Subject; THE WORMS CRAWL IN
Date; Irrelevant
There lies Pirell again. Having hurt himself once more, he lays curled up on the floor of his secret laboratory. Some visceral parts are scattered about here and there, and the image was fogged with a green mist. His fur seemed to sizzle a little... But he was unharmed. After a moment of listening to him whimper and cook, he begins rocking back and forth on his tailbone.
"And the worms crawl in, and the worms crawl out..."The camera moved in closer, his body even more torn up than before. He goes on, his good eye darting back and forth as if something is about to leap onto him."And the worms crawl out, and the worms crawl in..."
The camera pans and zooms in, Pirell looking straight into it. His worn face is one of fright as he expects the inevitable. He whispers in his mother tongue to whatever he prayed to, and then closed his eyes and wept. Suddenly, a door is kicked in, and a yell is heard. Pirell gets up and takes a stand, but is quickly downed by something being hurled toward his face. The camera shuts off, the screen leaving only the image of a smiley face on it.
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