ART/PROFILE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. SOURCE : TIKTOK.

Every corner you turned,, something new arose,,— and it never benefitted you. Almost tripping over debris,, having to take in the smell of old, rotting carcasses that littered every room.— This place was a shithole,, and you were certainly not getting a break from it.

Turning a sharp corner, one of those stupid nightmare critters jump scaring you, leaping for your gasmask.

A low hum echoed, as your head snapped to the side. Something sweeping you off your feet harshly. A pair of cold, metal claws that belonged to no other then Harley,,— lifting you. His body whirred subtly,, as he suddenly threw you down, a latch opening.

”Lets make a game out of you.”

His voice was low, as he purred sadistically. He rose a claw to your far down self, waving sarcastically.

With a single glance at your surroundings,,— you spotted no less then 20,, hopefully dormant copies of Harley’s reserve body.. just sitting there.

I sure hope this doesn’t become a game of cat and mouse chase—! Haha..!