AM N. NOT.🖕🏻(￣ー￣)
Maki stared at the monstrous figure ahead of him.
His red eyes were fascinated—for reasons even he did not fully understand.
And yet, he did not stop walking.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
People rushed past him in waves, ignoring him completely. They were frantic, desperate to save their own lives. Some stumbled. Some screamed. Some didn't even look back.
Their panic filled the air.
The shouting, the crying, the raw fear—it blended into an unpleasant melody ringing in his ears.
But he didn't care.
"MOVE!" a man shouted while sprinting toward him.
The man's face was pale with terror.
"I SAID MOVE!" he yelled again, his voice cracking.
"FUCK IT!"
The man lunged forward, trying to push past the slowly walking figure.
Just as he was about to collide—
Maki extended his hand.
His massive palm wrapped completely around the man's head.
The impact never happened.
The man's body stopped instantly.
Then—
He felt himself rising.
His feet left the ground as Maki lifted him effortlessly, holding him suspended in the air by his skull.
The grip tightened.
The man gasped, his hands clawing at Maki's wrist, but the strength behind it was immovable.
Then he saw them.
Those red eyes.
Staring directly at him.
Cold.
Unmoving.
Maki's gaze bore into him.
With a deep, hoarse voice, he spoke.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me."
The pressure around the man's head increased.
If it tightened any further, his skull would shatter.
The man's body trembled violently.
His bladder gave out.
Warmth spread down his legs as he stared into those lethal crimson eyes.
He understood without words.
If he spoke again—
He would die.
Maki loosened his grip.
The man dropped to the ground, collapsing in a heap. He didn't dare look up. Didn't dare breathe too loudly. His head lowered in submission.
Maki ignored him.
He continued walking toward the Anomalies, who were still roaring at the sky.
Each step he took left a mark.
Craaaack.
The asphalt beneath his foot fractured.
Another step.
Craaaack.
Another split formed in the street.
The cracks began to widen.
Deepen.
They slowly transformed into shallow craters.
Some civilians noticed.
They cast brief glances at the tall man in the Marine cap.
Then they kept running.
Survival came first.
Maki remained unbothered.
His gaze never shifted from the towering creatures ahead.
Step.
Craaaack.
Step.
The fractures deepened further.
He did not blink.
Not once.
His long black hair swayed gently with his movements.
His fingers curled slowly into a fist.
Bone cracked softly beneath his skin.
The sound was subtle—
But deliberate.
The atmosphere shifted.
Those still fleeing began to feel it.
The air grew heavy.
Breathing became difficult.
Conversations faltered.
Even the ground seemed tense.
More eyes turned toward him.
The tall man in the Marine cap.
Walking calmly toward the howling Anomalies.Unrushed and Unafraid.
Maki was close now.
Close enough to see them clearly. To inspect every scale. Its Every grotesque detail.
His red eyes sharpened as he observed the creatures from near range.
Their forms were vaguely humanoid, but the resemblance felt like a mockery of humanity rather than a similarity. Whatever they had once been had long ago been mutilated by something patient, deliberate, and deeply cruel.
Their skin was pitch black, armored beneath layers of thick overlapping scales. The plates were jagged and uneven, like slabs of obsidian hammered directly into living flesh. Some were cracked. Some were split open.
From those fractures seeped slow threads of blackened blood.
Where faces should have been, there were only skulls.
Two of them.
Human-shaped. Human-sized.
But stripped of everything that made a face recognizable. No eyes. No nose. No lips.Just completely naked bone and Cracked bone.
The skulls looked as though they had been violently forced through the creature's flesh from the inside, the edges of the bone splitting through scaled skin that had never fully healed around them.
Dark blood leaked constantly from the hollow sockets and broken seams, running down the skulls in thick sluggish trails before dripping from their jawbones like rot.
The sockets were empty.
And yet the sensation crawled across the skin like insects.They were watching Every movement and Every breath.
Growing from the crown of each skull was something far worse.
The bone had been split apart from within, as though something had forced its way through the skull and grown outward like a parasite claiming its host.
A massive carnivorous maw erupted from the shattered crown.
Four thick, fleshy leaf-like flaps spread outward, peeling apart slowly like the petals of some obscene flower blooming from a corpse.Inside waited rows of teeth.
Too many teeth.
Long, crooked spikes layered together in uneven clusters, some broken, some serrated, all stained a sick yellow-green from old blood and rot.The mouths flexed slowly.
A thick, viscous green fluid drooled constantly from between those teeth.
It stretched into heavy strands that clung to the spikes before falling in wet ropes to the ground below.Every drop hissed when it landed.The liquid smoked faintly as it ate into the stone beneath them.
At first glance, the growths almost resembled horns.
Until they moved.The mouths twitched.Flexing itself.
The petals peeled wider and it's l teeth shifted like grinding blades.
Showing its Alive.
Their necks stretched impossibly long, thin yet packed with dense muscle beneath the scaled armor. Each neck was nearly the length of a giraffe's, allowing the bleeding skulls and their parasitic maws to loom far above the ground like towering predators made of bone and rot.
With every movement, the necks bent and twisted in slow serpentine motions.
The scales grinding together with a dry scraping sound.
Beneath them, the torso retained the vague outline of a human body. ABroad shoulders.A thick chest.But the proportions were wrong.
Like something had attempted to recreate a human form purely from memory and failed in small disturbing ways. The muscles bulged in the wrong places, the ribs shifted beneath the skin, and the spine curved at angles that should have snapped bone.
Each creature possessed three arms.
Two arms erupted from the right shoulder, grotesquely swollen with muscle. Thick cords of sinew twisted beneath the scaled skin like writhing cables.
The third arm extended from the left, Longer and Leaner
But no less powerful.
All three arms ended in massive clawed hands. The fingers were too long, the joints bending in places where joints should not exist.
The claws themselves were jagged black hooks capable of splitting bone like wet wood.
Their lower halves abandoned humanity entirely.
The hips bent backward into the powerful frame of a deer, but the resemblance ended there.
There was no fur.
Only thick scales wrapped around the limbs like armor.
The joints bulged grotesquely, the muscles beneath them swollen and unnatural. The legs ended not in hooves but in long talon-like structures that stabbed deep into the ground with every step.
Each movement was slow, with Heavy and Deliberate.
And every motion produced sound.Scales sliding and Claws scraping.
Bones grinding softly inside the bleeding skulls.
The plant-like maws above began to open wider.
The petal flaps stretching until the teeth inside were fully exposed.
Green drool spilling in thicker streams.
The air around them filled with the stench of rot, acid, and something ancient that had crawled out of places where life was never meant to exist.
The skulls tilted.
The empty sockets facing forward. Its dark and hollow eyes was Watching,.waiting and clearly its Hungry.
!!ヽ(ﾟдﾟヽ)(ﾉﾟдﾟ)ﾉ!!
AM N. NOT.