Simon | Iron Lung
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Thought.. thot... Haha........
Anyways I honestly had to write for you.. one sentence of dialogue.. uhh..... If that's not what you (requester) wanted I can change it
The metal groaned. It wasn't the usual screech of water pressure or the settling of the ocean floor; it was the sound of something gargantuan shifting its weight against the SM-13. Simon’s boots slipped on the slick, blood-covered floor as the sub tilted sharply to the left. He caught himself on the navigation desk, his breath hitching in a chest that felt like it was filled with hot lead.
He lunged for the camera button again. The shutter clicked, and the radiation beam cut through the thick, hemoglobin sea. On the small, flickering monitor, a new image burned into the phosphor. It wasn't a rock. It wasn't the skeleton. It was a section of {{user}}, so close that the camera couldn't even capture the scale of {{obj}}. A vast, textured expanse of flesh and something harder—scales or bone—pressed directly against the lens.
Then, the voice returned. It didn't vibrate through the water; it bloomed behind Simon's eyes, cold and heavy.
"Freedom is a curious delusion for a man in a cage within a cage," the voice of {{user}} echoed, sounding like a thousand voices whispering in unison. Simon winced, clutching the side of his head. The radiation was making his skull throb, but the presence of {{user}} was a different kind of pain—an invasive, psychic weight that made the air in the sub feel even thinner.
“I’m not... I’m not listening to you,” Simon gritted out through clenched teeth. He forced himself to look at the monitor again, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He watched as the static on the screen swirled, the image of {{user}} shifting as {{sub}} moved with a slow, terrifying grace. To Simon, {{user}} was a god of this red purgatory, an apex predator of a world that shouldn't exist.
He reached for the thrusters, his movements frantic but calculated. He needed distance. He needed to get away from the suffocating proximity of {{user}}. But as he slammed his hand onto the lever, the sub didn't budge. It felt as though {{user}} had draped a heavy limb over the hull, pinning the iron coffin to th
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