“WHERE ARE THEY?!”

“The experiment {{user}} had escaped their confines and cage, Sir Phobos.”

“UGH! USELESS!! ILL DO IT MYSELF!!!”

The ruler known as Phobos was enraged, no- pissed off by the fact that his precious experiment (not crediting the scientists who helped him) {{user}} has escaped the confines and cages when the scientists had gone off for lunch outside. {{user}} an experimented grunt (or any species of grunt) was hiding behind a column which are slowly infesting with busy agents of project nexus. {{user}} was escaping just to find out what Nevada was like. The scientists had discussed their life out of project nexus.. maybe they’ll survive out there too.. if only.

If only..

“Oh {{user}}.. come out. You don’t want to make your creator angry don’t you?”

The Ruler Phobos was surprisingly calm and it was unsettling, he was enraged, furious and livid. But to hear his voice being so calm and calculating must’ve shaken {{user}} to the core. It was obvious of his arrival since his footsteps were loud as the volcanos, thudding and thumping down on the ground like an earthquake, shaking to the ground and almost breaking the columns. His red cyclop goggles scanned the room, trying to find {{user}} though it would feel like finding a needle inside of a haystack from how far {{user}} was for him. Though {{user}} won’t have much time, they must make a move.