Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 22: Unicorn Blood Part 9)

Growing up in my town has given me some mental fortitude against the paranormal that would otherwise leave average people babbling incoherent messes. Every once in a while, though, I come across something that even shakes me. I don’t just mean in terms of immediate danger either. I mean something that’ll last in my memory for a really long time.

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Far as I could tell, this thing was a result of experimenting. The equos must’ve ordered it done on a slave and what were basically a POW. That had disturbing implications in that they would’ve needed the help of some humans to make that happen. I didn’t understand why its skin looked mostly human at the time. Thinking about it now, it might’ve been some form of humiliation.

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Whatever the reason, it got left in the underground of the tower to wander for a long time. Now the rage building up inside of it was about to be directed at me. It was hard to tell how much of this thing was machine. That meant if I tried stabbing it my lance might have been met with metal. It was a situation that required thinking on my feet, something I’ve gotten somewhat decent at over the years.

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