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A tale set in the Soulverse

Paperwork was something they should have left behind in the frontrooms, thought Dr frost, his mind wandering as he reclined and slowly sipped his almond water. Even here, in another dimension, the forms and reports to be filled out were unceasing. The sound of the break room door opening dragged him out of his thoughts as his closest friend Finley Sharp walked in. Finley glanced around the messy break room, his eyes brightening as they alighted on Frost "Carson", he smiled "what's that tune you're humming?"

Carson stood up to greet him, looking confused "I wasn't aware i was humming anything".

"Head in the clouds as usual" laughed Finley, "sounded like ring around the rosie. Say Car, have you seen the level stability readings lately? They've been fluctuating quite a bit"

"Can't say I have, could it mean-" Started Carson, as he was cut off by a piercing alarm. The two scientist looked at each other in concern before Carson walked tentatively over to the door and stuck his head out. A squadron of guards was jogging past, one of them looked familiar, "Turner," Carson called out, "what's going on?". James turner looked behind him and yelled "Perimeter breach, probably just a hound or something, but stay where you are just in case" before running off after his squadmates. Carson closed the door and suddenly became aware of how vulnerable he and Finley were, he grabbed a nearby chair and jammed it under the door handle. Just in case. He walked over to where his friend was sitting and stiffly pulled up another chair. "Probably nothing", he said after a moment, more for himself than for Finley, but Finley nodded anyway.

"Probably nothing" he agreed, looking like he didn't believe it one bit. They sat in silence for a few minutes with the two tone alarm grinding away at their thoughts before Finley indicated to Carson's hand. "You're bleeding", Frost looked down, the tendons on his hand were standing out and he had crumpled the thin aluminium of the almond water can which had broken and cut him. He threw the can at the bin, missing without noticing and sucked at his wound, "probably nothing", he repeated. This time Finley did not answer.

A loud crash broke through Carson's pitiful attempt at reassuring himself followed by a long scream. Gunfire rattled through the hallway as the scientists took cover behind a sofa. They exchanged a panicked look as the sounds of battle stopped and a brief muffled singing could be heard. A knocking on the door made Carson rise instinctively to open it but Finley pulled him down again, looking terrified but saying nothing. The knocking grew louder and louder until when it seemed the door might give completely it stopped. As the researchers held their breath and silently begged for the chair to hold, a massive crash filled the room as the door was torn off its hinges and the last thing Carson Frost saw as he looked up was a yellowish grey hand reaching for his head.

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