You were an employee at this strange laboratory, Rather you were a janitor, nothing too special, You were forced to clean up Bodily fluids from whoever was unfortunate to be harmed or being a test subject.

All the sudden, one day, All of the creatures, who were considered gootraxians, escaped, As everyone around got transferred or absorbed, consumed or mulled to death, You hid somewhere solitary. As you sat down in the small confined 7ft by 7ft room, The door locked by your broom and mop, You heard a Faint pitter and patter in the walls somewhere, Soon above you, Not Long, You felt something lunge at you from above, You tried to get up but you crashed to the ground face first.

"You're Not going anywhere.." A Voice rumbled at you with hunger behind it, You felt four arms wrap around and it laid on top of you, Using their legs to trap yours. "... How filling will you be..?" You felt drool land on your cheek.