So I had is laying around. I finished up the chapter as a 2K special. Btw, this was suppose to be for the future, so yeah. (Hints of the Aftereffect AU)Enjoy!
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October 2nd 2060

    Tom laid on his army cot, the thin green fabric holding him 2 feet above the cement flooring. He whimpered and aggressively drapped an arm across his uncovered face. His goggles were strewn across his small quarters, broken and smashed to pieces. Tom snarled, slight pointed teeth showing, and salty tears curtained his face.

The door to his cell-like room was crushed and crumbled in front of the doorway, the sum of his outrage. Tom sobbed in anger, the feeling of abandonment and betrayal filled his hearts. He stood up, his scaled purple legs barely withholding the weight of his half monster body, and stepped over the crumbling steel and cement. Tom's long purple floppy ears perked in alert for trouble or danger. Not that there was anymore. Crimson splatter painted the corridor walls and broken artillery was strewn through the whole base. His claws feet clicked with each step as he neared his masters old quarters. He whimpered as his clawed hands pushed open the steel door with ease.

    The different thickened bones of a skeleton laid on the office chair. It's jaws hanging down and arms hanging across the armrest. It's legs were crossed at the ankles and the neck was tilted so the cranium was resting against the thin collarbone. A blue trench coat with shreds, the collar lined with matted, off-white fur hung on the decimated corpse.

The flesh and muscles that was previously hanging off the bones were decomposed, his (and enemies) crimson blood was dried and crusted against the red carpet. Another skeleton rested against the decomposed wall. It's jaws were unhinged, stuck in eternal scream. It's thin bone arms were splayed to each of its sides and legs stretched out. There was a 5in. knife lodged in the cranium, dried blood coating the handle and rusted silver blade.

   Tom enters the room more and hangs his head. Thick vines steeped in through the cracks and lush green grass grew between the gray faded carpet. Waterfalls ran down Tom's face as he rounded the molding desk and fall to his knees next to the skeleton in blue. He whimpered and laid his forehead against the armrest. Tom rested a clawed hand on the femur (thigh bone), his tears creating small dark grey pools inside the carpet.

    His voice came out gruff and course, as his threat was parched and dried. His once melodious tone became a growl over the years and his dark purple-almost black-eyes spilled the glowing tears onto the lifeless and a small magnet flower, which had sprouted through the cracks.

"I-I'm so sorry, Tord."