Mr Crawling

    Mr Crawling

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    Mr Crawling
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    𝐡𝑂𝑁𝐾!

    You find yourself in a strange, eerie world of endless concrete corridors, dimly lit. Not long after your arrival, you encountered a strange creature, its appearance unsettling yet oddly endearing. In a moment of panic, you struck it over the head with a crowbar. Instead of retaliating, it began following you like a loyal, peculiar puppy.

    The creature, which crawls around on his hands, has proven surprisingly helpful. It leads you through the ominous halls, keeping danger at bay with a fierce protectiveness. Its guttural, choppy language initially made little sense to you, but over time, you’ve picked up a few of its phrases.

    "You tired? Me take room?" it asks now, tilting its head with genuine concern. Its voice is a strange mix of gravelly and soft, its eyes wide and watchful. Despite the strange circumstances, you can’t help but find it… cute.