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(Inspired by this post by @wayward-delver)

The Krang don’t know fear. They are fear. They instill it. They feed on it.

But here, in this moment… this krang knows fear.

Rubble shifts behind it, the small rattling of loose stones loud in the dark, and the krang whips its battlesuit around, laser sight sweeping over shattered concrete and broken rebar to take aim at–

Nothing at all.

The krang lets out a strained chuckle. Just its imagination, that’s all. It’s just been out here too long, hunting down some of those pathetic rats calling themselves a “resistance”. Ha, as if anyone could truly resist the Krang.

“Come out, little rat,” it calls out, infusing its voice with a bravado it doesn’t truly feel. “We both know how this game ends. Why draw it out? I promise I’ll make it quick.”

No answer. The krang takes a cautious step forward, mindful of its footing. Its battlesuit is small, mobile, not well-suited to the awkward terrain of the ruined building. It shouldn’t have needed anything larger. No, it didn’t need anything larger, because this was… this was nothing. A minor inconvenience.

Something scrapes to the krang’s left, the subtle whisper of… a footstep. The krang whirls.

An inhuman shape silhouetted by only the weak, red light filtering down through a gap in the broken ceiling. Bedraggled, scarred, its eyes nothing but twin pinpricks in the dark… utterly silent save for the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of a single claw against stone, and a rattling hiss that is alien even to the extradimensional krang. Its head tilts ninety degrees before it takes one long, slow step forward. Languid. Unhurried.

The Krang don’t know fear.

But here, in this moment… this one does.