#hux: wtf is wrong with you. why are you different from the other jakes?

[manufacturedideal]

The dog-trap was sturdy, but not *that* sturdy. Meat crunched, metal twanged, but ultimately both began to distort out of shape. This form had been built for speed, not strength. This form was not Perfection.

But it gave time for Huxlee-A7-13 to close the distance.

"Cease." He commanded, reaching for Jake and having his grabbing arm batted away by the wrench. "Pesky th-thing. Without growth th-there is only decay."

A second attempt got Jake scruffed, hoisted up while the dog let go in eerie co-ordination.

"Energ-gy readings unusual. Repetition among subjects theorized to be certain, yet testing disproves hypoth-thesis. More testing requ-uired."

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From his position Jake could just barely see the main door leading into the ship, so he watched it. The seconds ticked on without anything happening, and all the while the adrenaline was starting to wear off. The pain from the multiple stab wounds, the bruises on his neck, the radiating agony from his eye, were all fast catching up to him. He'd... Been through worse. Technically speaking. But that didn't make it any less of a monumental effort to keep himself quiet while he waited for the Killer to find him.

As it turned out, he didn't have to wait much longer. Jake nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard the nearby pod open with a nerve-wracking hiss and the spilling out of liquid. Something was inside the ship with him and he didn't care to find out what it was.

He took the chance to run, darting out from under the table and looking over at the pod. It was... Fucked up was probably the word he would use, really. It looked like if the robot had been redesigned to resemble a dog instead of a human, with all of the fucked up anatomy and nauseating flesh-metal that entailed.

Its barking and scrabbling at the glass did a fantastic job of setting off Jake's fight or flight response and he was once again running, trying to find a new hiding space or a way off the ship that wouldn't put him right back in the Killer's fucked up arms.