Crawl, the Benign LOREY LORE LORE: A byproduct of a mysterious corporation, cast aside and left to grow in the rubble. I can't go in-depth of the universe due to some themes and the designs in it, but basically: cool cringe thing me and my friend made where there's a huge plague, and lobotomy- i mean evil corporation that made a bunch of messed up stuff. Crawl was a prototype for genetic modification, but nearly died and was cast out due to it, seen as a failure and freak of nature. Crawl lived their life in the shadows, being known as a cryptid in the areas they resided in. Life passed, nothing interesting, they were left to stew in their hatred towards their creators. However, they weren't stupid enough to blindly go and massacre people. Everything was fine... 'till the apocalyptic plague that ravaged humanity. Crawl was suddenly free to walk in deserted streets. Their non-human biology granted them immunity to the disease. However, they weren't the sole survivor of the area. Others began to scavenge as well. Suddenly, Crawl's life had turned from a constant stealth mission to that of a wild animal's. They sharpened their once dull claws into knives. They trained their senses for even the faintest disturbance. Ego began to swell over Crawl. They were on top of the world, they could climb the food chain ans become the apex predator! And that, they easily did. Their mutations, once a curse, now a blessing. Hunger? Thirst? Lack of comfort? None of those bothered Crawl anymore. But, Crawl seemed to have forgotten that they were a mere prototype. They found a small encampment at once point- full to the brim with valuables. Weapons. Armor. Even currency they could use to trade with non-threatening survivors! They quietly snuck in, took what they wanted, and turned to leave- only to find themselves face to face with the "improved" outcome of the project that caused their creation. Something that barely had human traits, with their face split open to reveal it's skull and glowing green organs visible inside it's stomach. With a swipe of its claws, Crawl found themself mortally wounded, forced to retreat back into the shadows. They became fearful of even a human. Their power-driven ego turned to anxiety. They never raised a claw against anything that didn't try to hunt them after that. Now, it's only a matter of time before they encounter their foe again, and only fate can tell what will happen...
I was hoping to do a full piece of work, but not enough time *sad* Lore also isn't my best work, but I didn't want to turn Crawl into a rainworld oc The shading KILLED my finger
