Since waking up, Yazmina had been plagued by the same dream.

Scorpions.

Blood.

And always—a voice.

It whispered her name, lingering at the edges of her consciousness, neither fully present nor entirely absent. It was familiar, yet unfamiliar, like a half-forgotten memory buried beneath years of silence.

She couldn't place it.

But she felt it had always been there. Waiting.

Yazmina had never been the type to dwell on uncertainty. Since losing her father, she had learned to rely on herself, to keep her distance. She was used to being forgotten, overlooked—just another shadow in the lives of others.

And she preferred it that way.

She found comfort in solitude, in the quiet certainty of science. Romance, friendships, attachments—none of it had ever mattered.

She had always preferred silence.

Or at least—that’s what she thought.

Then, it spoke.

A voice, deep and guttural, slithered into her consciousness like a predator sinking its claws into prey. It wasn’t external. It wasn’t something she heard.

It was inside her.

"Yazmina."

Her breath hitched.

Instinctively, her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her. Her heart didn’t race—she had trained herself too well for that—but a slow, heavy weight settled in her chest.

The voice was wrong. Ancient.

She wasn’t afraid.

But she listened.

"You remembered everything."

Her red irises gleamed under the dim light.

Yes.

She did.

The missing fragments of her past had snapped into place like pieces of a shattered mirror, reflecting a reality she hadn’t been ready for.

She had been asleep for seven years.

And now—she was different.

Her body felt unfamiliar, her strength unnatural. The nine segmented tails shifting behind her were proof of that. They responded to her thoughts, but also to something deeper. Something primal.

And now, she knew why.

"Who are you?" she murmured, voice steady.

A low, guttural chuckle rumbled through her skull. It vibrated through her bones, something cold and amused.

"Who am I?"

It laughed.

"I am the part of you that has always been here."

Her gaze darkened.

The scorpion.

She had always wondered. Always questioned how she had survived something that should have killed her as a child. How her body had adapted. How she had become something more.

And now—

She had her answer.

The scorpion had never left her.

It had only been waiting.

"You and I are one," it rasped, its voice curling into something hungry. "And now that you are finally awake... I wonder—"

A pause.

A slow, taunting hum.

"What will you do with me?"

Yazmina exhaled, her grip loosening.

She could feel it now.

A presence. A force. A part of her.

And for the first time—

She smirked.

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Deep within the labyrinthine corridors of Playtime Co., shadows flickered, stretching unnaturally as something blurred past—too fast to see, too quick to catch.

A figure wove through the metal passageways like liquid shadow, slipping through the dim glow of emergency lights, barely making a sound.

But behind it—

THUD. THUD. THUD.

A monstrous figure charged after it, its heavy, rapid stomps echoing violently through the halls.

Boxy Boo.

The devil in the box.

The mechanical predator was relentless, its spring-like limbs coiling and snapping forward with terrifying speed, closing the distance with each lunge. Its box creaked with every movement, its teeth gleaming under the flickering lights, its singular glowing eye locked onto its target with unbridled fury.

And Yazmina—

She was laughing.

She knew Boxy Boo would recognize her.

She had escaped from its grasp before. Had cheated death. Had survived the Hour of Joy when it had been oh-so-close to crushing her between its jaws.

And now, it wanted revenge.

Boxy Boo’s screech of rage tore through the corridors as it launched forward, its powerful limbs stretching unnaturally to grab her—

But Yazmina twisted, arching her back mid-air, her body bending at an impossible angle as she flipped away, landing lightly on her feet.

"Come on," she taunted, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement. "You can do better than that."

Boxy Boo snarled, its body coiling before springing—

And Yazmina took off.

Her speed was unnatural, her movements fluid, weaving between obstacles, scaling walls, flipping over railings with an effortless grace. But even as fast as she was—Boxy Boo was faster.

It closed in, its limbs stretching, clawed hands just inches from grabbing her.

Yazmina's grin widened.

Then—

A new sensation rippled through her back.

Her body knew before her mind did.

In an instant, her nine segmented tails erupted from behind her, whipping through the air with a terrifying precision. They struck against the walls, the floors, propelling her forward at a speed even she hadn’t anticipated.

She shot ahead like a bullet, the sudden burst of movement widening the gap between her and Boxy Boo.

For a second—just a second—Boxy Boo faltered.

It hadn’t expected that.

Neither had Yazmina.

But she didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow.

She only laughed again, exhilarated by the sheer power behind her movement.

"Now we're talking."

Boxy Boo let out another enraged shriek and lunged forward once more, its determination redoubled.

But Yazmina was ready.

This wasn’t just a game anymore.

This was a test.

A test of speed.

A test of endurance.

A test of what her new body was truly capable of.

And for the first time—she wanted to see just how far she could go.

Then, a thought settled in her mind.

It had already been three years.

Three years since she woke up from that deep sleep.

Three years since she had learned the truth of her transformation.

Three years since she had accepted she wasn’t human anymore.

Time had stretched and blurred inside the factory’s cold, mechanical depths. There was no day, no night—only endless darkness and the hum of unseen machinery.

Three years of being something more.

And yet, she still wasn’t done learning.

A smirk pulled at her lips as she twisted through the air, her tails striking against the walls, propelling her into another sharp turn.

She could feel it.

The restlessness in her limbs. The untamed potential surging beneath her skin.

She wasn’t just running.

She was training.

As Yazmina twisted through the corridors, her body a blur of motion, she felt it again—that familiar pull.

A creeping sensation that slithered beneath her skin, coiling around her mind like a predator biding its time.

"Let me show you," the scorpion purred, its voice slick with amusement. "You are fast, but I could make you faster. Stronger. All you have to do is—"

"No."

The refusal was instant. Sharp.

Yazmina could feel it pushing at the edges of her consciousness, testing, waiting for a moment of weakness.

It had tried before.

There were moments—fleeting but undeniable—when it wanted control. When she would feel her body tense in ways she hadn’t commanded, her tails twitching with a hunger that wasn’t hers.

The scorpion was arrogant. More arrogant than Harley, at times. It spoke like it owned her, like she was merely a vessel for something greater.

But Yazmina—

She wasn’t a puppet.

She smirked, even as she twisted mid-air, barely avoiding another swipe from Boxy Boo’s claws.

"I’m the one in charge," she murmured, her voice laced with amusement.

The scorpion laughed, deep and dark, unconvinced. "For now."

Yazmina’s smirk widened.

"We’ll see."

Because she wasn’t just learning how to use this power.

She was teaching it, too.

Teaching this restless, arrogant side of herself exactly what it meant to be in control.

(So guys the voice of the scorpion was actually similar to the voice of Venom from the Venom Movie if you know you know, that's it! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!😉)