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    Run! Run! Get out of here! Run! Screams of terror awoke the senses in the pure white, blind being. Primal confusion brought its perpetually oozing ears to a standing position as it listened to the chaos around it. Soft, shallow breaths were taken as it sniffed the air. The scents around it were foreign, but there were two things it gathered from this experience. One scent it could learn to ignore, the other made it realize just how empty its stomach had ben… How dry its mouth was.
    Its body juttered, twisting spastically into unnatural angles as it contorted itself in an attempt to stand. Bones creaked and snapped with the motions as if they too were trying to figure out exactly what they were supposed to do with this new activity. Finally it was on its feet… Somewhat. It was standing, but its head near touched the ground as it bent backwards in a position that would break the spine of any other being that tried to mimic the position. A rumble came from deep in the being’s throat as its upper torso slowly rolled upwards into a straight standing pose. The creature’s arms hung limp at its side. Goopy ears twitched with every new sound, every panicked scream, every sound of an alarm that signaled… Maybe danger?

    “Run…” It mimicked the cries of those around it. Hungry… So hungry, and the beings that skittered away from it smelled so nice. “Run…” It called again, opening its enormous black maw to call out. The paper white creature took a step, now trying to follow the chaos. “Run… Run…” With every step the creature repeating the word. Faster and faster its steps started to become, and soon it was leaps and bounds. The sound was easy to follow. Echolocation sending almost visible waves through the air and giving the creature images of the things surrounding it. This included its prey. “Run!”
    First hunt, even to something that relied entirely off instinct, sent a wave of excitement through the creature. Swift movements carried it through the space, leaping off and clinging to walls and ceilings as it gave chase. A corner, and a small morsel that ran the wrong way. A perfect catch… Or so it thought. Once on the ground once more the creature crawled on all fours, spiked tail hovering above its head like a scorpion ready to sting. The small being in front of it whimpered and curled into a fearful position. But before the creature could pounce it felt something hit it from behind. Go! Get away from it! Come with me! A voice from behind the dazed creature called, and the prey escaped as it steadied itself. “Run… from… me?” It mimicked the sounds it had heard, forming a sentence it rather liked the sound of.
    “Run… from… me…” It stood there, confused as to where its prey went, and almost conflicted as to whether or not it would follow again. Hunger got the best of it, however, and soon it was on the prowl once more. Sounds of what it assumed were the same type of creature it was also echoed through the air. One in particular stood out. Help me. It sounded oddly familiar. Help me. Again, the call sparked something within this creature that it couldn’t seem to understand and it was drawn to the noise. Another white creature stood in front of it, calling for help. The being’s head twitched in an awkward stutter from side to side before it snapped to the right, tilting its head like a confused dog.
    Something in this newly created being told it this creature in front of it was the one that created it. Like a mother of sorts, but these were obviously those types of animals that left their young to fend for themselves. Maternal instinct wasn’t there, but curiosity? That was still something both creatures seemingly felt. The echolocation also confused the being, as it gave an image that implied this being was... Full of holes? A step closer for the curious young and it got a straight slap to the face with a long reptilian like tail and a scream before the original bounded off. Yet another hurt. And the creature stood there conflicted once more… What was going on? Hungry… Hunt. Need food.

    The chase began once again, it had found the same small prey that it had cornered the first time, and this time the creature wasn’t letting up until it caught what. It was after. Cirice, come on! An urging came from the same hall with the familiar scent. I can’t keep running Em. An out of breath reply soon after. “Run from me.” The being called, rushing in the direction of the sounds. It stalked from the ceiling, clinging to the tiles with long, deadly claws. Soon it was upon the prey so badly yearned for. The snack wouldn’t get away this time, the hunter would make sure of it. A single pounce hit its mark, and the living thing under it gave a cry as it was stabbed with the spiked tail of the creature. “Run from me!” A cry from the creature as it clawed the screaming prey. “Run from me!” The creature bit, tore and stabbed its way through the body under it, consuming and filling its grumbling stomach with flesh. Pure white fur dyed red as it fed from the calico Catsune under it.
Stripped of flesh down to bone, and still the creature wanted more. The small morsel that was referred to as Cirice wasn’t enough to satisfy it for long. A blood stained tongue slithered from its maw and licked the red from the fur. A quick grooming and the fur had gone from dark red to a light pink. The meal was done, and the creation was still hungry. The hunt had started yet again. And its calls echoed as it crashed through the glass of a window and found itself outside. “Run from me!”