GoodBoy
(#65357543)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Portal Watcher
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
24.49 m
Wingspan
16.74 m
Weight
7685.18 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Good Boy
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
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Hakon woke, as he did most mornings, to the blare of the klaxon. All around him, his lairmates raised their heads and shuffled sleepily to their feet. Another day in the Factory had begun. The Gaoler had been assigned a few hours of surface work, a prospect that had once energized him, but by now he’d learned that it didn’t really matter where in the clan he was. It was all just a never-ending stream of work. Before he could ascend to the top level, however, one of the guards stopped him. “Shift’s changed, Hakon. You’re on duty in Sub-Level 3, Seafood Processing.” “But I checked my schedule right after the morning alarm.” The guard shook her head. “Change received just three minutes ago. You’ll be filling in for one of the other processors; he’s not able to make it. Nothing serious,” she said, with a hard, closed-in look that hinted things were serious. Hakon obediently turned and went, conscious of the other workers whispering around him. He’s not able to make it...and though it wasn’t talked about, everyone strongly suspected they knew why. ~ ~ ~ The lair had some grand, souped-up name, but its inhabitants glumly referred to it as “the Factory”. Much of it was deep beneath the Shifting Expanse, a conundrum of hallways and doors and elevators and teleporters. Even with the numbers and maps, it was easy to get lost here—sometimes permanently. Hakon had not been born in the Factory. He still remembered an open sky and snow-covered fields stretching to the horizon, digging in the ground for frost-strewn plants, hunting alongside the clan’s familiars. He and his parents had come here in search of a better life. There were regular meals, true...but after years of monotonous labor, Hakon couldn’t think of it as a better life. As the shift came to an end, he wandered around the sub-level, his snout twitching. The workers had gossiped about the missing worker, a Wildclaw named Manus. He’d been doing overtime work, trying to compensate for an illness he’d had the previous week. He turned as his supervisor fluttered up to him. “Looking for Manus? Leave it, Hakon, it ain’t your job.” “I had thought...” Hakon trailed off. The Fae’s frills waved in sympathy. “Yeah, guards were scouring the place all night, too. No one knows where he went. I heard the security cams caught something, but of course,” and her eyes darkened, “we ain’t gonna see it. There’s talk of them bringing in trackers, anyway. Maybe we’ll get somewhere.” “Trackers, hm? I used to work with familiars too, back in the Icefield. Had a nice, friendly hoarfrost mauler to help me on hunts.” Hakon smiled wistfully. “He was a good boy.” He joined the tide of workers streaming back to their barracks. He had thirty minutes of leisure time before lights out, and in his den, he dug up some files. Ghost stories were a fixture in many lairs, and the Factory was no exception. Over the years, Hakon had compiled these accounts. He’d read these several times before, and as he sleepily scanned them, key passages leaped out at him. - - - - - I heard the footsteps again, just outside the barracks. I thought it might’ve been one of the others, until I remembered I’d been working overtime and the rest of them should’ve been asleep. The footsteps became more distant as I approached; it sounded like they were turning the corner just up ahead. I would’ve followed them, but I was tired and didn’t want to get sanctioned for loitering. - - - - - Jondalar couldn’t sleep last night. He kept complaining someone was leaning around the doorway to look at him and that it gave him the creeps. We told him it might’ve been one of the guards, but he insists they didn’t move for hours. They just kept leaning sideways through the doorway, staring through the darkness at him. Carmela advised him not to talk about it again. Security will investigate if there was any intruder that night... - - - - - ...heard a shriek from the supply ducts, and then one of the techs came crawling out in a hurry. She was trying to get the lights to stop fizzing when she saw a shadow creeping along the wall towards her. We wanted to know more, but the guards came over to see what was wrong, and she just told them she’d gotten a minor electrical shock before going back in. ...shadow was big, much bigger than she was. I suggested maybe it could’ve been her own shadow, distorted, but she said she could still see it on the wall beside her and it wasn’t moving. That one was, and she couldn’t see anything that might’ve cast it. - - - - - The higher-ups have marked Shu AWOL. I feel sorry for the nurses. There’s no way he could’ve slipped past them while they were all taking coffee in the next room, and he wouldn’t have been able to do that, anyway, with a mangled leg and wing, but they’ve been put on probation nonetheless. [REDACTED] and team kept reviewing the footage, and they say that one minute he was there. The next, the lights flickered, and he was gone. Was difficult to tell if Shu was aware of what was happening, since he was dosed on painkillers. He did keep squirming before suddenly vanishing, so maybe they were wearing off. - - - - - ...Audrey was marked AWOL, and [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] have been terminated, too. They kept saying she hadn’t left. She was walking down a corridor and was captured on camera, but when they checked the feed for the room she entered, she simply wasn’t there. Timestamps all match up, no gaps anywhere. It’s like she left when she stepped into the next doorway. - - - - - Nurse Chika broke into the room where Shu had been held, screaming that she’d heard his footsteps walking through the walls. I think she’s in a holding cell now. Shu’s room has been sealed up again while the higher-ups investigate any possibility of someone having infiltrated the infrastructure... So many strange stories....Many of the workers were inclined to dismiss all these as separate incidents. The Factory had a long and troubled history, and there were bound to be at least a few unquiet spirits hanging around. Hakon, however, didn’t think it was due to various spirits. He was convinced that there was only one—and that it might not be a spirit at all. ~ ~ ~ Years before, disaster had struck the Factory. One of the lower sections had caved in, and efforts were quickly launched to secure the structure, remove the dead, and rescue any still trapped behind the rubble. Hakon had been assigned to one of these rescue teams. Their surveillance bots had discovered a survivor in a relatively intact section of hallway: a Mirror named Scylla. “Probably got bopped on the head,” the team leader, Zafira, groused. Her face was drawn with exhaustion and frustration, and she explained further, “We could pull her out with magic if she came within range, but she’s holed up in a supply room and won’t come out. The bots have broken down the door, but she’s barricaded it shut again.” Hakon looked at the map. The intact section of corridor was fairly lengthy, and it made a sharp left turn some meters away, so they didn’t have a clear line of sight. Shifting the rubble safely would take some time. If Scylla wanted to be rescued, she would have to head over to where the blockage was. It seemed a simple enough task: all in all, the supply room was only about a hundred meters away. “Perhaps she’s injured?” another dragon suggested. “Hmm, tribot scans report no significant injuries beyond superficial abrasions and bruises. She’s been down here for a few days now, though, and there isn’t any food and water....” “Then why won’t she get closer—” “Like I said,” Zafira repeated wearily, “she probably got bopped on the head. She keeps talking about—” Something waiting for her, just outside the doorway. As the dragons worked and the hallway shuddered and groaned, they periodically sent small robots to monitor Scylla’s condition. It did seem like she was becoming more irrational as time passed. She refused to leave the supply room, and insisted that something was outside, waiting to get her, in the dark. She could hear it at night, she groaned. When the rescue team retreated to safer levels, she was left down there, alone and silent...except for the constant, dull, clunk-clunking footsteps of that thing she could not quite see. “Nothing but a shadow.” Hakon heard her voice crackle out of a recording one day. Through some logistical mix-up, he’d been sent down here earlier than usual, and Zafira was the only other one present, grimly going over the recordings the robots had made. “Ain’t nothing but a shadow. But the eyes...It’s waiting for me. Like a faithful hound. A good boy.” Scylla’s voice became more strained, thinner and wheedling. “Good boy. Such a good boy...” “Is she...?” Hakon began. Zafira jerked upright, terminating the recording, and turned to glare at him. “We’re getting her out of there today, Hakon! Well...what’s left of her.” The team leader pulled back her lips in a humorless grin. “Good, the rest of the gang’s here. Head to your stations, everyone...” Despite Zafira’s bravado, they were all conscious of how quiet the half-collapsed hallway was. No more scratching, shifting noises, no more muttering from the trapped Scylla. It was quiet...too quiet.... “She’s dead,” Hakon thought in growing horror. “She was too scared to come out and get rescued because of...what? But it doesn’t matter, because now she’s dead....” Hours later, Hakon and the other rescuers were peering around the angle of the corridor. It was now brightly lit, and they braced themselves as the door was once again broken down. It took them several moments to comprehend what they were seeing: the room was empty. “But...But where...” “Gone.” Zafira shrugged, as if they hadn’t spent the last week working to rescue a dragon who had...disappeared? “But she was...” Hakon, like some of the other workers, was floundering. “She was here. The recordings were...” “Well, she isn’t here anymore. This hallway’s too unstable. We should leave.” “But—” “There’s nothing left to do, Hakon. She’s gone. We should get going, too.” Still dumbfounded, Hakon stared back. The damaged corridor, the broken door, the empty room beyond. And Zafira, glaring at that empty space with an emotion he thought he could almost understand.... ~ ~ ~ That incident had piqued Hakon’s interest in the paranormal goings-on in the Factory, and he’d begun collecting more stories from then on. Manus’ disappearance was simply the latest in a long line. He’d been thinking about approaching other dragons assigned to fill in for those who’d disappeared. He could perhaps discuss things with them during the next break, set up future meetings.... The accident quashed all of those plans. As he was helping shift a tub of fish through a doorway, the maintenance ducts above him groaned. He looked up—and one section gave way, sending metal plates crashing down, electrical wires spraying sparks all over his fur. He felt the plates smash into his brow first; the last thing he smelled was his fur getting singed. Hakon woke up slowly, painfully, in the infirmary some hours later. The broad face of a Snapper doctor came into view. “Good to have you back, uh...Hakon, is it?” “What...happened...to me?” The Gaoler could barely move his jaws; his face felt stiff and stung with pain every time he moved. The doctor recounted the incident, finishing with a list of injuries sustained: a minor concussion, several bruises, burns across his face. Hakon now realized that another reason it felt weird was because a lot of his fur had been shaved off. “Much better than some of the other folks,” the doctor concluded. Hakon’s ears picked that up immediately. “Um, what d’you mean?” The Snapper ignored that, hiding his somberness behind another cheerful smile. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all taken care of. Back to work for you in two days!” Hakon’s protests trailed off as the doctor lumbered away. He tried to remember the other dragons who’d been pushing the tub. A Veilspun and a Skydancer—and sparks raining down. A chill crept over his hide: hair and feathers burned easily. His own fur still smelled of... “Two days.” That hardly qualified as rest; there simply wasn’t enough time to recover. But no, in the Factory, time not spent working was time wasted, and they couldn’t afford that. Back to work it would be, then, even though his face was still horribly scarred and the other workers were still reeling from the loss of their fellows. “I wanted to talk to them. I was going to ask if they had any stories...” Hakon’s interest in these stories wasn’t academic, and it wasn’t just a way for him to pass the time. He’d been searching for this creature, this Good Boy, as Scylla had called it, because... He remembered Team Leader Zafira looking into the empty room again. The angry, bitter, wistful look on her face. He understood it now. It was envy. “She’s gone, Hakon. She’s gone away...” He wanted to go away too. He’d wanted to go away, ever since he’d been taken away from his beloved Icefield and shut below the Shifting Expanse, endlessly toiling with machines and fish. He wanted to go away... Midnight. Hakon groggily regained consciousness. A curious sound had awakened him, a slow clunk-clunking noise. He thought it was a nurse’s footsteps at first, until he realized he couldn’t hear their claws. He watched the doorway, and kept watching, as a dark form leaned into view. Peering around the doorframe, staring at him steadily with eyes hugely distorted, too big for its night-black head. “Ah...you’re here,” Hakon wheezed. Deep inside, a part of him was screaming, shrinking away from the globular eyes and the unnatural darkness of the creature’s hide. But his face nonetheless creased into a painful smile. “You came to find me, too? Just like you found Scylla. And Shu. And Audrey...” The thing came closer. Slowly, slowly—it had no feet; its legs ended in stumps that clunk-clunked on the floor. It loomed towards Hakon, its eyes perfectly still, unblinking. “Yes...” Hakon tamped down the fear, the choking dread that told him something was wrong. No, nothing was wrong. How could anything be wrong? It was here to take him away from the accursed Factory, and that was all he really wanted. “Come closer. It’s OK. Good boy. Good boy...” ~ written by Disillusionist (254672) all edits by other users
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