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// Five 
// Story: #1075555 
// by Kerbonstein 
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The darkened halls fell quietly to oblivion, only the naked murmurs of friends and loved ones took jabs attention, what they said saddened jab, no, it infuriated IT, why, it thought, why can they not leave it be, jab was born with it's mark, it did not mean anything, jab was young, but jab was smart, it could understand their words, harsh as they were, a queen could not be so imperfect, fangs uneven, love storage low, and a mark stuck permanently to it's arm, no, they must find another,"a more perfect changeling" they'd say, "jabs no good" they'd say, and they were right. The walls return, it is too late, hope has already left me


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It's eyes shoot open, a dream, no, closer to a memory, it'd rather forget about its past, the hive was dead now now, quickly forgetting the nightmare drone 1000046 looked over its companion, it wondered if it had ever considered a name, a real one, what they had was an assignment, a number that has no reason than to fill the role it was given at birth.

Changelings have surprisingly hard carapaces, this means that, if the need ever irises, they have the capability to sleep in any position on any terrain. As these two drones currently were, with that jab fell quietly back to the oblivion it despised of each waking moment.