A BOTTOMLESS CURSE, A BOTTOMLESS SEA || CAUSTIC

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DR. CAUSTIC

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TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."

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This was a mistake. Everything about his situation was a mistake in every sense. Caustic hated being here, hated this body, hated what he had become. It was awful feeling and his mind tried to grip with the ramifications that escape may be impossible.
He was ruined by the idea that familiar others, such as Bloodhound, were appearing now. If Bloodhound was here, were there more? Was there a version of the games in this dimension? Could he sign up? Caustic appears from the bushes now, meeting the other wolf at a safe distance.
Many questions, many questions indeed.

"Bloodhound," he greets, a flick of the tail followed by a cough. "How did you get here?"

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime