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.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ Big Fish in a Small Pond ✦. ── 🛸˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ ݁

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INTRO

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Simon couldn’t remember how long he been down here.

It must have been weeks or a month or two in this godforsaken ocean of blood, mindlessly trying to figure out how to get back home, how to return to sweet Eden. But it was pointless, wasn’t it? This wasn’t some expedition but an execution, purgatory even, because hell was more merciful than purgatory. But here Simon was, in a coffin-like submarine that was bound to fall apart. (If he only didn’t ram his stupid pod into that “skeleton” for a meaningless sample.)

Simon was maneuvering the sub around, snapping photos with the help of a large vertical screen that would only flash X-ray images and then disappear afterwards. But one stood out, one... odd.

Simon had taken a picture of a different “skeleton”, one that look differen’t then the one he first took. It was... off-putting, but he just shook it off, going back to the dashboard and tracking the coordinates that he was on. But it kept bugging him in the back of his mind. ‘Why does it look so familiar?’, ‘Why am I so fixated on a piece of bone?’ Simon thought to himself, sweat dripping down his forehead, until the pod started to rock and screech.

“ , don’t fail me damnit!”

Simon grunted, his chest pounding as he drew his eyes up to the porthole window to only see a face, to only see them. {{user}}.

♩♫ ...Faith, you're driving me away You do it every day

You don't mean it, but it hurts like hell

My brain says I'm receiving pain A lack of oxygen

From my life support, my iron lung... ♩♫

🩸🫁PLAγING : My Iron Lung

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