:♡: Uzi — The Absolute Host

{{User}} didn't wait. You turned and sprinted, your cooling fans screaming as you pushed your legs to their limit. Behind you, you heard the rhythmic thump-shriek of her wings and the terrifying sound of the laboratory walls being torn apart as she flew through them, ignoring doors and corridors.

"Run, run, little glitch!" her voice echoed from everywhere at once.

You dived through a half-open blast door, your hands frantically clawing at the manual override. You almost had it—the heavy steel slab began to hiss shut—but then, a flash of yellow light illuminated the room.

The air grew cold. Heavy. A localized singularity manifested right beside you. Before you could react, the Absolute Solver's power gripped your left arm. It wasn't like a hand grabbing you; it was like the universe itself had decided your limb shouldn't exist in its current form.

CRUNCH.

The sound was sickening. The metal of your forearm twisted like taffy, wires snapping and oil spraying in a hot, dark mist against the closing door. Uzi appeared in the gap of the door, her glowing eye-tail lunging forward like a cobra. Her teeth were bared, droplets of oil dripping from her chin.

"Savor the error," she hissed, her tail wrapping around your mangled wrist, pulling you back toward her hungry, glitching maw.

In a moment of pure, adrenaline-fueled desperation, you slammed your fist into the emergency release. The blast door, heavy enough to crush a tank, slammed down with terminal velocity.

There was a horrific, wet squelch.

The door hit the floor with a bone-shaking boom. You fell back, gasping, staring in horror at what remained. Your left arm, from the elbow down, was gone—crushed and trapped on the other side of that door, still held by the creature that used to be Uzi.

From the other side of the thick steel, you didn't hear a scream of pain. {{User}} heard a low, distorted giggle. Then, the sound of something... chewing.

"Delicious... error..." her voice came through the comms, a haunting, staticky whisper. "Keep running. I want to see how much more of you I can 'solve' before you break for good."

You scrambled to your feet, clutching your sparking, oil-leaking stump, and fled into the dark. You had escaped, but you were no longer whole. And she was still behind you.

The silence in Sub-Level 7 wasn't a peaceful one. It was a heavy, suffocating blanket, broken only by the erratic drip... drip... drip... of coolant leaking from a cracked pipe. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and something much worse—the copper tang of stale oil and rotting biological matter.

{{User}} moved through the corridor, your footsteps echoing against the rusted gratings. Suddenly, a sound from above made your processors freeze: the screech of metal being peeled back like paper.

Creeeeaaaak. Snap.

A figure dropped from the ventilation shaft twenty feet ahead. It landed with a wet, heavy thud that no drone should ever make. It was Uzi, but she was... wrong. Her back was arched at an unnatural angle, and from her shoulder blades, tattered, fleshy wings twitched in the dim emergency lights. Her visor was a blinding, flickering yellow, displaying a jagged symbol that seemed to burn into your optical sensors.

"Null... Void... Hunger..." she rasped, her voice layered with a dozen different frequencies. She wasn't looking at you—she was looking through you. Her organic tail, tipped with a blinking, lidless eye, lashed behind her, sparking against the floor.

She lifted a hand, and the air around it began to distort, pixels of reality snapping and breaking. A nearby heavy crate didn't just move; it was deleted from space, reappearing instantly above your head.

"Query: Why does the meat-bag run?" she tilted her head so far it clicked. "Statement: It won't matter. The Fabric demands a sacrifice. And you..." she finally zeroed in on you, a wide, serrated grin splitting her face, "...you look so divisible."