Kavie doesn’t break his gaze from the floor, blunt to the incoming syringe coming down on his neck as his father grins mercilessly.

Niuq’tar then claws down his face with his hands with a loud screech.

“GAAAH! I DON’T WANNA DIEEEE!”

The needle grazes the top of Kavie’s skin, but before it could enter his pores, Kekdrik’s arm stops moving abruptly. His pupils then survey his body, unable to move due to some unseeable force.

Tureb's eyes twitch as he twists his head in his chair with a scowl. “Y-YOU FOOL…! DEATH WILL BE THE LEAST OF OUR PROBLEMS!”

The room then ripples altogether as if made of water. The walls begin to rip and tear like they were made of wallpaper as red and blue ink drips down from the ceiling.

Kekdrik gasps and drops to the ground. The syringe in his hand breaks upon hitting the floor. The neon-glowing residue mixes with his blue blood as the broken glass enters his skin.

Miya looks back at Niuq’tar with a grin.

He’s a Drautt, a species able to manipulate a person’s perception of any space in a given area. Older adults who have lived for hundreds of years can change an entire planet’s overall composition, making them imperceivable in space to protect their home planet. Their services are in high demand, but they’re known to be timid or hard to capture.

“You’re mistake was that terminal over there.” Miya points out the machine now glitching into black sparked lines. “I noticed it as soon as I walked in. The dam thing had all of it’s words backwards. Moreover it wasn’t even in Ya’valtian lettering, it was Drauttian.”

The terminal then sludges into mush on the ground while the room’s once-white floor turns darker in shade, and puddles of sticky red liquid begin to pool at their feet. The ceiling’s silver exterior stops leaking and ripples into a red plating that mirrored the pod in the middle of the room, now morphing into a surgical flat metal table.

“Huuunhg..”

The surgical table rattles with a dense groan, its occupant being a human whose limbs have been strapped to a table with metal chains. The lacerations spread across their body made his pale skin seem a bit more lively, the flesh slits widening every time he exhaled.

While the top of his curly blonde hair was intact, his head was split down the middle revealing his askew inner membrane, torn and pulsing, making his face unrecognizable. His now blackened and mahogany face tissue hung in fatty flaps from their ears, blood spurts pulsing from his chest and dripping down his arms onto the floor with subtle plicks.

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Miya looks down at her fingers, now slick with red juices from when she touched the body before, and flicks her hands to the ground in disgust.

Kavie looks down at his knees, now red and soaked in blood from the floor, and stumbles back, only dirtying his palms and arms as he hyperventilates with dilated pupils. Kekdrik looks up at him with a whimper, then gazes over to the unsightly body while shielding his eyes.

“I said… I said I don’t want to look at it ever again! Turn it back…! PLEASE!”

Tureb chuckles while turning away from him. “Haaa… You’re both a disgrace… Haaa…”

The cyan filing cabinet holding multi-colored syringes and glass medical dispensers also changed. Its wall then bulges forward until small glass spheres emerge, holding small white embryos. This continued along the room, reaching upward with bigger spheres as the embryos began to grow.

Miya walks in front of the cabinet, noticing a naked girl with short midnight-blue locks floating in a glass capsule above all the embryos. Several short slender poles float around her body in the blue ooze. Her hand twitches and the ends of the poles give a faint white glow.

“Would you like to know what this all is…? Little girl…?” Tureb’s chair hovers to Miya’s side with a smile.

Miya clenches her hands at her sides and then breathes, releasing her tension. “Human fetuses.”

Tureb throws his head side to side with a chuckle, then takes a set of embryos in glass capsules and twists them open.

“Correct little one! And if I’m not mistaken, you were once in one of these too!”

Miya’s eyes widen as she grabs her holster, her index finger twitching at her gun’s handle.

“How do you know what I am?”

Tureb turns the glass capsules upside down below his face, allowing the contents to flow into his gullet. He then gargles the blue liquid around his mouth while crunching at the fetuses, making white and yellow gooish slime stream down the sides of his lips.

He then gulps, the lining of his adam’s apple sliding up and down as he gives off a foul belch, smelling of months-old ranch.

“My name, as once said, is… Haaa… Turebormun… I was once an esteemed practitioner of tissue regeneration-compound technology for the Azeroth company in Sector 12.”

He then crushes the glass capsules still in his hand with a scowl. “Haaa…. But those cilebelos cast me out, told me I was going to extremes with my new… Haa… Experimentations…”

Tureb then turns around in his chair, throwing the glass into the air with Miya ducking out of the way with a grimace.

“Witness what genius I have created! Unfertilized blastula who’re able to grow and mature based on any genome consistent with their deoxyribonucleic acid!”

Miya whips her pistol from her holster, the sides and handle glow with a reddish tint. “You didn’t answer me you obese green glob. How do I know what I am?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Tureb rolls his bulging eyes as he turns slowly in his chair. “I'm your daddy!”

He then gives off a manic laugh, the green oily fluids oozing from his pores flood his seat and land on the ground. Miya tilts her face down to the floor, the hand holding her gun twitches as she lowers it.

Niuq’tar gets onto his feet and looks around the room in angst. He then backs away while rubbing his hands together.

“I must escape… I must leave before…!”

—Bump

His eyes fill with dread, and his knees quake as he turns his head upward, gazing at a woman with caramel skin returning his frown with a wide smile.