It wore the old warehouse like a child wears a blanket to ward off monsters. Before the warehouse was several shipping containers - emptied out and held together by its mass - and before that a caravan and before that a burnt out car and o on for god only knows how long a thing like it has lived or will live.
It didn't take up the entire warehouse though, it had enough space to grow, enough space to feed and it had a regular supply. Every month new workers would come in under the guise of prison labour and rehabilitation and they never came back out.
The disguise was as fragile as the rust-eaten walls that had all but crumbled away in the corners, revealing a surprisingly delicate carapace still too young to be left uncovered. If anyone were to peer into the upper windows they'd see countless eyes peering back among the fragmented bones it used to reinforce itself.
Soon it would need another shell.
It didn't take up the entire warehouse though, it had enough space to grow, enough space to feed and it had a regular supply. Every month new workers would come in under the guise of prison labour and rehabilitation and they never came back out.
The disguise was as fragile as the rust-eaten walls that had all but crumbled away in the corners, revealing a surprisingly delicate carapace still too young to be left uncovered. If anyone were to peer into the upper windows they'd see countless eyes peering back among the fragmented bones it used to reinforce itself.
Soon it would need another shell.
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