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D10 had been severely sick the past couple days. He had been coughing a lot and he had begun to get small cuts on his back. He thought nothing of it.

One night he woke up from a deep sleep. His back seared with unforgiving pain. He stood up, rubbed his eyes and went toward the bathroom for some pain pills.

At this point, the pain was too much for him to even make the short trip back to his room. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, tears welling up in his eyes. He breathed deeply. He felt something cut through his flesh on his back like butter on a hot knife. He screamed in utter pain, the adrenaline as he felt his flesh tearing again. A second, third, and a fourth time.

He tried to cry for help, but all that came out was laughter. A deep demonic laughter. He touched his face with his metallic hand, wiping the sweat off his face.

Diesel knocked on the bathroom door. "10 are you okay?" He asked.
The laughter continued.
Diesel was unsettled to say the least. He had never heard that laughter come out of 10s mouth before, let alone anyone else's. He opened the door quickly.

He was faced with a mangled D10. He was still alive, of course, but his back was mutilated, flesh dangling off and blood dripping. From these new wounds were four copper legs. They looked like a spider's legs, but were metallic and creaked when they moved.

10 laughed the wicked laugh again, scurrying at Diesel with his metallic limbs. Diesel slammed the door, locked it, and noped out of there.

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I like how his one turned out
twinkletoes-97

Description
D10 had been severely sick the past couple days. He had been coughing a lot and he had begun to get small cuts on his back. He thought nothing of it.

One night he woke up from a deep sleep. His back seared with unforgiving pain. He stood up, rubbed his eyes and went toward the bathroom for some pain pills.

At this point, the pain was too much for him to even make the short trip back to his room. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, tears welling up in his eyes. He breathed deeply. He felt something cut through his flesh on his back like butter on a hot knife. He screamed in utter pain, the adrenaline as he felt his flesh tearing again. A second, third, and a fourth time.

He tried to cry for help, but all that came out was laughter. A deep demonic laughter. He touched his face with his metallic hand, wiping the sweat off his face.

Diesel knocked on the bathroom door. "10 are you okay?" He asked.
The laughter continued.
Diesel was unsettled to say the least. He had never heard that laughter come out of 10s mouth before, let alone anyone else's. He opened the door quickly.

He was faced with a mangled D10. He was still alive, of course, but his back was mutilated, flesh dangling off and blood dripping. From these new wounds were four copper legs. They looked like a spider's legs, but were metallic and creaked when they moved.

10 laughed the wicked laugh again, scurrying at Diesel with his metallic limbs. Diesel slammed the door, locked it, and noped out of there.

_____

I like how his one turned out
twinkletoes-97