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⸸ I am Here — Part Two ⸸

(An AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made an ALEPH-class abnormality into a flesh doggy. A lot of OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Pairing: [Insert] x O-06-20 (Nothing There)

Warning: body horror, gore, violence

Word Count: 1 200+

Description: O-06-20 was only a simple creature. It craved affection, attention. These were things it unfortunately couldn't lose interest in even long after it stopped wearing its canine shell. Not even after its old master, its 'best friend'—its first ever companion—abandoned it.

Note: I decided to write this in a way that the first part isn't needed (though if you wish to read it, here it is). Inspired by the creature from the 'The Thing' and a certain anon's request for headcanons

Consider this the backstory behind O-06-20. Whereas, the first part was written from the perspective of the human, this one and henceforth will be read from the creature's.

Anyway, enjoy~

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The creature only wore the shell of a human.

As such, it didn't know how to act like one.

Humans were complicated creatures. The slightest crinkle in their face, and the movement of their body could create a variety of combinations that each meant its own emotion.

The fact that they could swing from one feeling to another like a pendulum only made it much more difficult for the creature to follow.

Not to say that it was incapable of feeling anything. But for something so primitive, it could only categorized emotions into three. Contentment, aggression, and fear.

Because like all animals with a will to survive, the creature, too, could feel those things.

But to think that there was a time when humans could also...'love' it. That seemed like such a long time ago.

It was a word the creature learned from a certain man, back when he used a thick-furred canine as a shell. Unbeknownst to its owner, that his animal companion was already dead, and an imposter had simply taken its place. If he knew, it doubted he would have welcomed its presence.

Every day, that man told the creature, 'I love you, Buddy', and gave him back scratches and belly rubs. Though it didn't understand what those sounds meant...those were undeniably better times compared to now.

Hidden beneath the earth, locked inside concrete and lead-lined rooms, fear and aggression were the only two emotions it saw humans ever express since it arrived.

The first person to visit the creature since it had been imprisoned was a coward. They kept staring at it with those wide eyes as if they were a prey looking out for ambush.

So, the creature treated them as such, tearing off their limbs to replace its decomposing ones.

The second one was just as weak-minded as the last. But despite their obvious fear, they dared to try and touch it, the creature's new addition to its shell.

Without a second thought, it crushed their skull before their hand could even touch it. However, it liked how blue their eyes were. It reminded the creature of a time when the human man used to bring it with him to go on walks together. When the skies weren't blocked by the smog...it was a beautiful blue.

So, the creature took their eyes and used it to replace his brown ones.

The third human never touched the creature. Instead, they were determined to focus all their attention on the funny looking holes in the ceiling that had clogged up from all the blood and gunk of his kills.

So far, the creature had only ever killed because they were too tempting not to. But this one...

Least to say, it didn't like being ignored.

That was when the creature realized what this feeling was, and instinctively, it knew just what to do.

The creature barked at the human the same way it used to at the man. He always gave the creature pets and treats when it did those, but...why was this human only running away from him?

Perhaps if it were to run over and lick them?

The creature considered it, but then, out of nowhere, the human pulled out something from their suit.

It was an odd shaped thing. Small, yet the human pointed it at the creature like it could somehow defend them from it. It wouldn't, of course. Not with something so pitifully weak and small. However, the creature recognized what that miniature weapon was.

And it brought a terrible memory to mind.

It remembered the liquid welling up in the man's eyes. The nonsensical sounds he spouted to himself like 'sorry', and, 'he's not your buddy anymore'. But most of all, it remembered the way his hands trembled as he held that...thing.

It remembered the loud bang after a press of his finger.

It remembered how deafeningly quiet everything sounded. Not even the sound of its shell collapsing onto the floor was heard.

It remembered looking down at the blood trailing down its chest and feeling...nothing. Absolutely nothing.

At the memory of that day, the feeling gnawing within its chest earlier vanished. Now, it was replaced by that sensation of that bullet wound. Hollowness.

So the creature degloved them and made their supple skin its new shell.

The humans after were a nuisance. All of them. So, it killed, slaughtered, butchered their carcasses. It made mangled messes out of all of them, leaving nothing but their arms, legs, kneecaps, intestines, eyes, or whichever body part caught its fancy.

Yet at the same time, it craved something. Something that wasn't physical to replace its perpetually decomposing shell. It knew what this craving was, yet the very thought of it sickened the creature.

It was an emotion, a desire, a need that it never had until it wore that canine as a shell. A fatal mistake, really, since now, it could only be suffering from an absurd affliction.

The thing that humans called 'loneliness'.

The creature knew what it was. Like how a cat knows it is a carnivore and how a bird knows it can fly, it knew loneliness shouldn't be something it could feel.

It was as if that part of the canine's shell latched onto its core and refused to leave. Like a parasite, the shell was altering its host's needs to fit its own.

How inconveniencing. To look for companionship from the very creatures it saw as spare parts for its body. Next, the creature would discover every herbivore in the world suddenly began eating meat.

Still, it looked for it. Whatever it was that could take away this affliction.

Everyday, he tested its visitors. If they failed...well, they either die or survive to see another day. It all ultimately depended on how much they irritated the creature. The likelihood of finding this cure was almost impossible. After all, not even the creature itself knew what it was looking for.

But on the day it met them, the moment it saw them smile and heard them speak in such a gentle tone...it knew it finally found it.

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The human had one knee on the floor.

"Hey there...boy?"

Again, it didn't know what the human was saying, but judging by the way they were looking at it, they must be talking to it.

To say the least, hey were...unusual.

Everyone else before them had flinched, winced, or scrunched their nose upon seeing the creature's appearance. This one...this one looked at them as if they saw no wrong.

Or perhaps they were only trying their hardest not to look like it.

Still, the creature had to give them credit for it. Besides, this one hadn't done anything to hurt it...yet. The human even tried communicating.

So, the creature wagged its tail, exactly the same way it used to when it wanted to make the man smile. And without warning, it ran over to them.

It felt curious. Would the human run? Scream? Freeze completely? If they were to take them by surprise, perhaps they would finally drop the façade of bravery and act like the weak prey that they were.

Maybe they would even pull out that thing.

Except...none of those happened.

Much to its confusion, the human raised their arms, not to defend themselves but to embrace the creature?

So, the creature licked them—because it didn't really know what else it should do in that situation. Licking had always worked on humans before, so why shouldn't it now?

And as it hoped, the human began petting them.

The same way that man used to.

This was nothing like what they expected at the beginning, but...it wasn't unwelcome either.

Under their touch, it felt its many blue eyes flutter shut, feeling soothed by their presence. It wasn't that they could feel the graze of their fingers, nor their warmth. The shell had already lost all senses and functions the moment the creature killed its host.

It just felt...comforting.

Comforting, because it now knew that there was someone else other than the man to do things like this.

Comforting, because even though they knew it was merely an imposter, they treated it as if it were still a real creature. Like it was there.

When was the last time the creature felt like that?

It had been too long.

Far.

Too.

Long.

~~~~~~ End of Part Two ~~~~~~

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Me, seeing the notes of Part One, while still haven't yet started the first draft on Part Two:

Haha, anyway, thank you for having read this far. I hope you are still staying in tune for the next and possibly last part of I am Here.

⸸ I am Here - Part One ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into male humanoids as possible. A lot of OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Pairing: [Insert] x Nothing There

Warning: body horror, gore, and maybe an excessive use of human anatomical words

Description: When it first came to the facility, it looked just like an ordinary dog, much like Ppodae, so they classified it as TETH. But then, the first Agent fatality to it happened, and suddenly, it began to look more...humanoid in its body parts. Now identified as an ALEPH, the Manager now only sends the best, but not too valuable Agents to its containment unit. You were one of them.

Word Count: <2000

Inspired by the horror movie, 'The Thing', and a certain Anon's request.

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When it first came into the facility, it had taken the form of a beautiful, Norwegian husky.

Everyone had assumed the new Abnormality was going to be like Ppodae. Adorable, seemingly harmless, but actually capable of causing serious damage.

But then, the first Agent working on it died.

John, who was the Agent sent to work on O-06-20 thereafter, witnessed and reported what the Abnormality did to its victims. The 'husky' was gnawing on the arm of the deceased, and not long after, a human arm sprouted from its head.

The Abnormality's classification was changed from TETH to ALEPH.

Agent [Name] feared working on the new Abnormality. After all, there was hardly anything known about it. No one knew why its Qlipoth dropped. The Agent's stats weren't exactly low, but it was understandably too low for an ALEPH.

In [Name]'s recent skills test, they passed the highest in Fortitude and Suppression, but their results for Temperament and Prudence were awful.

Overall, it wasn't...bad, but...they just hoped it wasn't Attachment work they will be sent to do for this creature.

But of course, it ended up being anything but what they hoped for.

When [Name] first saw O-06-20, it looked anything but what they expected it to based on previous work logs. The only semblance it had to a dog was the way it stood quadrupedally. But other than that, it looked nothing like a canine.

To put it simply, this creature shouldn't exist. Yet here it was, a grotesque patchwork of human body parts. Its mere existence made them want to gag.

The Thing tilted its...'head'...curiously. Its human tongue lolling out of its very human mouth like a dog. It even breathed like one.

Though it had not done anything threatening, [Name] was already terrified. Unlike their experience with other Abnormalities, they were able to maintain their resolve because they saw it for what it truly was. Meanwhile, this creature only showed what became of its victims. Simply put, no one knows what this thing truly looks like.

And they were supposed to befriend this thing?

Against their survival instincts, they kneeled on one leg.

"Hey there..." They looked at the 'dog,' wondering what it would prefer to be called. "...boy?"

They had already been expecting the worse to happen, but to their surprise, the dog thing barked. Or at least, the closest a human throat could produce the sound.

It ran across the room to leap at them before standing on its hind legs to lick their hands, arm, neck, and whatever it could reach.

They weren't going to lie, it was a very cute gesture, but it was easily ruined when they realized it was a human tongue licking them.

Keep calm, keep calm, they thought as they continued petting its 'head'. But since it had skin instead of fur, it was more like a forehead massage.

At least this Abnormality is like a dog...it should be easy enough to befriend, right?

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Next time they were called to work on O-06-20, [Name] thought it would be good to play fetch with the Abnormality. Of course, it wasn't like they had any wooden sticks lying around, so they had to make do with the facility's equipment; ballpens, pencils, plastic spoons, whatever they could collect a lot of.

And they were right. The Thing really enjoyed playing fetch. It had been wagging an intestine around—probably its 'tail'—non-stop ever since they entered the containment unit.

Soon enough, this became something of a routine for them. A fun little game that O-06-20 only got to play with the Agent. But it was pretty evident that the Thing had other interests. One day, it saw its reflection on a metal spoon and it stared.

It was...unnerving. For a moment, [Name] thought it was going to deprive itself of air since she stopped hearing it panting. It even pulled its tongue back into its mouth. Its face never looked so human until now.

"Buddy?"

The Agent walked towards the Abnormality. It was odd. They felt concerned, an emotion they never thought they would feel for an animalistic abomination.

O-06-20 began to whine, and it made [Name]'s heart crack. It really did sound like a puppy. They couldn't help but sit down beside their little buddy and pet it. Disgusting as it was, they couldn't ignore its pained cries.

For the first time, [Name] pulled the creature to lay its head on their lap. They didn't stop petting it until its crying stopped.

If this was all they had to do to keep O-06-20 happy, then they were more than happy with this arrangement. With time, they would get used to its appearance. They just need to keep thinking of it as a dog. An ugly, malformed, dangerous dog, but a cute one.

Of course, if containing an ALEPH-class was as easy as running a dog shelter, Lobotomy Corporation wouldn't have such a high death rate, wouldn't it?

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Just the day after that, Agent [Name] was called to work on O-06-20 once again. It seemed like they became someone important when it came to handling the Abnormality.

But after that moment they had together, when they spent nearly an hour just sitting there on the ground, the thing calming down on their lap as they massaged its head, a...protective feeling of sorts began to sprout within them.

They didn't realize it was there until they realized how much they wanted to return to their little buddy's containment unit.

Is it still alright? Why did it suddenly cry like that, I wonder...did it hate how it looked?

Because of this new development in their relationship with the Abnormality, they were now skipping down the hallways. This was like having a pet. A disgusting and horrifying-looking one, but at least it genuinely bonded with people...unlike Ppodae.

Wait, O-06-20 is everything that Ppodae isn't.

That thought made them smile. They really didn't like that dog.

But their moment of happiness was short-lived. Because the moment the doors to O-06-20's containment unit opened, the first thing they saw was the color red.

The floors and walls had been painted into a grotesque artwork of blood. Shredded skin and clumps of hair was strewn about the unit like clothes in a changing room. It was as if the person that was once inside of them tore itself apart out of out frustration.

Their throat stung from the vomit, but [Name] swallowed it down.

It's fine. Everything is just fine. Haven't I seen plenty of this already? This is an ALEPH-class Abnormality, so of course this was inevitable.

But even knowing that, their legs still felt wobbly. Walking never became so terrifying...especially since tripping would mean falling into this bloodbath.

Amidst all of this, [Name] still had a job to do. Even though the smell burnt their throat, even though the tears in their eyes were becoming difficult to hold back, they must look for the Abnormality.

This could only mean two things. Either the creature wasn't here anymore, and people are already dying without much to their oblivion. Or...it is still here.

But why couldn't they see the little guy?

C r o a k .

[Name] snapped their attention to the pile of mangled flesh and torn bodies. What the hell was that?

C r o a k . . .

They nearly tripped as they clamored away from the mound. The Thing was there...but it no longer looked like their little buddy.

When a man emerged from the pile, [Name] should have felt relieved to see that someone survived. But there was just something unnaturally wrong to his movement.

For one thing, one of his feet was facing the wrong direction...yet he continued to walk as if he couldn't feel it. Now that they thought about it, they had seen the Abnormality break its bones countless times before, yet they didn't seem to react. So, was that popping from its fractured bones?

The 'Man' snapped towards them, as in literally snapped their neck just to look at them. Because of that reckless action, their neck was now bent at a painfully sharp angle, yet it didn't cease moving.

Their mind tried to recall everything they have ever read about the Abnormality. It used to look like a husky, but after the first Agent death within its containment, it suddenly grew an arm...Does this thing..?

Horrified by the revelation, the Agent looked at the door from the corner of their eye. Closed.

Damn it, they really won't let me leave until I finish what I came here for!

With every bit of courage they could muster, they faced their little buddy head on. It wasn't so little anymore...and it was undeniably more human looking now...but if it retained its doggy behavior even after it grew an arm, it should remember them...right?

It was now just a few feet from them. They wanted to run away from it, wanted to stay as far away as possible from 'him'. But that would be pointless. No matter what, they would be trapped here unless the Manager lets them go.

The 'Man' was now standing in front of him.

The Agent gulped. This close to him, they could see their bloodshot eyes, the fractured bone beneath the skin of their neck, and how deathly pale they were.

Because he is dead, they corrected themselves. And the thing simply wore their body.

They couldn't tell how it was feeling. Was he seeing them as a friend or foe? Do they even recognize me still? How much of my little buddy changed?

Are they still there?

"Hi there." They forced the corner of their lips to pull up. "Did you miss me...Buddy?"

As if recognizing the name, his eyes widened. Was he surprised that I still recognized him? they wondered.

They chuckled, but it was more of a nervous laugh. "Uhm...I see that you did a little wardrobe change here. But isn't this a little too...much?"

It was a pitiful attempt at humor. If the Abnormality was still just as smart as a dog, then it shouldn't be able to read their body language well. Otherwise, it would know just how terrified they were.

Would it kill me if I run away from it?

To counter their nervousness, they reached a hand towards the 'Man'. They had always touched the Abnormality as the dog creature, but in this form?

Changing their mind, they pulled back their hand when suddenly, he grabbed their wrist.

Whether they were doing it purposefully or not, his nails dug painfully into their flesh. He was holding onto it so firmly that it hurt just to move their arm.

The Agent closed their eyes, allowing the tears fall. They were going to die now, they were certain of it. Soon as they saw the mound of meat, their likelihood of survival had plummeted, and now, they were going to be the Abnormality's next outfit, food, or whatever it was the thing did to its kills.

The only thing they could wish for now was a quick, painless death. But—

Their eyes snapped open at the sensation of cracked lips touching their wrist. The 'Man' brought their hands close to them...so it could lick them.

Disgusted, they jumped up from the red trail their bloody tongue left behind, but as soon as his pale eyes met theirs, they froze.

The 'Man' then pulled them closer to him. They let him do it. What else could they do, really? They were too stunned, too frightened, too confused to understand him. And if they didn't understand him, how would they be able to suppress this situation?

Fortunately however, he only did it to continue what he was doing on the crook of their neck before nuzzling his way to their cheeks.

Although the tongue felt different...the gesture was familiar.

Ah...oh, god.

The realization crashed on them like a tidal wave.

Their little buddy didn't know how to act like a human.

~~~~~ End ~~~~~

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I was supposed to write headcanons for Nothing There, but in the midst of my imaginations, I ended up being inspired to write a three-act tragedy about an Abnormality trying to be someone its Darling could love.

There is nothing overtly yandere about this yet, but that's because I'm not finished with Nothing There, quite yet.

Anyway, love, I thank you for reading this~

(If you are curious for more, Part II is out!)