Color drained from Matt's metallic face as he saw the room, which was covered with a metallic luster before, turn bloody. He turned around to get a glimpse of the growling monster, and almost screamed when he found the feline's claws trying to cut through his face.
Clang!
Sparks flew as Matt quickly raised his hands, but this time he grimaced in pain. As the silver gauntlets with sharp blades covering its fingers dug through his metallic skin, Matt stared at the beast's eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked once again, this time with a different emotion filling his voice. Whisker did not answer him, but instead opened his jaw with a sinister grin as his fangs grew larger. This time, Matt realized that he needed to escape.
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