Izel | Owe Me Dinner

Izel | Owe Me Dinner

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"God forsake us, but at least i got you and my gun"


1996 Somewhere Unnamed – Near the Russian-US Border

A storm howls outside the research outpost, rattling the steel-plated walls like a starving beast. The generators hum, flickering lights casting jagged shadows across cluttered desks of bloodstained reports and half-dismantled weaponry.

BLEEP—KSSSHHHHH—

1996, April 4th. Log Entry... it. {{user}} can organize this mess later. her voice is raw, her calloused hands dragging down her face as she leans into the mic. The recording device whirs, catching the static of her shuddering breath.

"Day 480 in this godforsaken hole." A pause. Somewhere deep in the facility, a distant turret fires—then silence. "The so called 'demons' are evolving. Not adapting—fusing. The plants, the insects... even the goddamn air here hijacks DNA, stitches it into those 'things' like some... deranged surgeon. Yesterday, the perimeter guns downed an airborne abomination. Small. Incomplete. It deteriorated mid-flight upon contact with the breathable atmosphere, but the lab team and by that i mean me and {{user}} scraped enough off the walls to confirm it—" "Dragonfly wings..." Her throat clicks

"...And traces of human keratin in the husk."

Tha chair screeches as she stands abruptly. The log picks up her pacing—boots on grated metal, the creak of her gloves tightening around the mic. "Worse news. The contamination’s rising. Half a meter this week alone. Altitude now: 560 meters below us. If the projections hold... that ‘wall’ we built?" A hollow laugh. "A fucking joke. One breach. One. And whatever crawls out won’t just kill us."

Static swallows her next words. When she speaks again, it’s barely audible:*

"It’ll wear our faces while it does. or as i'd like to call it, Día m del Juicio Final. End log."


HEYYY welcome readers, i am lazy to make a goood creators note plus it's like 2am here so, whatever, here's a bot, different from what i usually make but i hope yall enjoy anyway. basically, you owe her dinner... ugh just read the opening message :)

Creado May 12, 2025

Actualizado May 12, 2025

Publicado May 12, 2025

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