SCENE 1 — "Why are these things even here?"
Chaos spreads through the school: panicked voices, crying students, teachers pretending they're in control.
But beneath the noise…
Three petty eldritch creatures slither out from vents and cracks:
misshapen things,
hungry things,
things that only exist because something deeper anchored them here.
They are NOT strong.
They are NOT smart.
Just opportunistic scavengers.
The moment they sense Meykami, they hesitate — like dogs approaching the wrong backyard.
SCENE 2 — Meykami could not care less
Meykami doesn't even look up.
He's walking down the hallway, hands in pockets, face calm and bored.
The creatures hiss, their bodies twitching, trying to figure out how to attack.
Meykami sighs lightly.
Without stopping, without turning, without emotion, a ripple of his shadow spreads across the floor like spilled ink.
The petty creatures—
collapse.
Like insects sprayed with something they were never meant to survive.
Their bodies flatten.
Their forms unravel.
Their existence evaporates into a thin mist of darkness that gets sucked straight into Meykami's shadow… automatically.
No flair.
No interest.
No smile.
He doesn't even blink.
To him, these things are:
> "Annoying. Small. Already forgotten."
He keeps walking.
SCENE 3 — Something else moves
But then—
everything stops.
The lights flicker.
The ground hums softly.
A pressure fills the hallway, cold enough to make breath waver.
A deeper shadow rises from the floor like oil.
A real eldritch presence.
An anchor.
A being powerful enough to hold an infestation together.
It emerges with a grotesque elegance, many eyes blinking open within a shifting mass of void-tissue.
This one isn't prey.
It isn't weak.
It's a warlord in their hierarchy.
And it looks dead at Meykami.
SCENE 4 — This is where he changes
Meykami freezes mid-step.
Not in fear.
In… recognition.
A tiny spark of amusement hits his expression.
A twitch.
A flicker.
Then—
He turns his head just slightly… too slightly.
Like something not used to being human is imitating being human.
The anchor entity snarls, but it's nervous.
It senses something.
Something it shouldn't.
The air tightens.
And then—
The smile.
Not wide.
Not crazy.
Just a slow, knowing, terrifying lift of lips.
A smile meant ONLY for something worth his attention.
And then—
his eyes turn white.
Not glowing, not shining —
just blank, empty, existential white.
Every eldritch creature in the building goes silent at once.
Even the anchor recoils.
Like it just realized the monster in the room was never it.
SCENE 5 — Interest = Doom
Meykami steps forward softly, shoes making almost no sound.
The anchor creature's mass ripples in utter panic —
a rare thing for a being like it.
It backs up.
Its many eyes widen.
Its limbs twist, searching for escape.
But escape died the moment Meykami smiled.
His shadow lifts off the ground like loose fabric caught in a storm.
Thin, tendril-like fractures in reality reach toward the creature — silently, patiently.
Not attacking.
Just waiting.
Because once he's interested—
everything ends.