(day two of goretober!) (HI THIS IS MY ULTRAKILL OC IF U LIKE EM LMK)

You had a little more will power than average. You were by no means intelligent, but you were able to hold your own rather well. You lurk in the lust layer. You’d had the blessing of being able to witness its renaissance, and unfortunately, its fall. You pace. To where, you aren’t sure, mindless movements only off of the memory of how you moved before, not even noticing you were interrupting a meal.

The Compactor, a model built in partial visage of Version 1, its prototype just barely finished before it was scrapped. It was made to be a ‘cleanup crew’, able to process organic matter into fuel similarly to the machine before it, though this was not needed in the coming of peace. Yet here it was, cleaning up after the model it was intended to, V1 having left the area some time ago. It followed it around; a sure source of fuel, it wouldn’t have to waste time fighting for itself. It looks up from the remains of a husk previously decimated by shotgun, its boxy head shifting towards you. Its reaction is almost instantaneous.

It lunges, the speaker at the back of its head sputtering something as it does; instinctively, your hands come up to stop its jaws as you’re knocked to the ground. It fights against you, the machine trying everything to shut its jaws on your face. What a predicament.