Preview of Snooping Severa
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Summary: Severa sneaks into a shady lab to grab evidence enough that the authorities will do something about it. However, when a glue trap doesn't deter her, she soon discoveres there are even heavier means hidden to automatically deal with intruders.
Word Count (Full Version): 2847
While this room was seemingly empty itself a glass window and door at the far end showed tables with files and documents aplenty. That might well be something she could use.
“Finally I’m getting somewhere but… ugh, what is this stuff?” She stated as she looked down at the stretching putty like ground, striding as wide as she could to try and get past it while touching it as little as possible. She’d been alert, the ground she’d been on had only left the barest of prints which had faded, but as before, a trap had been hidden, a long wire halfway up her shin that had blended in well with the floor.
A snap sounded in the air as the wire tripped her, sending her toppling forward. She let out a yelp, her hands landing to catch her fall. Both palms splatting into that chilly, springy floor, as too did her knees and the top of her feet. “Oh blech!” She groaned, looking around, seeing the now loose wire, kicked free by her stumbling and her fur ruffling as surprise and confusion were shunted aside by a grossed out disgust. The stuff clung to her hands and fingers, thick and gooey. “Get off.” She grumbled at it, trying to wipe it off and only managing to further cake up her hands.
Through it all there was also a stubborn sense of worry, had it been a trap or an accident? Had that wire merely tripped her, or had it triggered something else? She had to get back to her feet, whatever it was but six points of contact were harder to overpower than the two, especially given she was fatigued from her glue-walking.
As she pulled and thrashed, trying to get onto her knees so that her hands would break, her eye glanced about the room, noticing now that the door she came in by had no keypad to get back out. Another chill traced down her back at the revelation, she’d need to go forward to proceed!
Her fingers tensed, trying to bunch up the floor enough that it would release any part of her, straining as she felt her palm pop free and carefully tried to stretch the hand off it. Another wet smack let her at least remove one point, using the hand to wipe her brow and smooth her hair into the cover of the hood again. “One down but… ugh, c’mon, c’mon!” She huffed in frustration, starting to understand why they didn’t patrol this way. With one hand free she hoped she could focus on the other but it also meant her upper body was weighing more heavily upon it.
The ground itself seemed unwilling to let her rest. It was tugging back, softly at first, such that she didn’t notice it was the floor itself but then it began pulling on her knees and feet with growing intensity. “Huh?” She had time to ask before with the same force she’d employed to break her hand free, the floor seized and pulled down as it came alive! The tripwire had indeed done something!
The once solid ground was rippling and writhing. It flowed over her stuck hand and feet, up the back of her shins, before all around her the surface quivered.
“Ah-ghmmghhffh!!!” Suddenly a wave of it erupted upwards, cascading and falling over the top of her. In mere seconds the charr woman was splattered by the material which weighed and pulled her down, sealing to itself and contracting. “Mmmhh!” She squeaked, the substance flowing over and under her clothing, brushing all over her fur in its chilly cool touch then creaking as it forcibly compressed her down until her forehead was kissing the floor, legs trapped, bent at the knee. There was a ping like a sheet of rubber being released all around her, snapping her slightly up from the ground, detached in a tightly compressing bag.