“Dammit all to hell, Reo! Ain’t ya payin’ attention?” Edmund snarled, his patience wearing thin. He grabbed Reo by the shoulders, his claws digging into the fabric of his shirt as he shook some sense into him. “Get yer head…
The stranger flashed a wide grin, revealing a set of perfectly straight, gleaming teeth. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he leaned in closer, resting his elbows on the car’s window frame. More tendrils of pulsating flesh crept…
*Cegwitt’s tendrils quivered with excitement as Reo chose to side with the Fleshbeasts.* “Yes! He’s coming to us!” *The hive mind cheered internally.* Alex, head of security, grinned as he saw Reo clinging onto one of his kin. “Good choice,…
Alden smiled warmly as Reo took his seat, the plush, fleshy chair molding to his form like a lover’s embrace. “Indeed, it is. And you, my dear Reo, are the guest of honor. Our lord Cegwitt wishes to shower you…
Cegwitt’s eyes glinted with excitement at Reo’s words. “Excellent! I’ll make the arrangements. Alex, prepare a convoy for our dear Reo’s journey to the Ferelli’s territory.” Alex nodded, his muscles rippling as he moved with purpose. “Understood, sir. I’ll have…
The tendrils inside the Central Mansion seemed to whisper and shift, responding to Cegwitt’s thoughts. A plush, fleshy couch materialized in front of Reo, and he was gently laid upon it. A nearby wall opened up, revealing a well-stocked medical…
*Reo’s choice pleased the central hive mind, Cegwitt. It immediately instructed the Fleshbeasts to protect and guide him to the mansion.* “Good choice, Reo.” *A deep, resonant voice echoed in his mind.* “Let us get you to safety.” The Fleshbeasts,…
The Fleshbeast guarding Reo, a hulking figure named Gnakk, turned to the confused young man. “Aye, Fleshbeast be us. Cegwitt’s chosen warriors, protecting the precious cargo that be you, Reo.” Gnakk rumbled, his voice a deep baritone. His tentacles squirmed…
Markus grinned as Reo approached, pushing him behind the relative safety of a rusted dumpster. “Atta boy, kid. Stuck with you, not the freaks.” He turned to the fray, barking orders at his men. “Timmy, Vitelli, get the civvies to…
Alex nodded grimly, grabbing Reo’s arm and pulling him along as they sprinted down the chaotic street, dodging stray bullets and the occasional explosive tendril that burst from the writhing asphalt. The air was thick with the acrid smell of…