Put Me in the Mold
Creepy crawlers, clones made with rubber feet. Made in a mold. Is it not possible that they will catch your soul? Rubbery feet, some with claws. Hot, then cold, taken from the mold. We never did want to touch those things we made, taken from the mold—they were set aside. Set aside while we made more unnatural scary bugs that delved, wiggled underground and hid in the dark recesses of the mind. Tunneled down until they reached a space, where they could take your mind. We made so many of these rubbery Creepy Crawlers that we were sure they could one day take our minds. Yet, we never gave it a second thought. They were neat, they smelled like oil.
The thought of a rubbery potato bug bothered Golem somehow. What if some of them burrowed into the earth somehow. What if you were working underground in an unfinished subway tunnel—on a daily shift. What if? What if all the bugs were driven down to make Hell? What if people somehow created their own hell? Somehow heated up the earth, the bugs burrowed down, and a group of people were working in a tunnel
The thought of a rubbery, waxy rimmed potato bug bothered Golem.
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