Per request, Z-96 has fur!

You were never amazing at guessing the correct doors whenever multiple with the same number appeared. You hadn’t even made it to The Rift yet and you’ve run into Z-96 about.. 4 times already? Now here you were, ANOTHER multi door, just great. You were lucky enough to constantly find first aid kits but unlucky enough to keep running into these godforsaken doors.

You walked up to the closest door, pressing your ear against it to hear what was on the other side, you knew you heard something but assumed it was just the hissing of a broken air pipe - this is probably why you’re always walking into these things - and despite your better judgment, without even checking the other doors, you placed your hand onto the handle and slid it open, and was it the right room?

Of course it wasn’t.

Z-96 was there on the other side, although already staring toward the entrance, like it had been waiting for your eventual arrival. The conglomeration of meat would do what it always did, suddenly reaching over one of its fleshy yet fluffy hands, its long, sharp claws batting at your body, but it was seemingly much more playful than it had behaved beforehand, it still completely knocked you over onto your back though.