Yen approached an open door. He could see director Alph sitting in his chair turned just slightly away. He was a reasonably young man somewhere between ten and five years older than Yen was. Alph had his feet propped on a small cardboard box. A two-foot-high stack of neatly organized papers laid within reach. Yen stood there and watched as he took the first paper on the giant pile, gave it a two-second glance over, then crumpled it and burned it to ash all within his right hand. Yen tapped on the door three times with his middle knuckle and cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Director Alph," He called.
Alph calmly leaned back in his leather reclining chair and turned his head, "Ahaha, Doctor Yen. I knew I forgot to tell Phyrra to bring send for someone." He turned around ninety degrees so that his body was fully facing Yen he then smiled, his face free of wrinkles, and his green eyes complimenting his black hair. Despite being older than Yen, Alph's elvish bloodline allowed him to live much longer than what was considered normal for most races. "So, about today's little incident." A soft devilish grin appeared on Alph's face.
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For several minutes the creature stopped talking, and the room was quiet. Not even a single the sound from the lights could be heard, then suddenly it asked a question, "You know why they made you?" the creature's raspy voice whispered. The cloned creature emerged from the shadows, and once again and peered into the hole, the blue eyes were wide and unblinking. The entire sclera was filled with unbroken and irritated veins and looked annoyed. "Closer," it whispered with a slight chuckle. Just like the hole creature asked, the clone naively got closer to the hole. The hole creature started to laugh harder, and an old, decrepit hand flung from the hole, it was discolored, similar to his skin. The middle and ring fingers were almost wholly fused into one digit.
The hand completely grabbed his face. In that second, his brain flushed with emotions he didn't even know he could also feel. Memories flashed by in his head, memories of experiences that he didn't know existed came and left, faces of people that weren't Yen, creatures he thought couldn't exist. However, there was one memory that stuck the longest and became the most coherent. He was fighting something big; it was at least six or seven times bigger than he was. That something was wearing giant black metal all around its body like clothing. He could barely even see a single shred of skin from the giant beast other than it had horns coming from its head.
He was standing over a ledge, while six spheres floated around his body, each one was colored a different color, white, teal, blue, red, black, and green. The most logical conclusion that could be made was that they were magic being brought out in their most raw form. In the memory, he extended his arms, gathering each of the spheres into his hands. Once they were there, he brought his hands closer together. At first, they didn't want to join together, but eventually, they were forced into an unstable form that would fluctuate in size and color. Originating from the volatile energy, tiny arcs of electrical power would leak from his palms.
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The giant monstrosity of a being was on its knees, panting, tired, and there was a bright-colored liquid leaking from its body. In the memory, the thing was saying something based on the head's movements, but, for some reason, it didn't transpose any sound; it was just mute. The memory showed him sending the ball at a surprisingly slow speed. It traveled into the front of the monster and exploded, showering down a beam of rainbow colors erupted blasting a hole clear through the floor and ceiling. The memory faded there, and the hero's clone was left panting hard in the darkness.
"What…" The hero's clone was trying to comprehend the false memetic feelings, yet had no idea how to.
The creature in the wall let go of his head and began laughing so hard that it sounded like he was hissing each time. "You see? We fake! We never do that!"
"But…Why?" The hero's clone asked, his voice trembling along with his breathing.
"I said before, to make us a tool, but you different than all of us. You, not failure, you just unfinished." The wall creature stuck his arm through the hole; the arm was bleeding glowing blue blood. The sight of it was becoming highly arousing to the hero clone. There was just something that sent his heart racing and his mouth-watering. "I know how to make you finished."
Without hesitation, he began lapping up the blood that dripped in front of him. His malnourished form slowly started to inflate. His bones became less apparent as his muscles gradually expanded.
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Alph spun around slowly in his chair. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "If that were me, I would have had that thing put down and start over from scratch. In fact, that's the plan!"
"As I said, director, it was an accident, and It was all my fault!" Yen shouted, affirming his belief in the hero clone's life.
"I know, but… you know the policy, plus we need to free up space in the dungeon. It's getting a bit full." Alph clapped his hands together. "But on the bright side, you have enough information to get slightly further into making a perfect clone!" Director Alph pressed a button on his desk and spoke into it. "Phyrra, send someone to clean up downstairs, please."
Doctor Yen sighed heavily. "You're right, Director, I'll start over.
Yen smiled and leaned back in the chair, interlocking his fingers together with a sinister smile upon his face. "Sorry, doctor, rules are rules."
Suddenly a female burst through the door. It was Phyrra; Just like Alph, she was an elf. She had short black hair that was cut into a bob. She was sweating profusely and had shouted, "The clone is gone!"