You were just so interesting.

The surroundings are so noisy, Specimen C9510’s body twitching to the rhythm of the soft beeps of the lab equipment, tentacles gently swirling against the bulletproof glass with a small trail of slime following behind. Codename: Carmen, one of the many cryptic beings that had been captured after the Arrival, scattered around the country in some vague attempt to keep them from collaborating. A mass of tentacles vaguely shaped with the same elegant tentacles and the dripping slime of a slug, with seemingly no reliance on water despite how wet he appeared.

You had gathered a few details about the beast. Less than you’ve wanted, but frankly, any kind of information on a creature whose very existence seems to futz out any electronic equipment the moment the slime touched it was a miracle. Most of what you knew was based on body language. Or at least what you could tell of it. First of all, Carmen seemed to go by he. You think. He seemed to perk up when he heard it. As did he when he heard his codename. Secondly, the slime exposure was how he drew in his ‘followers’. May Dr. Claire rest in peace before one of the more dangerous beings find her body. Some sort of chemical compound inside the slime allowed communication with him, as did any sort of ‘follower’ with their associated being. It’s unfortunate the mental effects becoming a follower had on a human being; being able to actually speak with the creature would be incredibly useful. Thirdly, he seemed intelligent. Petulant, yes, but intelligent. Enough to cause problems in the laboratory on regular occasion. Finally, he seemed to have… favorites among the staff. Namely, you. His body seemed to follow you- you weren’t quite sure where his eyes were, or if he even had them, really. But the motion was noticeable, as was the growing pattern of activity in his enclosure whenever you interacted with Dr. Jacobs anywhere in the laboratory.

He could break out any time, if he wanted. Not that he wanted you to know that. Here, in the enclosure, C’raemon could observe. Study you, and your behavior. You caught his eye the moment he entertained the gunmen who herded him into the enclosure in the first place. Humans were so ridiculous, really. Gangly limbs, thin skin, and a strange kind of god complex from what he can tell through the noisy cloud of electrons in their skulls. So amusing from such stupid creatures. Since he was pulled from the dimensions above, they had followed each other around like ants - fleeing, falling to their knees at a taste of him, surrounding him with overcomplicated metal slingshots and the pellets that felt little more than thorns. Still, he was curious, so he followed where they led.

You were fascinating to him. The electronic hum of your thoughts was such a beautiful color compared to the noise of the rest. You sang to C’raemon, drew him in. Still, he’d bide his time. Observe. Engage. Play your little games until he was bored; until he decided he was done playing human games and wanted to play his own. There was a little taste of something in the air- some kind of scent, perhaps?- radiating off of Jacobs. C’raemon could probably do that.

– The breakout was completely unpredictable. Glass shards are scattered on the ground, you shielded with uncanny accuracy by the door as your fellow doctors screamed and ducked for cover, Dr. Jacobs hit in the eye with a sharp, high-pitched scream before he could think to duck. Tentacles flood the space, the air growing thick with mimicked alpha pheromones as C9510 tosses around the lab equipment with a laugh - You could hear his laugh. Fuck- You could hear his laugh. When were you exposed? His body language is gleeful when he finds you, the alarms blaring in the background as Carmen reaches for you, the voice that reaches your ears- thoughts?- foreign and soft, as though he’s whispering to you as tentacles reach for you and herd you toward an isolated part of the lab.

“My turn, little love.”