering its face like a wounded animal, emitting a sound that was neither growl nor scream, something between sorrow, terror and self-hate. Then it vanished, slipping back into the abyss from which it came.

The legends took on a life of their own. Some said it was an omen of death, a spectre from a bygone war. Others believed it was simply a myth, a cautionary tale told by the old to keep the young from straying into dangerous places. But among the few who still whispered its name, there was a darker theory.

The facility had been abandoned, its records erased, its scientists gone without a trace. Officially, nothing had ever happened there. But people remembered. They spoke of a project, something unnatural, something that should have never been created. And they wondered: if the creature was just a ghost, why did it leave footprints? Why did its cries sound so... human...

Somewhere in the depths of that crumbling facility, something remained. Not a monster. Not a demon.

Just a mistake that refused to die.

Artist: Anton Nazarenko (ArtStation)

Source: Plzifer , Raul

Plzifer's brother, Raul:

He's a tad bit more aggressive

So, I was kinda just roaming ArtStation when I saw this and thought to make of a funny scenario. I kinda wanted to make a little fluff bot for a while now but just couldn't find a "gore" type of image for it.

Anyways, have fun!

I know, the colours look weird... I just wanted to do something nice...

I kept the Profile section open so you can read the backstory if you'd like, that's what I love writing.