The destruction of that first creature had been unexpected and unintended, and Canergak had found it disappointing and uncomfortably familiar. He and Dr. Grendel had returned to the asylum to rework their plan and their equipment when they heard the piercing shriek from the upper floor. They both made haste and found the staff gathered outside of Moundshrouds cell. Mr. Fade, Prof. Vartanian, Lisa, and many others gathered as the professor examined the subject’s condition.
Blood and salt water had continued to run down the pale mans bandages where his eyes had been. The mans very being seemed to be fluctuating as tentacles seemed to move beneath the mans colorless guant form.
“IT’S COMING!” Moundshroud shouted in a mixture of ecstacy and horror. He couldn’t even see the men who were watching him. “The embrace of the one who feeds my dark soul upon the abyss of night! HE COMES, HE COMES FROM THE DARK WOMB OF THE MASTER!!” His laughter was unstable, and utterly devoid of rational thought.
“He shall come soon from the waters to the south, and bring vengeance and chaos in his wake!!” What happened next was terrible, and those gathered shrieked and backed away as the man began to expand, his thin features now starting to swell as more tentacles filled his body. The man began to choke as they filled his neck and squeezed from within the man’s own skin.
There was nothing left but blood and several squid within a matter of moments. The silence of the now hot and uncomfortable hallway was broken only by the bouncing about of the struggling marine life.
Canergak eventually turned away and tried to think rationally. They would require another subject captured quickly to properly calibrate a device that could combat whatever was brought forth from the south. They could also try something that could hold them back long enough that their window of opportunity was closed or even disrupt whatever portal was formed. They had maybe minutes, though he hoped at least hours, to think of someway to combat or turn back whatever was coming or the city could end up like the puddle that had been Moundshroud which now stained the asylums floors.