The Mimic Roblox の小説・ストーリー

Solin nodded. But Cael said, “What if it’s not?” Riven looked at the female mimic. “Can you choose?” It hesitated. Then, very slowly: “We remember the shape of choice.” That’s when the lights dimmed. And the real problem arrived. Another mimic dropped from the rafters — larger, armored, four limbs instead of two. Its body glistened with wet plating. Its face was blank — no mouth, no eyes. It moved like a snake wearing a man’s skin.

Kael caught her mid-air and rolled into a defensive crouch. Lyra lunged in, her blade glowing faintly with the sigils of the Spire. She aimed for the creature’s throat, but it twisted around her and struck with a bladed limb, slicing across her shoulder. Elias stepped in, sword raised high, and with one brutal arc cleaved through the mimic’s chest. Black sludge hissed as it splattered across the ground—but the mimic didn’t fall. Caine moved quickly, drawing a burning line of light with his palm and slamming it into the mimic’s back.

As she worked, a log entry caught her eye, audio only: “...the behavioral adaption is astonishing. The specimens don’t just mimic appearances; they pull from our own memories, our fears, to become them. It’s not a physical threat… it’s a psychological one. They make you see what you most dread…” A chill that had nothing to do with the water went down her spine. Mimic. Pull from memories. Was that what the game was doing with Aiden’s resemblance? Or was it something more? She shook off the thought and finished the sequence. Lights flickered on throughout the chamber with a rising hum. The primary objective updated. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE ACHIEVED: POWER RESTORED SECONDARY OBJECTIVE PROGRESS: SYNCH

It carried a label in its metadata. ASHWIRE: Phase Zero. She picked up the secure line. “Sophie. We’ve got a new player.” Within twenty minutes, Sophie was in Phoenix’s newly decentralized HQ hub, scanning the breach. “This isn’t a hack,” Camellia explained. “It’s a mimic. It poses as a valid node and then starts drifting consensus.” Sophie’s eyes narrowed. “Meaning?” “If they get enough of these fake nodes inside, they can start rewriting protocol from the inside.”

A mimic stone—I'd read about them in the forbidden texts, artifacts so dangerous that most packs had banned them entirely. They didn't just record memories; they twisted them, warped them, created false recollections that felt more real than reality itself. And this one had been specifically crafted to sound like me. As if in response to my recognition, the stone pulsed in my hand, and suddenly the chamber was full of voices.

Jonah mocked humorously. The guy knew how to play with fire, I will certainly give him that one, but he was playing a game he would eventually lose and he wouldn't like the outcome at the end of that loss. Because the only way this game was going to end was with his death. It only seemed fitting for it to end that way.

Nothing's going to happen from Somerset. "Thanks. Appreciate it. Oh, yeah, can you toss some feed in for Simba?" "He doesn't like me," Neil said dryly. "He doesn't like me either, but he does like being fed. And if you don't he'll start eating his tankmates." "All right, I'll feed your surly and poisonous fish." "You don't have to cuddle him, just throw in some krill." "Easier said than done. That creature is part piranha, I am sure."

"Mister, we’re simulating an escape room game. I’ll give you half an hour and you’ll have to find a way to untie the rope within this duration. Tell me, can you do it?" "Jenson’s” face was innocent and harmless as if he would never hurt a fly. Grayson looked at that face and nodded curtly. "I can do that." Baby Robbie found a roll of tape and Grayson felt that the situation was escalating. He was starting to get a little scared. "Master Jenson, what are you going to do?" Baby Robbie said airily, "Since we’re doing a simulation, we should make everything as realistic as possible." With those words, he taped Grayson's mouth shut mercilessly.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I snapped my gaze at him as I tried to decipher his words. “You mean they weren’t who they claimed to be? But wouldn’t someone have recognized them?” Both Finn and Ivan were quiet. “We weren’t looking for it. Someone could have come in and pretended. None of us asked the hard questions or really talked enough to make them give themselves away.” Finn clicked his tongue angrily. “It could have been a fucking mimic.” A mimic was a creature that little was known about. They were closely related to ghosts but their nature was associated with demons, yet their magic was similar to a fairy. They had the uncanny ability to ‘mimic’ any appearance of any creature. This included copying their voice and