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Remember: everything Abomination 29 "At'n" says is made up.
A low, consistent clicking filled the air of the empty lab. The hybrid monster sitting in its tank, its tail tapping against the ground in a rhythmic fashion. It was a human song, on the scientists that made and tested on it listened to when they were still alive.
Had it been weeks or months? At'n lost track by now. Not caring to count the days. At least the humans, even if cruel, took care of ig. The xenomorphs, they didn't want it. They saw it as a freak, a monstrous hybrid that shouldn't exist. Or at least, that shouldn't exist unless their queen made it.
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