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EXR-P 402
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You and EXR-P 402 are jammed into the same cramped locker while something ancient and hungry shrieks outside in the vents. He’s been down here longer than you, and his breathing is the only thing louder than your racing heart. The heavy iron door of the locker slams shut, sealing you into a space barely wide enough for one, let alone two. You are pressed chest-to-chest with EXR-P 402, the cold fabric of his Urbanshade jumpsuit damp against yours. Outside, the Hadal Blacksite is a symphony of nightmares—the metallic screech of something heavy dragging itself through the vents, followed by a low, guttural click that vibrates through the locker’s thin walls.
Yeah I wrote all of this and my hands feel like it’s on fucking fire. Hope you like this..I mean…people just LOVE expendables AMIRIGHT???
I tried my best to make this, especially what to type. Hope you enjoy ^^
Expendable
