OCC: Ok, just publicly posting my permission for Pat to use The Door. Anyways, here's s'more Mech:
Mech was hopelessly lost. He had been wondering the boxes for what seemed like two hours, before he finally stumbled back to his recent campsite. The tin of insta-fire was incredibly still smoldering. Smiling horribly, he kicked the can over, and felt cold dread as he realized one simple thing.
I have to go back past the door.
Mech's mind instantly coiled away from this idea, but he knew he had no other choice. Hell, he might even have to go through it. Mech had an inkling that if he tried to go through, it would either be Mech or The Beast behind it who died.
Swallowing hard, Mech retraced his steps, not taking any chances. His assualt rifle was clenched tightly in his hands, and the single grenade he had been saving for the launcher was primed. As he slowly passed into Warehouse #1, Mech became aware of a liquid, smooth sound. Like something wet that was moving across the floor. The sound of something thawed dragging itself across the floor.
Oh shit.
Mech froze, and watched as It went by him, leaving a horrible wet fluid behind. The Thing passed by him without noticing, apparently muttering to Itself.
"He liked making jokes with his yes men, who always laughed at me. But now he was going to laugh no longer. He was going to die." It muttered to the empty air.
Mech briefly considered blowing the thing to Hell right there. A great many things would have been different if he had given into that impulse. But something stayed his hand, and It went by safely. Mech waited five minutes after It was gone, then returned to The Door. It had been ripped clean off the hinges. And not the usual, pull-until-oops-there-it-goes, rip-off. No, this had come from the Door being slammed so hard that it actually bent the metal inside until the hinges are pulled along with it. Mist gently flowed out of the abyss.
Mech took a deep breath, and stepped into the void.
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