(Stylized text writing that reads "I AM UR MUMMY" on the wall
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(Stylized text writing that reads "I AM UR MUMMY" on the wall.:1.115) (rating_safe, sfw, score_9, score_8_up, source_photo, source_realistic, content_real:1.25). The sudden reverberating slam of heavy metal doors jolted the very foundations themselves awake with a growling, answering shudder. Shadows writhed alive in response as flickering emergency lights flickered fitfully back to life overhead casting sickly strobe-like pulses down into the pitch black bowels belowstairs. A figure emerged from the depths like a phantasma - tall and gangly-limbed, skin so pale it almost seemed to glow spectral in the eerie half-light. Lanky blonde locks dangled in greasy tendrils past gaunt, hollowed cheeks sunken deep into a face too angular and sharp-featured for anything approaching human. Those eyes though... those eyes. They were voids themselves, gaping abyssmal pits that seemed to devour light like ravenous black holes. A shriveled mummified hand suddenly thrust up through a rusted grate directly behind him, yellowed nails scrabbling futile against bars like an angry spider caught in a jar. Its papery thin skin stretched drum-tight across the jutting protuberances of bleached skull beneath, gaping toothless maw open wide enough to hear bones pop audibly as it snarl-squealed.
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(Stylized text writing that reads "I AM UR MUMMY" on the wall.:1.115)
(rating_safe, sfw, score_9, score_8_up, source_photo, source_realistic, content_real:1.25).
The sudden reverberating slam of heavy metal doors jolted the very foundations themselves awake with a growling, answering shudder. Shadows writhed alive in response as flickering emergency lights flickered fitfully back to life overhead casting sickly strobe-like pulses down into the pitch black bowels belowstairs.
A figure emerged from the depths like a phantasma - tall and gangly-limbed, skin so pale it almost seemed to glow spectral in the eerie half-light. Lanky blonde locks dangled in greasy tendrils past gaunt, hollowed cheeks sunken deep into a face too angular and sharp-featured for anything approaching human. Those eyes though... those eyes. They were voids themselves, gaping abyssmal pits that seemed to devour light like ravenous black holes.
A shriveled mummified hand suddenly thrust up through a rusted grate directly behind him, yellowed nails scrabbling futile against bars like an angry spider caught in a jar. Its papery thin skin stretched drum-tight across the jutting protuberances of bleached skull beneath, gaping toothless maw open wide enough to hear bones pop audibly as it snarl-squealed.
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