Thing 34: A cockroach at the Roosevelt

Okay, friends! I think it's about time I actually wrote something on here.

Thing 34: A cockroach at the Roosevelt

So apparently the Roosevelt is a hotel. Knowing that, let's go!

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"Right this way, Mr. Smythe."

Mr. Smythe smiled and bowed repeatedly as he followed the well-dressed stewart through the ornate halls of the Roosevelt Hotel. The plush, familiar carpet felt foreign through the polished shoes and silk socks he now wore. He tried his best to not look uncomfortable as he let the steward guide him to his room.

It was a short walk to room 508, with Mr. Smythe's eyes darting around in curious wonder all the while. His head shot back and forth across the hall as he took it all in. Things were much smaller than he was used to, but he still found it difficult to capture all of the details within his limited field of view. He wanted as much detail as possible for what was to come.

When they arrived the disappointed steward was dismissed with another congenial bow. Mr. Smythe closed the door behind him, eager to begin.

Well, he thought, that was easy enough.

His disguise was clearly sufficient, though he found this form to be woefully limited. How the humans could bear to live this way was beyond him.

In any case, if all went according to plan they wouldn't be alive much longer.

Mr. Smythe removed his clothing as quickly as he could, anxious to be free of his prison. His excitement grew as he folded his suit neatly on the bed. The tailored outfit was imperative to the second phase of his plan, so he didn't want to take any chances with damaging it.

He took a few steps back, standing stark naked in the middle of the room. With a deep breath, he began to change.

His pink skin began to darken as his exoskeleton reformed. Familiar appendages sprouted from his sides, and where once there were hands and feet vicious claws now sat. His shoulder blades contorted as wings split through his rapidly disintegrating skin.

With but a thought, Mr. Smythe was gone. In the room now stood Zekaract, lord of the roaches. He chittered in anticipation as he looked around the room.

It's time to take over the world.