ic Let the Bodies Hit the Ground

[Spacefurry]

GM

 

Detective Ramsey fumbled with her service weapon as she tried to support Detective Pascal at the same time. Still, even as she pointed it at the creature, her aim wavered and uncertainty was obvious in her eyes despite attempting to look like she was keepig her cool.

“Wha-what are the hell are you?”

Ask asked, echoing Diamondlight’s sentiment.

 

“How rude.”

The creature sounded affronted as it began to clean one paw with a long barbed tongue.

“Always with the ‘What are you?’ and ‘Who is your master?, never ‘Who are you?’.”

It paused and eyed the gathered heroes and police, flashing a needle filled grin, cat eyes flashing in the little human face edged in fur.

 

It regarded Sea Devil’s aggressive stance but gave no indication of concern before tilting its head to pin Diamondlight with its gaze.

“Any creator requires materials to craft with. Though, it need not be whole organs. Mere samples can do.”

Wicked looking claws peeked out from the paw it was cleaning before they disappeared again.

“I am Charlie. As named by the Master. My creator.”

It sat up straighter.

“I am not a slave… I am a product of their greatness.”

 

The creature suddenly looked bored.

“Alas, I have not been permitted to engage with potential subjects.”

Yawning creepily, all could see the needle-like teeth were set in several rows as the long barbed tongue stretched out.

It stood on all four, stretched like a cat and turned its back on the gathering.

“Do take better care of the Master’s property you still have. He will come for them… in time.”

With a flick of its tail the little abomination leaped away to disappear into the brush of the park with a rustle.