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Thank you government overlords

My boss just brought me a random dude and told me to label him an Anomaly because, and get this, sometimes he forgets to breathe and then doesnt for 2 hours.

It’s taken me awhile to actually write this, upper management at the O.S.C decided that my blog required an inquest but couldn’t actually connect it to me and decided that the public wouldn’t take me serious… oh well.

You requested Abominations, also known as Mutants, Mutates, Cryptids, or Genetic Creations. Aboms are an odd classification, as they, unlike Shapeshifters, Vampires, Ghosts, ect. come in all sorts of shapes and sizes with minimal similarities between them. The Abomination is either created naturally or their genetics are tampered with.

The natural ones are known as Class 1.

My first experience with an abomination was Class 3, he was a young man, maybe 25 who had stumbled into the city with little memory of who he was or what was happening to him. He turned himself in to the Redonian Disease Containment Agency (RDCA), and they sent him to us.

I entered his testing room to see him sitting on a bed, coloring in a picture of a crocodile in an adult coloring book. He was sweet, kind, happy to comply with blood tests and trials. From what I’ve said he seems human, however at that time his transformation wasn’t close to done.

He was exhibiting signs of rapidly developing bone over top his skin. It was rough, blistering and thick in patches all over his body, his eyes had begun to turn yellow and he was getting taller and wider by the day.

I asked him how he was feeling and he laughed, his voice was hoarse and tired.

“I can hear them talking, the ones who made the trees. They tell me to wander the waters edge and…” he sighed and hung his head.

“They tell me to eat…”

I was going to press the issue, inquire as to what they want him to eat, but I had to get his blood tests processed.

Three days later he had become massive, hulking with horns and armored skin. He tore out of the facility and killed dozens.

I no longer needed to know what he ate.

The bisected bodies of coworkers answered that for me.

In many instances the OSC will initiate erasure protocols… that is to say my bosses will find and kill you in your home before you can spread your information… however we cant be everywhere and some humans prove useful. The Arc Angel Chain is a prayer chain email list that has hundreds of members… these emails contain prayers for victims of the occult all over the country… the names of businesses where a tracker can get cheap bullets, medical care, and a bed.

Trackers are an odd bunch. Without government resources they've managed to create more functional tools against the occult than most could create with our funding… We have specialized guns, they use blood magic. A tracker is a highly dangerous thing… they arent human anymore in that they are capable of fighting werewolves using only shotguns and their own blood.

The reason this creature has so many distinctions is because its technically 3 different things. We call it a Symbiotic Shadow. Its a ghost, a person, and something else we have yet to identify. Many call them Symbiotic Shadows, however that term is only taking the truth half seriously. Symbiotic though they may be a shadow is a different kind of monster. The first time I met a Symbiotic Shadow it was again in the high security wing, walls warded to keep a ghost contained, chains to keep the host down. It was a man, he looked like he would have been at home at a punk concert.

The researcher in charge told me that the subject had willingly been detained but the ghost had other ideas...

He sat in the middle of the room, a blind fold over his eyes. his brain waves were insane, the left hemisphere was lighting up as though he was talking and actively listening but he sat completely silent. a button was pressed and a tenis ball was dropped in to the room and without being able to see it the mans arms lifted and a glowing cyan substance, like jellyfish light errupted from his palms, tearing the tenis ball to shreds and deflecting it from hitting him the face. When the erruption began his entire brain lit up like an apartment building during a fire. I asked what else he could do and was told that the outershell, the unidentified third part of the Symbiotic Shadows Triad could deflect bullets, be worn like armor, sharpen in to blades, heal his entire body in near minutes. Its amazing. Many occult psychologies are built around preservation, many werewolves only transform when threatened for example, however this is something entirely different.

The ghost possesses a host, either with or without consent, hitching a ride in their body as U-4003 (the place where ghosts live) can be quite hard to traverse without a living host who can ignore the geometry. The ghost and host may bond and if they do their spirits get sewn together... The ghost can taste food again, feel the wind on their flesh again. As such its impossible to separate the host and spirit, the ghost will fight as hard as it can to keep its host alive. 2 days after I met the specimine in the room it broke free, tore apart the building by turning that glowing blue substance into blades and fighting its way out.