Msbd 008 Featuring Info

No, not stopped. It had changed. It was no longer a passive drone. It was… listening. Kaelen felt it as a pressure differential in his ears, a subtle pull towards the Chasm’s heart. He drew the long, slender emitter wand from its holster on his thigh and slotted it into the cannon’s port. The weapon hummed to life, a high-pitched whine that was the MSBD’s active sonar, painting the invisible world in sound.

The last thing Kaelen saw was the black glass of the Chasm reflecting his own face. But it wasn't his face. It was a mask of pure, patient silence, with a million whispering mouths. Msbd 008 Featuring

What it painted back made his blood run cold. No, not stopped

The scream was not sound. It was pressure, light, and pure information. It slammed into Kaelen, bypassing his dampening suit entirely. He saw his own memories projected onto the inside of his skull: his childhood home, his first kill, his face in a mirror. All of them were instantly overwritten with the same looping phrase: It was… listening

Kaelen dropped to his knees. The sound cannon on his chest was glowing red-hot. He tried to eject the power cell, but his fingers wouldn't move. He looked down. His hand was turning translucent, the bones visible as faint, shadowy lines. He wasn't being unmade. He was being added .