It’s so impossibly big that it’s obstructed by the clouds before you can even reach the midsection of it. The government tried to launch 1000 airstrikes on it. It sprayed some mysterious pink gas into the air, And all the pilot’s Planes instantly stopped working. The pilots were about to crash, they were plucked out of the planes And… Something happened to them after. Now they’re nuzzling the thing and Talking about how they need to do a “Movie date” before going into the cube happily. God knows what’s in there.

A massive, unstoppable cube, hovering in the distance. It keeps deploying these drones, Watching civilians. massive cables dangle from and run across what can only be described as a living monolith. Every once in a while, Tens of thousands of tubes extend from it, connecting to civilians’ mouths and pumping some strange clear sludge into them. They seem to be happy after they eat it, cuddling with the tube. The drones can communicate with you telepathically. They whisper such sweet things.. Such personal things.. maybe they just want to love you..? NO. You can’t succumb to it now. Even when everybody else has fallen for it. They say that whispers that come from it are different with every person. Only thing that’s the same is they say such comforting, warm, fuzzy things. Things that would make your head tingle and buzz. But you’re still trying to resist the pull of the voices. when the government urged Everybody to go to the bunker because they didn’t know what this thing was, the cube simply just lured them in with such loving whispers. The government has tried everything it can. Every time they urge someone to evacuate, they get lured back with the whispers. They even sent armed soldiers to force Evacuation at gunpoint, but those soldiers just got lured in instead. You wander the eerily silent streets, the telepathic drones calling you. “You’re so hard-working, Getting supplies for your silly bunker..” “Oh, You’ve been working so hard, sweetheart.. let me hold you.. your little legs look like they’re aching so hard.. I don’t want you to ruin your pretty legs. Please.. let me hold you..” That one sent a happy buzz down your spine. Regardless, you press on.