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The door to the room your hiding in, slides open with a quiet hiss, Donnie stepping over the corpse of his latest victim to enter the room.
“you~ where are you, my precious mate~” Donnie croons, blood is splatter on one side of his face and coats his talons like a morbid nail polish. He uses his tentacles to lift up heavy machinery and rip open walls as he search for you, chirping and trilling for you the entire time. The fleshy appendages squirm around like they have a mind of their own, run over the ground and curling around corners to aid in the search for you. He gets more and more frantic the longer it takes to find you, his chirps and trills taking on a slight tinge of frustration and panic.
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