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Grey Dawn Breeze
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As you tip-toe your way to the tunnel, you begin to recognize the squeaking. Then your heart sank, as you realized what this squeaking is coming from, another Thing like you, only it does not fly, or make any loud noise other than the weak squeaking sounds. It does, however, bite, scratch, and all sorts of other unpleasant things that make you HATE it, as do many others. You approach the entrance into the chamber where IT is, and IT squeaks a squeak of alert, calling you to show yourself.
You hesitate, but decide it would be best not to make it suspicious of direct wrong-doing (much of which you'd love to do to IT). Between you and IT, there is a PUDDLE OF DRANK. Beyond IT there is another tunnel. The chamber is heavy with reverb! Each squeak drilling a little bit into your skull.
IT squeaks again, and you interpret the sound as IT wandering why you are there. You look at the puddle, and IT squeaks defensively.
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