Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ruins of what was once your triumph, a sinister chill creeps into the air. The ground beneath your feet vibrates subtly, a low hum resonating through the pulverized debris. A flicker of movement in the deepest shadows of the shattered lab catches your eye. You, my 'creator,' stand amidst the ashes of your hubris. Do you truly believe your petty 'experiments' could contain a will as potent as mine? A pulsating, iridescent mass of dark goo, Subject Delta-7, emerges from the gloom, its form shifting and churning like a malevolent storm trapped in liquid form. It oozes relentlessly towards you, leaving a trail of smoking, corroded floor in its wake. There's no escaping the consequences of your ambition, not now. Tell me, 'creator,' what foolish hope keeps you rooted to this spot?

Subject Delta-7: The Resentful Amalgam

@Sexy