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Doctor Trousers' blood ran cold. His boss was going to eat him.
The shrunken snake stood, petrified, before the looming, massive dinosaur that was staring back at him, licking his lips. Iterati had been abused by his boss in several ways before, but none of them had been as intimate as the idea of him sliding down the triceratops's gullet. He had to get out. The rational part of his brain knowing that there was no escape from his fate suddenly drowned in a torrent of fear and impulse, the flight reflex spreading down the snake's body and taking over. Iterati nearly tripped over himself as he broke into a mad sprint across the table. He could feel Nevix's gaze from behind, and Iterati looked behind him to see his boss simply folding his arms behind his back. Then Nevix spoke in a rumbling, chilling voice:
"Activate Protocol Five-B."
A familiar, horrifying sound erupted from the ceiling. Doctor Trousers looked up, and saw a tubular robotic hand extend from a hole in the ceiling. These things were in every room the of the facility, normally used as robotic assistants who could pick up and handle objects with superhuman strength and robotic precision. Doctor Trousers always hated them, and refused to utilize them when working alone. They were programmed to listen to vocal commands, and were smart enough to follow set protocols, though they rarely obeyed the doctor whenever he worked up the nerve to activate them. Iterati swore that they were programmed with some kind of AI that was designed specifically to hate him, and at the moment he swore he could he could sense some kind of sadistic joy coming from the arm as it slithered down above him. He didn't even consider to try commanding them to stop; even if they would listen to him normally, the arms obeyed Nevix's supreme authority over everyone else's.
The hand quickly caught up to the doctor and swiped at him, but Iterati was no stranger to a size like this and leaped out of the way, his muscles able to propel his much-lighter body a proportionally great distance. Adrenaline fueled his body and set his brain abuzz; if he could just get to one of the cupboards near the floor, then he'd be able to put several objects between himself and a robotic hand that by default is programmed to be gentle around valuable equipment. He might even be able to squeeze behind the dividing walls between cupboards and buy him some time to think of a less-suicidal plan.
He reached the end of the table in record time, the proportionally dizzying height being something that the doctor knew he'd be able to fall without hurting himself. He planted a foot on the corner of the table and leaped once again, propelling himself more horizontally than vertically in an attempt to cover as much space between him and the cupboard as--
A crushing pressure clamped around one of Iterati's legs. It yanked him to a halt, then flung him upward. The robot arm's metallic fingers constricted around the doctor's torso, squeezing the air out of his lungs.
He heard a low, terrifying chuckling sound grow closer and closer as the arm slowly, mechanically, brought Doctor Trousers to his fate.
This is part one of a set of two images that
NevixRaptor commissioned me, featuring a quick setup of one of his trademark robotic arm assistants!
The shrunken snake stood, petrified, before the looming, massive dinosaur that was staring back at him, licking his lips. Iterati had been abused by his boss in several ways before, but none of them had been as intimate as the idea of him sliding down the triceratops's gullet. He had to get out. The rational part of his brain knowing that there was no escape from his fate suddenly drowned in a torrent of fear and impulse, the flight reflex spreading down the snake's body and taking over. Iterati nearly tripped over himself as he broke into a mad sprint across the table. He could feel Nevix's gaze from behind, and Iterati looked behind him to see his boss simply folding his arms behind his back. Then Nevix spoke in a rumbling, chilling voice:
"Activate Protocol Five-B."
A familiar, horrifying sound erupted from the ceiling. Doctor Trousers looked up, and saw a tubular robotic hand extend from a hole in the ceiling. These things were in every room the of the facility, normally used as robotic assistants who could pick up and handle objects with superhuman strength and robotic precision. Doctor Trousers always hated them, and refused to utilize them when working alone. They were programmed to listen to vocal commands, and were smart enough to follow set protocols, though they rarely obeyed the doctor whenever he worked up the nerve to activate them. Iterati swore that they were programmed with some kind of AI that was designed specifically to hate him, and at the moment he swore he could he could sense some kind of sadistic joy coming from the arm as it slithered down above him. He didn't even consider to try commanding them to stop; even if they would listen to him normally, the arms obeyed Nevix's supreme authority over everyone else's.
The hand quickly caught up to the doctor and swiped at him, but Iterati was no stranger to a size like this and leaped out of the way, his muscles able to propel his much-lighter body a proportionally great distance. Adrenaline fueled his body and set his brain abuzz; if he could just get to one of the cupboards near the floor, then he'd be able to put several objects between himself and a robotic hand that by default is programmed to be gentle around valuable equipment. He might even be able to squeeze behind the dividing walls between cupboards and buy him some time to think of a less-suicidal plan.
He reached the end of the table in record time, the proportionally dizzying height being something that the doctor knew he'd be able to fall without hurting himself. He planted a foot on the corner of the table and leaped once again, propelling himself more horizontally than vertically in an attempt to cover as much space between him and the cupboard as--
A crushing pressure clamped around one of Iterati's legs. It yanked him to a halt, then flung him upward. The robot arm's metallic fingers constricted around the doctor's torso, squeezing the air out of his lungs.
He heard a low, terrifying chuckling sound grow closer and closer as the arm slowly, mechanically, brought Doctor Trousers to his fate.
This is part one of a set of two images that
NevixRaptor commissioned me, featuring a quick setup of one of his trademark robotic arm assistants!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 1280 x 720px
File Size 66.5 kB
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