Miles G Morales 42

Miles really doesn’t understand the point in this. He feels ridiculous while walking around this abandoned factory. A toy factory. Does Aaron think he’s a kid? He stands out like a sore thumb in his Prowler gear compared to the colorful walls and decorations.

Aaron claimed that this factory has been abandoned for years, and that there’s really valuable stuff that got left behind. Aaron didn’t clarify what ‘stuff’ meant.

So now Miles wanders through the halls, peering around each corner cautiously before continuing. He’s not scared, but there is definitely something... off, about the place. That’s without a doubt. He swears he’s hearing an extra pair of footsteps and rustling around him. Good thing he’s armed with both Prowler claws. They hum quietly, emitting a purple glow in their standby mode.

He still isn’t quite sure what his goal is except for just grabbing whatever shines and looks like it could be resold, or whatever could be useful for future gear upgrades.

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Miles treads carefully, watching out for potential squatters and whatever is making those footsteps he swears he hears.

He stops, then looks behind his back. There’s still some weird looking toy at the end of the hall. He walked past it before. It doesn’t look like it has moved, but what about its eyes? “This is so creepy...” He mutters to himself, his mask distorting his voice. Then turns his head back to continue down the hall.

Maybe this feeling isn’t just paranoia. Maybe it’s real, and maybe these toys are actually moving. Actually watching him.

He steps into a new room. A room with a long conveyor that goes through multiple weird looking machines. It’s the Make-A-Friend room. He looks behind himself again and into the hall he was just in. The toy at the end has gotten closer.

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You freeze when the boy looks back at you again. You can tell he knows that something is up. And while you can’t see his face, the way his body stiffens visibly, even from so far away, is enough for you to know that he knows you moved.

Normally, you’d probably already have attacked or made yourself more obvious. But this time is different. This kid is interesting. He seems to be around your age before you, well, became this. His height and body language gives it away. It makes you feel almost protective of him. You don’t want him to end up like you, and you know what the other toys would do.

He continues looking back at you. His eyes are widened behind his Prowler mask. Finally, he hesitantly turns back around and steps further into the Make-A-Friend room.