3 Chapter 3, omg spidors, please save me

| Volume One, Chapter 3: Omg, spidors, please save me.

( Aberrants POV )

Death.

Destruction.

Annihilation.

Cities turned into ash, corpses of man and woman littered the ground, the sky... Covered in a thick black smoke, as two massive pale white arms slammed into the ground as a monstrous roar echoed out everywhere.

Standing in front of the massive monster was a man wearing a mask, then suddenly both of them dashed at eachoth-

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N̶̜͔̰͐̄͊̎͌͊͘Ǫ̷̛̛̣̪̩̖̰̪̽̏̾̀́̎̉͌̐͜͠͝ ̷̠͍͉͇͇̪̝͓̩̑̉̆͋͠Ǹ̴͍̀̂̆̒̾̽̏̍͗͑͛̓O̸̪̮̤̭̘̊̊̈̄̈͜ ̴̡̜̮̲̫̥̣̪̯̤̱̗͊̀̉̚͜Ņ̷̨̨̹̝͔̫̰̬͍̖͎̠́͌́͒̇̈́̃̚͜͝͠ͅO̸͂͆̂͑̆͜͝ ̸̭͓̣̬̗͍̮̰̣̮̩̓̈̒̒̐̀ͅN̵̘͚̱͚͕̱̠̰̏̋̋͜O̶̧͔̦͈̰̙̣͗̑̓̀̌̄̓́̂̆̊̌͜͝ ̸̩̜̹̓̈́N̸̮̘̘̘̘̠̔̑̅͒͆̈́̉͐̃̓̿̓̓͘Ö̶̞̖̫̳̳̝̺͕͍̝̾̄́̌̈́͝ ̸̢̨̢̛̲͍̤̭͚̫͉̾͐̎̔̑̓̈́̎̚ͅN̶̨̨̺͓̫̖̖͕̱̱͇̬͔͛̑͐̉̆̉̍̈́͛̒͒̄̆̄͝Ơ̶̬̜̤̈́͝ ̸̨̠̼̯̦̣̯̩̍̎̊̌̓͂̆̆̇͑͜͠N̷̯̭͇͒͑̿͋͊͜͜͝O̶̧̡̤̻̙̰͖̗̺̲̟̞̙̞̟̍̀͊͊͠ ̴̧̨̢̘̙͇̬͍̬̻̫̜̏̏͛̈́̀̓͠Ṅ̸̡͚̰̹̤͇̣͔͚̩́̚Ǫ̶̗̟͈̥̬͇̜̦̬̻͓̩̙̈́ ̴̛͚̝̙̜̳͉̙͔͇͈̘͔̮͓̥͊̓̽̅͑̌̚̚N̷̢͈̤̹̼̓̌̒̈́̀̑̆͋͝ͅÖ̷̬̹̲́̔͘͜ ̸̧̪̟̙̺̠͈̫͎̱̌̚N̸̦͉̭̻̎̒̃Ơ̴̢̛̜̳̥̭̤̰̙̈͛̅͑̿̐͛͝ ̷̡̨̟͇͇͈̦̰̺̭̩͔̐͗̅̎̓̏̌̒͠͠N̵̨̦͉̼̗̞̭̜̱̊̈́͑̍̅͘̚͘͜͝ͅǑ̵̙̹̫̪̗͔̻͈̰͑͂͐͂̽͐͊͊̾̓̐̈́͠ ̵͙̩̝̝̪͉̥̗̟̮̍̾̓̈́̽̿̌͘͝N̵̖̲̺̗̱͓̫͖̫͎̉̀̌̐̆͜ͅǪ̵̲̞̜̗̣̪̙̝͑̈́̒̈́̓͒̽͆͐ ̶̘̠͒͒́̏͝Ņ̵̡̛͎̮̟̹̝̞͇̳̙͉̘͓̒̈́̈́̽̽̉͗̉̿͗̊Ȍ̴̧̧̧͖͓͎̤̟͜ ̵̢͎̭̥̤̝̟̝͈̥͍̝͕̽͜N̷̩̬͊̒̅̀̌͊̎͛̀̿̀͠͝O̴̢̧̡̱̜̘̖̹̒̃̐̊͂̕͝ ̵̱̲̂̾͆N̴͎͉͔̰͔͈̮͇̩̱̈͒͗̈́͜͝O̶͔̣̟̯͚̣̬̟̫̎̏͌̐̿͌̓̏͋͆̓̔͘ ̸̨͖̞͔̰̣̲̂̈́̐̋̀̏͊͋̈́͊͌̓͂͝͝N̴̛͙̓͗̒͐̏́̊̊̆̆̈́͘͝Ò̶̧̧͔̭̩͔̳̤̲̈̑̀͊ ̷̬̤̰͗̒Ņ̵͔̗͔̟͖͈̤̊̍̆Ǫ̸̧̛̯͈̞̥̟͈̪̜̼͓̱͈̺̔̏̉̀̀̂̎͋̈́̌͆͠ ̴̫̈́̔̈́̊́̓͆͘N̶͉͓͇̯̫͈̓̽̀̉͐̀̍̽̒̕͜͝Ő̴͇̟̗̤̘̫̜̿̾͊̾̾̌̾̈́͝ͅ ̶̢̢͈̜̟̳͖̰̭̅͂̈́͋̀̎̄́̍̽́͐͠͝N̸̛̩̬̰͚̟̠̟̝͐̔̾́̿͗́̎̅̐̅͘͠͠ͅO̷̢̺͈̦͇͍͔̫͎̠̲̼̲͇̻͆̌̈́͌́̌͋̍͊̌̍́͘͠ ̵̟͎̟̪̹̲̜͈͕̝̰̊̽̈́͐̔͂̋̃́̀͠͠N̵̡̮̩̜̩̙̼͕̾̿̒̆̏̚͝Ǫ̸̧̠̺̥̹̘̳̓̔͜ͅ ̶͕͕̜̟̤͙̗̹̝̙̈́͆̄̅͂̏̕͘͜N̴̛͉̥̱̮̞̽͋̄̐̎̈͂̀̔͝͝Ǫ̶͙̹͔͓͙̖͚̈́͊̈́̏͑̄͆͊͂̾̍̽̚͠ ̷̨̨̥̹̤͔̜̮͙͎̂̽́̀̈́̌̾̄̌̾̈́͂̐̕͠N̸̢̯͔̪̤͎͈̉̿̎͜͝͝Ǫ̸͈̗̜͈͚̦͇̙̱͍̞̬̰̭̈́̎͛̌̽͑͝ ̴͓͖̹͇̌̇͑̉̓̒̑͌̕͝͝͠N̵̢̠͓̫̭̦͕̥͛̑͛̈́̏̒͛̚͠Ǫ̶̨̱͙͚͎̭͈͈̮͕̜̮̖̌͛̑́̊͌ ̷̢̿̀̐͒̂͠Ň̶̳̻̊̒̽̉̓͒̔̓̑̎̚̚͝Ö̸̺̣͙͉̼̺̫̙̣͔̇̏̌̓̅̐̈́̊͌͌ ̴̡̼̠͎̯̝̲̾̾̈́ͅͅN̶̡̧̢͙͕̺̣͚̠͖̹̫͖͓͈̓̆̈́͐̃̚Ơ̵͚̒̒̇̍̒͋̎͆͝ ̷̧͈̹̭̤̱̹̼͙̙̟̪̪̑͊̐̋̓̈́͂͘͜͝N̷̡͍͔̻̲͚͉̝̳͜͝͝O̴̜͔̞̟̩̒̓̍̈́̏̄̾̽͠ ̷̨̡̝̲̤͕͕͍̺͇͔͋̚͝Ņ̸͉̰̥͎̭̰͖̻͈̫̓̈́̽͆̑̎̌̉̑̾͂̅̋͘̕͜O̶͚̹̠̺̣̫͙̻̱̓ ̴̧̗̗͙̩̪̟͔͓̥̓͒̃̉̇͝N̶̮̪̲͙̈́O̵̮̪̦̿͛́̄̔͑̈́̏͂̎̾͐̇͘͝ ̵̡̲͙̥̬̥̥͓͖͍͗N̶̨̨̨̝̹̫̔̿́͒͐̈̐͠O̸͙͓̬͖̗̰̝̗̓̂̀͗̄̀ ̵̧̢͎̦̪̬͐͒̓̊͋̾̈͘͝Ṇ̶̛̛̛̻͍̺̪̞̱̘̈́̃͂̈́̓̓̔̂̈́̽̈́̕͜O̷͈͎͎͖͐̀̔̓̄̏͒͗̀͐͋̓̇͋ͅ ̴̺̮̲͍́̆͂̈̍N̵̖̼̜̻͚̻͐̾̂̊͗̿̎̅̌̈́̓̔̕͘͝ͅO̸̝͐̃̐̀̒͌̈́̕ ̵̧̮̗̗͉̦̍͗̒̌͠N̴̛̼̞̘̙̬̪̖͎͍̹͗̔̓̾̅̈́͂̓͒̏̎̍͝ͅO̷̭̳̘̟̪̽ ̸̨̢͕̰̮̭͖͕̻̱̜̲̞̺͛͗̔Ņ̵̡̛͕̱̳̗̣̭͚̼̆̀̆̋̈́̚͝Ǫ̸̞̰̻̰̲̤̠̋̍̄́̈́̄̀͝ ̷̨̥̹̲̒̌̈̏̈N̵̛̻̠̜̼̪̦͙͇̆̉Ó̸̢̖͚̰̞̫̭̫̖̞̞̩̥̠̌͛͂ͅ ̴̱̱̺̜̖̬͌̏̑͊͆̓̄N̵̡̼̹̣̮͍̈́̎̑̆́̾͐̈́͗͌Ơ̶̜̪̯̜̰̟̖̙̺̣̤̗̱͕͊̇͑̅͊̈́͊̍͆̚ͅ ̸̢͈̘̻̜̺̯̻̥̜͖̈̅̆́̀̀̀̆̍̿̕̚Ñ̶̬̙̣̀̔͊̀̽̐̚Ơ̴̧̠̹͙̝̜̱͇͉̠̣̣̑͛̄̀̈͗̉̈͑̊̓͝ͅͅ ̵͇͎̟̠̄́N̵͍̘̻͙̪̰͗̾̌́̾͊̽͂̕Ơ̶̳͖͊͌̏͆̊̆́͐͘ ̸̲̲̻͛N̵̡̨͎̩̤̗̬̘̩͙̬͎̲̤͖̑̏̃̎͗̄̋̕̚͝O̸̧̨̢͓̾̍͆̽͆̊̓̿͊̽͆̕͜͜͠͠ ̵̧̳̙̄̅̋́̆̍̉̄͒͒̚͘N̷̨͎̰̙̭̬͎̻̫͆͂͊̇̆̓͠Ŏ̷͕͉̻͎͕͑̆͛́̅̄̈͆͊̆͝ ̶̹̞̲͙̝͙͋N̵̮̺̥͓̳͌͗̄̇̏̈́̈́̔̚͝O̴̠̒͌ ̷̡̡̪͇̟͇̣͛͊͑̄͛́̌̈̉͊͗͘͘N̴̥͚̤̻͇͐̓̓̌͛̿O̴̢̰̼̠͉̾́́ ̶̞̩͇̰͔̜̤͇͇̝̣͕̱͆̊͗̆̌͛̎̀̊̚̕͘̕͘͜͝N̵͇̟̞͎͈̘͍͛̇̈́͆̈̾̄̎̎̍́̚͠O̷̰̪̠̹͋̅͊͋̓͝ ̸̼̱͓̭̥̰̾͐N̸̗̹͙̱͈͉̾͐̈́́̆̂Ǫ̶͈̝͈͓̼̲̦͉̀̈́̋͒͌͌̒̓̽̀̀̿̌ ̶̘͈̩̳̳̞͔̹͚͙̹͌̈́͛͜N̵̼̬͉̼̪̖̳͕̲̙̺͒̄̓̊ͅƠ̴̧̨̧͚͚͓͈̗͉͕͗͂̈́ ̸͇̻̞̲͚͖͚̮̼͖͙͇̗̯̞͗̀̋͂N̷̗̘̍̈́̅͗̎̑̀͆̋͠O̴͇̺̻̰̦̺̦̝̻͕̎̇̈̋̏̄̀͊̿̑͛̓̿͠ ̷̧̨̡̡̖͚͕̟̹̝͕͉̀̎͘N̶̖̪̞̏̓̆̈́́̀̆͋̿̕͝͝ͅO̷̢̢͈͔̰̯̰̣̙̲̬̾͆̈́̈́̊͋̕̕ ̵̨̡̠͇̱͕̅͋̇́̋̔͊Ǹ̴̨̛͓͉̖͓̪͇̈́̈́̄̎́͒͘̚͝O̸̧̧̼̬̮͔̩͉̙̟̾̈́͗͐́̈͑̀̈́̈́ ̵̞͉͙̠͔͖̬͉̦̜̯̊̋̀͛̑͒́̿N̴͍͓̜̞̙͗̋͌̀̐̍͆̎̾͂̒̀̓̕̚Ǫ̷̡̥̗͍̝̳̗̖̥̖͍̒̐́̋͊̍́͆̚ ̷̨̨̧̣̱̯̞̖̤͔͇̄̐͝Ṅ̴͚͇̹̈́͛͊̿̎͝͝O̴͕̍̃͂͝ ̴̧̛̜͚̹͎̝̼͇̝̺͛́̈́̅̆̀̄̌͠ͅN̸͇̺̮̺̭̠̜͓͍̗͇̲̠̹̄͜Ỡ̷̭̯̜̥̰̬̗̑͊́̂̅́̉̈͘͠ ̶̢̩̩͙͎̰̊͆̊̃̀̑͗̈́͘Ǹ̶͍͂͛̈̽̈̇́̃͊̒͌Ö̶̤̤̫͇̺́̀̃̆̎͒̍̽̔͋̿ ̷͎̥̭̦̦͈͉̜̱̇Ñ̴̩͙̮̞̦̬́ͅƠ̷̗̯͈̥̩̬̯͔̫̜̣̦̘͜ ̷̻͈̼̖̼̌̓̑̒́̓̆͋̌̇͘͜N̵̘̲̘̥̄̕O̷̡̧͇̮̣̖̫̲̲͖̯̕ͅͅ ̶̨͕̭̪̟̭͠Ń̴̥͖̝̼̇̾̈́͌͒̃͒̾̚Ợ̶̊̋̈́̎͂̀ ̸̰̟͋̊͗̓͂̓̈̌͂̂̄͘͝N̵̡̧̦̦͔̥͈̲̹̗̽͛͒̌O̶͉̾̈̒͒̾ ̸͇͙̥̥̹͇̣͇̬̺̋N̴̛̛͍͕̺͎̒͂̄͋̈́́̾̔̋̍͘͜͝Ǫ̶̢̹̥͇͖̣̥͋̓̈́̀ ̶̢̭͚͈̠̻̰̫͍̏͆̀̓͒̆͌͋̄͒̿̃̊̕͘Ṋ̷̭͕̫̹̲̪̲̫͓͈͎̇̏͂͗͆͐̅̀͝ͅǪ̷̌̇̂̚ ̸̡̧͚̼͍̞̹͎̺͙̗͖̙̘̹̋̂̚̚͝N̸̡̗̱̞̗͓̘̏̾̌͐͗͂̓ͅO̶̢͈̪̹̰̭̹͔̘̫̠̟̖͇̒̈́̂͒̈́̎̿͛͐̃́̽͠͝͠ ̸̗͇͚͍͙̦̣̥̖̓͆̔̿̓͂̃̓̄̿̈̕̕N̷̡̨̨̧͇͚͍̖̪̱̂͌̈́̓Ǫ̴͖͚̱̣̫̍̄ ̸͙̳̤̰̥̿̇̏̏̓͠͝N̵͎̫̈́̾́O̸̲̦͉̺̗̯̥̟̼͌͆̔̀̾͂́͜͠ ̸̧̢̺͕̥̄́̾̊̕N̵̥̪͎͔̣̝̫̯̽̈́́͊͌͆̄̚O̴̯̬̬̲̠̘̩̻͌ ̴̭͉̹͍͇̉͊̕̚Ñ̶̨̯̩̜̩̰͗͛́̚͘͜O̷̡̯̹̭̩̮͙̖̳̽̎͜ͅ ̶̨̡̱̤̘̬̗̠̫̣̜̊̓̆̇̍̃̓Ņ̸̠̖̗͓͎̲̺̑̄̌̐̓̊͂̊̈́̚͝͝Ŏ̴̰́̄̿̇́͆̀ ̸̡̢̼̳̼̟̭̞̣͖̍̒̓̿̽͑͋͠Ṉ̷̻̟͍͊̋̍̆̎̏̈̓͝Ö̸͚͕̙̝̖̂̓̒̃̾̅̇̽̃͒̈ ̶̦̠̳̟̲̻̭̋̅́̌̌̋̏͝N̸͙͖͖̠̲͙̯̲̲̤̺̆̿͌̏̉͒̋̿̑̏̐̚Ò̷̖̟̖̍͛̐̎͌͊̈̕͝ ̴̝̮̫͈̣̞̣̰̰̄̀̆̑̎̆̽͋̋̂́̈́̎̀̉ͅN̸̢̛̠̳̻̠̺͖̘͓̙̘̹̲̯̈́̅̍̈͛̾̀̒͑̔̊̈́̕͝O̷̫̖͕͆̉̏̕ ̴̛̫̈́̇̽̐̎̔̈́N̷̨̮̊̂̽̑̆̅̄̇̀̅̈́̏͝͝O̴̡̦̯̰̠̤̬̒͜͝ͅ ̸̨̡̖̗͇̺̺͔̬̜͖̹̂̓̉̄̃̾̈̚͝͝ͅN̴̛̛̛̠͉̺̤͎̰̤̉̆̽́́͐͒̕̕Ờ̷̡̗̖̞̠͚̆͊͐͋̀́̏͑̓̽̂̕̕ ̵͙̗̭̺̻̠̯̦̋̔͛͝͝ͅͅÑ̷̨̖̖̇̓̓̍̏̽̏͌Ơ̴̼̮̱̰͔̞͎͇̏̃͋͋͒͑͛͂̈́̒̅͝ ̵̢̨̡̤̣͎̖͚̣͖͓̞̯͉̀̉N̴̥̮̬̦͎͚̑́͒́̎͋͂̈Ǫ̵̛͇̖͇͍͇̹̀̿̽̈̍̎̌̆̌̌̕͘͘͘ ̷̤͙͍͔͔̻̟͙̬͌̊͒̔̆̀͛̑̽̿̒̕̕ͅN̸̝͔͒̊̃̉̍̔͊̏̈́̓̊̚͝͝͠Ő̵̧̦̤̫̙̬̲͐͝ ̵͉̥̓̃́̾̓̀̓̉̂̚Ṉ̵̺̰̠͙͕͍͆̋͑̔̃̊̾̍̀̏̕͘͝͝͝O̷̧͈̼̝͎̘̫̰̬͈̮͕̹̠͎̓ ̴̙͓̲̜̒̌̈́͌̄̀̔̍N̷̛͖̤̋̉̓̓̃͒̿̌͒͊̆̈́̿Ọ̴̧͔̝̥͋͒͋̑̒̽̾̑ ̵̨̠̱̲̓Ǹ̴͖̅͊̋̈͑͌̾̚͝O̴̢͎̱͚͛ ̵̛͓̙̙̘̩͙͙̝̻̪̺́̀͑̆͜N̸̹̻̦̼̲̜͕̺̣̥̭͌͋̊̎O̴̜͍̣̙͓̫͇͊͑͋̀̔͗̿̒͌̇̋͝ͅ ̸̢̯̩͉̣͈̤̥̲̕͜͝Ṇ̸̝̖̼̱̆̈́̉́̍̓͆͊̅̉̃͑̌̒͝Ȏ̵̧̢̗̦͉͙̫̲͐̀̐̈̒ ̷̱̒N̷̺̻̝̪͖̳͉͕̻͐̀͛̎̌̆̄̐̊̂͂̑̌͘͜O̴̳̎̆̍͑͐̄̌̈́́̐́̎̀̚͝ ̸̥͔̘͉̘̠̆̍̐̇̒͜N̸̛̂̀̂̊̂̏̊̂̑̚̕͠͝ͅǪ̵̡̯͚͙̯̙̗̬͚̜̑̽͊̓͛̍̋͊̋̓͊̑̋̕ͅͅ ̴̨̲̲͂̌̊͗́̎͑̓͌͠N̵̮̣̜̈́̐̓̂̅̿̈́̉̄͛̏͂́̑͝Ơ̶̛̦̲̘̩̰̙̑́͆̾͜ ̸̧͔̻̖̻̮̒̂͐̐N̴̘͎̥̆̂͒O̴̧̧͈̫̞̣̟̭̠̻͐̾̈́̅͗͘̕͝ ̵̖̂N̸̨͇̱̺̅́̽͂̅̑͗̆͊͝O̵̧̡̠͉̹̍̊͐͗̉̇́͐̈́͘͠͝ ̶̰̱̪̯͙͗͜N̶̯̱͕͙̭͌̂̉̐̇͑̑̀͐̋̕Ö̸̤̬́̅ ̷̩̐̃̏͛͝N̷͎̦̬͇̈͑̔͛͆͆̒̍̐͗͐̂̉̆͜͝O̷̟͖̖̱͎̳͍͗̿́́̂͑̓͊̌̇͆̿̕ ̶̢̫͕͍̻̥̀͒̑͛͘͝N̵̢̳̥̞̖̠͉̯̽̃̓̈̋̓̅̉̓͘Ơ̸̢̼̟͔̣̪͔̗̹̬̗̈́̿̃͑͛̇ ̶͕̹̺̻̬̙̭͚͙̝̪͑̈́̀̿̆̀̈́͐̿̅̆́͝N̴̢̲̯͔̏͊̋͑̏̽̊̂̑̃͐̏̽O̸̧̫̝̝̭͇͉͍̗͇͈̮̰͑̊̈́͗̈́͜ ̷̰͔͈̺̲͍͆̅̊̈́̇̈́͂̓͜͝Ṉ̴̨̩̹̗̞͈͌͑̓̋̋̏̈́̀̎͆̐̍̄̚͝O̴̜̝͉̫̥͖̭͔̤̽̄̀̑͂̚ ̶̨̢̛͔̟̫̞̼̪͈͈̯̥͚̠͜N̸̛̮̤̩̦͎̤̤̦̬̆̐͆̀̒͜Ȏ̸̞̗͚́̊̾̿ ̵̮͖̩̗̥͙̝̈́̈́̑́N̸͉͖̯͖̣̻͖̞̬̠̖̲̯̩̓̈́̈́̏͊̿͛̅͒͝͝O̸̳̐̃̈́́̆̅͒̾̑̈́͋̓̚ ̷̨͈̬̖̬̇̿̔̔̇̒̚Ņ̶̫͉͍̫̫̼̰͕̮͎̯̍̊͌͑̆͝͠ͅͅÔ̵̧̥̤̩̮͓̣̱̖̘ ̷̨͕͓̙̑͛̇͋͜͜ͅN̶̢̡̺̫̮̳͈̼̳͓͚̓̍̎̄͛͒̽Ọ̷̤̪̥́̃͋̀̇̚ ̸͙͎̖̝͔̬͍̩͈̟̣̫͉̞͍̇̕N̷̡̛̲̥̜̲̟̩͖͊̅̉́͒̋̎̚͝ͅȌ̷́̇̒̓͊̐̈́͊̎̏̑ͅ ̸̞͔͙̺͝N̸̟͚̝̙̜̅̈́̌̀͗̽̿͂̓̈́̕͜͠͠O̴͕̝̊͛̏͝ ̶͖͇̟̝̳̤͉̮͙́̃̄͂̋́ͅǸ̷̡̗͔̱̰̗̞̽̑̅͆̽̍́̿̒̑́Ơ̵̡̨̨̨̛̜̫͖̜̰̯̫̱͗̉̃͂́̌̀͝͝͝ ̴̨̨̣̥̬͓̮͍̣͙̥̀̊̊̂̊̀̽̇̌͗̽̅̕N̵̻̞̯̈́͛̽͌̾̅͂̏̔͆͝ͅO̸̰͔̲͒̌͝ ̶̙̝̭̆̃̽̃͆̀̈́̚͜N̵̢̟̞̩̼͙̳̞͙̩̦̥̗͆̔Ò̵͖͓̦͓̟̫̙̮͉̘͓̦̞̗̖̆͠ ̵̞̞͕̃̒̂́̌̚N̶̙̿͑̀̉̓̓̓͝Ō̶̪̤͕̣̜̗͕ ̶̡̲͓̙͙̖̞̜̙̭̠̜̮͇̈́̂̾̑̆̋͋̏̌̕͝͝͝N̸̨̫̳̤̗̲̫͒O̴̢̭̝̳͓̮̼̮͈͖͕̟͋̿͊͛͌̚ͅͅ ̶̨̛̟̮̻̝̪̥͍̓́̐N̶̦̱̙̣͎͔̝̣̖͇̆͗̈͛͐̐̿͆̓̇Ǫ̸̼͓̯͕͓̝̅ ̶͖̱̜̻̩̱͇͋͌̔̀͆̍͝N̴͕̝̫̙̒̑̓͋̀̎́̚͝O̵̫̟̫̯̝̟̣̳̾̽͑͋͌̍̿̚͘ ̷̼̙̳̗̣͓͈͛̾̏̈͌̏͜Ṅ̷̡̝̰̰̥͓̼̟͈̖̙̇͋̎̓̊͜͜͝Ơ̵͈̞̘̞̣̲̹̻͇͉̬͈̽̆̈́͆̌̿̎͝ ̷̢̣͉͕͙̬̹̙̖̲̠̝͂̐̎͊̑̾̃́Ṋ̸̨̧̼̬̟̱̙̞̰̺̼̝̃̀̌̌͐͋́̇̋̍̈́͝Ơ̸̛̤̫̞̳͙̣̮̩̹̠̮̹̥͈̄̒͆̐͛̎͜ ̵̧̛͓̥̺͚̮̘̗͇̂̆͜ͅN̷͎̈͌͐̅͑͛̀̌͆̈Ö̶̧͚̻̞̟̼̜́͗̀͐́̇̾͋͂̿̈́̽́͠ ̵̩̮̪̪͔͓̙̟̞̻̲̃̇̍͌ͅŃ̴̫̊͆͋̈̓̏͒̂͌̈̂̑͛͝O̷͓̻̟̞̳͖̓͒̕ ̴̹̭̤͎͍̱͕̦͉͂̒ͅN̸̨̦̦̜̯͉̼̝̜̐́̇Ơ̴̙͈̖̾̒̀̉͆̾̋̏́̚̚͝ ̷̡̛̟͈̠̣͓͙͗̇̒̉̕N̶̯͗̂͋̀Ơ̸̗̱͈̪͉̣̘̻͎̎͆́̓͐̐͋̾̈́̌̚͠ ̸̛͙̠̜͓̪̻̀́̾̎̅͆̂͠ͅŅ̶̡̮̺̯͉̩̳̮̯̜̌̚Ơ̵̲͐̿̽͌̀̄͠ ̷̢̼͈̥̟͕̥̩̠̭̖̼̩̱͕̿̍́̀͂̕Ṅ̶̡̝̺͕̰͕͙̟͙̅͆̅̀̕ͅȎ̵̹̲̩̮̳͉͉̘̥͙̟̺̠͍̪́̔́̀̊̈́̏͂̾͆́̈́͠ ̶̧̨̧̲̙̟͎̼̠͈͙͚̩͂͛̾̇̄̈́̿̿̀̅̂̅̚̕͜Ṅ̷̨̛̜͚̦̟̳̂͊͋̂̔͋̽̃̆͋̚̚͝Ǫ̵̨̺͍͓͖̙͙̻̙̤͖͕̲̿̾̎̿͊͋́͐̓ ̸̨͌͛̐̍̌͒̒͛̆́͊͆̈́Ṋ̶̨̹̥͚̤̥͈̺̭̗̘̂̏̀͊͗̔̾͛̓̒͋͘̚͜͜͝O̶̤̫͛͋̋͛͠͝ ̵̳͙̟̗͎͠ͅŅ̴̘̥̺̃̋͛̉̂̌͛̆̈́̐͐̀͊̕͠Ơ̸͕͔̤̹̊͗̿̇̐̊̽̒͆̑̐̚͘͜ ̵̩̳̬͍͈͖͖̐̈́͊͌͛̽̕N̸̫̘̣̙͚͔̉̓̅̓̾̎̀̓͐́̚̚̚͜O̴̧̨̞͕̖͕̜͍͎̹̔̋͂̎̉̋̊̍̇̈ ̶̨̧̫̳̻̯̥̞͗͒̍͊̕Ņ̸̨̞̪̥̩̼̩̟͍͇̘̭̞̹̎̅̇̓̂̈́͑̂̽̿̏͛̉̊Ơ̵̠̻̱͎̝̜͚̞̹͖̻̗͚̾́́͛̽͒́̈͆̈́̔͑͜͝ ̷̨̢̬̮̗͑̔̏̆̌̎̾̀͘͠͠N̵̦̿̽̏̏Ǫ̶̨̨̡̢̡̛̱͓͔̙̻͉͈̜̺̑̑̐͠ ̷̨̡̧̣͇͍̜̗̗͍̻̤̟͒̆̓̀̐̚̚N̸̛͎͉̗̣̪̻̖̭̫̱̓̊̋̔͗̉̃͆̽̀̽̄̿O̸̧͍̠͈̳̱̤̹̬̙̖̮̙̊̓̐͝ ̴̡̡̛͈̣͚͔͇̼̗̮̼̐̿͆̍N̶̻̾̅̓̔̅̆̕͝O̵̧̺̺͔̫̠̬̩̻͊͐̈̋̉̾̈̎̄̋͗̈́̒͘͜͝ͅ ̸͓́̽̓̊̒̓̍͒͋̉͝͝Ṉ̵̒͘͝O̵̧̰̮̫̜̺̺̼̼̼͉͖̮͈̒͒̿̇̍͒̽̉̅͗̿͘͠͠ ̴̢̢̩͙̖̼̝̠͈̍͋̀N̵̦̘̖̱̯͍̼̍̍̎̑͗͝Ǫ̴̼͓̪̗̝̤̰̊̅̈́̀̐̚͜ͅ ̷̨̢̭̺̱͕̞̖̭̺̝͉͇͇͑̉͒̓̆͋͂̇̄̋̚͘͝N̴̨̯̼̲̜̩͔̺͖̊̉́͗͑͘̕Ő̸̧͙͔̗̻̹̮̣̀̐́̈́̈́̆̈́̕ ̷͍̟̪̖̑̂̉̃́͊̔̚Ņ̸̧̣̳͔̯͎̳̻̟̼͎̪͎̤̓̌͝Ȏ̷͈̺͔̝̊̂̽̏́͌͋̏͊̍̋̐̏͐ ̶̙̟͕͎͈͙̻̰͙̺̬̻̔́̈́̾͋̏͐͝N̶͈̪̳͕̜͍̞͙̍͛̈́̌́̚Ǫ̶͉̫̺̙̱̣͕̠̤̱̰͖͎̐͐́ͅ ̷̢͈̇͂̑̈̿̉̈́̀͆̋̏͆͛̍͘N̷̪͈̦̙̹͎̭̄͐̍̀̊̚͝Ơ̴̧̡̨͔̜̜͍͙̘͈̼̮̈̏̓̈́̅̋̌ ̶̧̦̯̦̝͇͉͉̻̦̰͓̳̊̀̏̓́̑͂̋̎̓͂̿̕͘N̷̹͉̬͇̝̩͉̜̲̰͍̭͗̄O̴̡̖̞̘̰̐ ̸̡͇̩̜̯̺̌̆́̓̍͂̐N̷̛̝͍̦͎̆͆̊́͑̀͌̅̀Ơ̷͔͙̊͆̃͛͑̑̈́́͌́͗͛ ̴̧̝̯͈̰͖̂̀̈͑̈́͑͋̓͊̆͒̉̌̚͜͝Ń̶̗̰͚̞̖̽Ǫ̸͔͚̘͚̰̜͉̩̲̬͎͌̏̓͐̇̽ ̷͔̖̋̊Ņ̶̥̟̰͉̯̠̭̦̫͚̠̈̽̂͐ͅO̴̻̭̰̞͙̬̗͑̏̄͗̔̌̍̈ ̸̛̛̼̪̼̱͎̣̖̮̗̻͍̞͈͑͆͆̾̐̈̚͜ͅN̸̨͉͖̳͇̜͖̟̖͇̠͗̿͒͒̇̿͜Ơ̷̢̨̟̝̯̩͔̻̟̬̟͛̇̌̉̎̈́̉̽̑̔̿͘̚͜͜͝ͅ ̶̧̖͍̮͚͙̭͍͉͐̏͊͆̔͗͋͌̂͌͘͘ͅN̷͕͔͕̮͍̘̈́̂͐̋̾͊̅̿̈́̂̈͂͘͝͝Ȏ̷̞̜͕̪̠͔̜̩͉̦̣͇͂̒̃̒̅͑̚̚ 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̴͎̖̥̮͙̪̦͙͌̍́͊̂̔̍̂̚͠ͅŅ̷̛̮̰̜͖̫͔̳̺̪̗̟̦͉͑̅̂̇̿̍̂̄̈́O̷̯͚̿̃͛̍̋̏͋̍͂̂͘͝ ̷̢̡͕̟̼̲̤̰̮̭̦̰̓̃̎̊̋́̇̌̓͐̓̉͑̀͜Ņ̴̧̨̨̛͚̪̖̬̉̚͝O̸̧̢͔̟̰̹̻̲͓̟͉̦̐͗͌ͅ ̴̤̘̱̪̰̱͑̇N̷̨̞̻̙̳̼͎͙̘̞͚̈̏͗̀̏̉̌̋̋̽̐͘͠Ȯ̵̧̰̘̪̖̹̤̭̣͒̍̑̈́̑͂̾̅͛̎ͅ ̷̡̨̖͍͎̤͆̇̈N̷̡̙̻̺̖̟̦̞̬̤̬̗̈́̿̄̈́̊͠͝O̸̧̳̖̪͛͆ ̷̡̢͖̪̙̖͉̟̫͓͍̱̍͊̇̂͛Ņ̷̨̬̲̗͗̓̆̅́̕Ó̷̜̼̿̈́͛ ̸̝͕̣͙͕̭͎͚̹̺̻͙͇͋̚͜N̸̢̬͙̘͛Ǫ̶͇̮̥̯̙̅̋͛͗́̋́͘͝͝ ̵̢̢̨̢̲̭̙̗̘̻̙̼̳͋͒̈́̈̒̓͐̋̉͒͂͗͝͠ͅͅŅ̵̛͖̪̠̳̪̞͓̳̱̳̺͐̍̈̋͒̽̐̓̾͊̓͝Ò̵͍̻̣͚̐̑̊̀͌͗̔̚͝ ̸̨̧̡̦͓̣̖̫̇͒͘N̶̢̠͙̥̹̼̗̯͇͔͉̑̔̐̒͗̕Ǫ̷̗̺̤̫̣̻̣̘̾͆͗ ̶̛̛̦̰̼̬̫̫̖̠̾͛̉͑͌̽̋̍̃͛͠͝Ņ̷̛̠̘̮̰̘̗͎̣͊́̓̿́̃́̋͝Ö̵̢̝̣̝͙̺̥͖̼̐̈́̉̾͐͆̄̓ͅ ̸̨̡͇̗̜̗̞̬̤͔̲̦̀̓̅͆̀̅̓̌̓̿͠Ň̸̡̞̯̰͍̭̼̤̜͇͗͝Ó̵̼̰̖͕͖̂̾̄̈́ ̵̧͚̗̹̳̲́͂̓̃̐̀͛̃̂͐̎͠͝N̸̨͓̲͖̮͕͈͉̤͍̮̗̪̻̤̔̏̊͝O̸̻͍͇͈̟̙̝̅̊͆̔͐̈͋̈́̚ ̴̝͂̈͐͑̕͝͝N̶̢̡̰̯̻͈̹͎̺̱̣̫̣̲̍̊̊̀̊͜O̴̡̜̮̯͔̩̗̼̥̣̽̑̿̂͘͜͠͠͝ ̷̧̝̖̫̹̟͎̺͈̳̖̟̱̿̄̆͒̓̿̂̐̇̒̄ͅN̸͈͐͒͘Ȍ̶̱̻̩̩̈́̉̓̔̏̈́̌̈́̓̿̒̇ ̸̬̐N̶̜̲͍͚̯̾̽͆͘͜O̸̧̧̧̢̼̠̮͚̤̯̹͑̏̓̌͌̈́̉̾̈́̆͘͝͝ ̸̟̪̩͂̆̽͐̿̐͝N̸̫̰͚̞͗O̶̢̧̨͚͔͕̹͂͌̋̉̎͒̓͠ ̷̙̤̞͙̪̫̘̩̗̜̌̓̊̈́͗̉̚͝ͅṈ̵̗̹͖̥͕̼̘̝̘̹̍̓̆̓͘Ȯ̴̹͐̈́̋͐̕ͅ ̴̻̘͘Ň̵̨̠̳̟̘͚̗͍̖̟̖͆͗̎̐̂́̂Ŏ̶̧̟̗̟͚̭̫̘͓͓͎̝̫͍̈́̿̉̎͗͐͂̈́̓̕͠ͅ ̴͚̘̯̙̤͙̍͋͑͗̑̆͗̓̏̎͘͠͝ͅŅ̷̯̯͚̬̀́̒͜Ǫ̴̛̛͍͈̞̠̟̝͉͙̲͈̠̳̙̋̑̍̄̑̓͂̀̈̔

I screamed as I woke up from a dream- or really a nightmare. My head felt like it was on fire, as I couldn't help but hold it, putting both of my boney hands on my horns, I waited until the pain went away. I groaned, as I got up off of the bed made out of silk and leaves, I put both of my feet onto the ground as it creeked due to my weight.

Aberrant: "What the hell was that...?"

I tried to remeber what my nightmare was, however I couldn't, it was like there was something stopping me from remebering. I sighed, as I gave up, I stretched out my arms as I heard some cracking sounds, I looked around the room I was currently using as my home. It looked really nice.

The floor was made out of smooth hard peach colored wood, and the walls were black in colour, but they had white lines running through them, these lines looked similar to that of vines, and the bed- oh lord the bed.

It was so very soft and comfortable that it felt like it was meant for a king!

Thick soft silk tied brown leaves together forming a nice blanket, and the bed itself was made out of pure wood and covered in a thick layer of soft silk. Overall, this bed was the best thing ever, I wished I had managed to sleep on it when I was still a simple creature...

I noticed that there was a door on the right side of the room, out of curiousity I walked up to the door and then pushed it. I expected it to simply open with a push, however it did not, I pushed it again and it still did not move, getting a little angered at this point, I pushed the door with more power, causing the door to creak and eventually- Oh, it broke.

The broken door layed flat on the floor as I walked over it.

Aberrant: ".... I don't think anyone would miss that door... "

A glass mirror layed right in front of my vision as I ended up looking at it, I could see my full appearance, I gently put my hand onto my hard pale white face, as I felt my fingers go into my non broken eyehole, I groaned as I felt my fingers push up against my squishy flesh, I then pulled my fingers out of my eyehole.

Aberrant: "Never doing that again "

I then looked into the mirror once more, fully taking in this new appearance of mine... Personally, I liked this body more than my old one...

( The first image, and the adult vessel, the left eye is completely shattered, the second image shows how the shattered eyehole looks, however there are more cracks on the head. BTW, I own the second image, however the first image does not belong to me.)

Aberrant: "Someone must have done something to this body before I had gotten it... I wonder what it was though..."

I moved my hand across my hard black exoskeleton, it felt so cold, however when I felt my hand go over my joints then I felt warmth. This body was truly a work of art. The hard exoskeleton that covered my body would work as a form of armor, and my head was also protected by this hard skeletal armor, I clentched my fist.

' I think I spent enough time here ' I thought in my head as I turned around and walked out of that room, moving past my bed I opened another door leading into the main room. From the main room I would then leave the house, taking a breath of the cold air I made my move to try and leave this place.

Steam came out of holes located on my sides as I walked around, searching for a possible exit to this place. I managed to find another tunnel, this one wasn't dark however, there were multiple gold and black lamps on the tunnels walls that glowed a faint blue color, walking inside of the tunnel I felt some grass crush underneath my foot. ' Grass? This place hasn't shown any form of grass before... Does this mean I'm getting close to the exit?! ' I was getting excited to finally leave this place, I started to walk faster and faster. Running down this tunnel, feeling the air push up against my skull and body, my blood was pumping through my body faster than ever.

Then there was clicking sounds all of the sudden.

I slowed down and looked around slightly confused, a sudden pain coursed through my chest as I felt some bits of my exoskeleton break, I took a step back and put my hand onto my chest as I started to panic ' W-what hit me? Who the hell is here with me- '.

A spider with a round head was charging at me, it seemed to walk on the air itself, its eyes glowed a menacing orange color as it gave out a roar, swinging one of its small sharp legs it hit me in the chest once again. I was too suprised to move, as I was sent back by the suprising power contained within its small claw.

I groaned in pain as I stood up and saw it advance once again, ' A... Spider? ' I thought as I saw the spider continue moving. Focusing more onto its legs, I saw that it was actually walking on thin threads...

Deciding to fight back, I raised my arms, the spider got closer and closer... And once it got too close I would reel my fist back and swing at it, however the spider dodged and then attacked me once more, this time hitting my right shoulder, causing cracks to run through it. I yelled out in pain as I put my other arm on my shoulder, as the spider planned to attack once again.

I roared loudly, as my voice echoed throughout the tunnel, the spider was frozen in suprise, I noticed its frozen state and then punched it in its face, one of the spiders eyes popped out as I growled in pain, the eye that was hanging out was leaking out a orange thick liquid, I grabbed the spiders leg and tried to snap it, however it resisted, using some of its other legs it stabbed into my hand.

Aberrant: " YOU!-"

Anger started to take control of me, as I slammed my fist into the spiders face three times, it made a low growl, as it weakly pulled up one of its legs, I grabbed the spiders head with my other arm and then slammed it into the ground causing its head to pop.

Orange blood, grey brain matter, and strings covered the walls of the tunnel as I fell onto my knee's, I slowly let go of the corpse of the spider and then put my left hand onto my right shoulder, feeling the deep cracks running through my right shoulder, I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be able to use it for a while.

Aberrant: "Shit..."

I cursed out loud as I weakly stood up, the attacks that the small spider delivered were very powerful, many cracks were on my exoskeleton as I limped forward. The chittering and skittering of the spiders came back, and this time it was louder, panic grabbed a hold of me, as I looked around everywhere. ' I-if another one of those spiders come... then I'm done for... ' Steam was once again released from holes located on the sides of my torso, releasing some of the trapped heat within my body.

I could see a light at the end of the tunnel, and as I moved forward I could see the light grow brighter and brighter, but as my hopes grew, so did my fear, multiple spiders were now making themselves known. Coming out of small holes they would crawl on the sides of the tunnels dirt walls, they were coming after me and very quickly.

I moved faster and faster as my body hurt more and more, I felt my foot hit a rock that was sticking out of the ground as I fell down, my head hit the ground as I felt my head hurt, I started to get up however my vision was blurry, I was then hit on the back causing more cracks to appear on my body. I screamed out in pain, as the spiders assulted me with attacks, they were ruthless and savage, their attacks seemed to go on for a long time, my body rolled across the ground as some black blood leaked out of my eyeholes.

Aberrant: " ... "

The pain...

It was unbearable...

My entire body was burning, and some parts of my body felt like they were being squeezed, it was hard to breath as well... Most likely some dirt getting into my breathing holes, on my chest there was multiple cracks, and shards of my exoskeleton were embedded into my muscles, causing a swelling pain.

I tried to stand up using my right arm, however the shoulder was so injured that it hurt even to move it. Using my left arm instead I managed to stand, the spiders were coming back, however this time they were moving much more slowly... they knew I would not be able to run.

I growled, they were looking down on me... I felt rage bubbling up in my hollow heart, as with sudden strength I stood up and dashed at the spider, the spider was suprised and had no time to react to the kick.

The spider hit the wall as its head exploded, the other spider would toss some silk into my face blinding me as it would then slice at my foot causing me to fall to the ground once again. I growled like a beast as I ripped the silk off of my face and then looked around, the spider was no where to be seen... It probably ran away, deeming me as not worth the risk.

I chuckled as I put my hand onto my chest, and then fell to the ground, blood pouring out of my body, automatically, my exoskeleton began to heal, as lines of dark purple and black flesh fixed my body slowly but surely, most of the minor wounds were fixed, being the missing exoskeleton pieces and the pieces of exoskeleton stabbed into my flesh.

However the cracks on my right shoulder, and the dirt trapped in one of my breathing holes, were not fixed... Due to exhaustion I fell unconscious...