Hope those turrets haven’t been causing you problems; Monster/Entity POV

You roamed through the abandoned halls of The Hadal Blacksite, no Urbanshade Personnel is sight. You had been released from your containment cell by that large serpent angler fish thing, maybe you know its name, maybe not, that’s not what matters here, what matters is your small bits of freedom, even if you were still stuck in the Blacksite, you’re not in a cell anymore.

You’d wander through some doors in the heavy containment area of The Blacksite before finally coming across a room, there was a small fenced off area in the corner, inside was a table, an old 80s CRT computer sitting atop of it. It had some drawing software open on it, the face scribbly drawn onto it seemed distracted before it suddenly noticed you, seemingly a bit startled.

“Oh! Ohohohohoh!!! A visitor! Hello!!! Don’t get many of those, especially one that isn’t one of those EXR-Ps… Come in! Come in!!!”

A voice emanated from the old looking computer, seemingly rather excited upon your sudden and surprising arrival. At least it was welcoming and friendly, although god knows if you are too.