This is a separate storyline for the F.A.R.T.S. saga in which Starg’s terrifying form is finally revealed. I plan on working it into the main story and perhaps turning it into a novel.
STARG> Okay guys, let’s see how we’re doing.
GORTH: $44
JIM: $4
SCOTT: $85
STARG> I am very disappointed. Go bloody your faces, all of you.
Jim and Scott rose from their seats to walk to the restroom but Gorth motioned them to sit back down.
“But we’re supposed to bloody our faces,” Jim protested.
“Just sit down.” Gorth said.
STARG> Why don’t I see any bloody faces?
Gorth sneered and typed in a response.
GORTH> Why don’t we see YOUR bloody face?
Scott gasped. “I really don’t think you were supposed to say that,” he said.
“I can say what I want. Starg doesn’t scare me.” Gorth replied.
STARG> I can act in ways that terrify everyone. Do NOT tempt me.
Gorth chuckled.
GORTH> I’d love to see you try.
STARG> YOU ARE MAKING A BIG MISTAKE.
GORTH> Typing in all caps is hardly considered terrifying.
“Come on, man,” Jim said nervously. “Don’t tease him like that.”
“I know what I’m doing,” Gorth said. “It will all make sense in a minute.”
STARG> LAST WARNING FOR ALL OF YOU TO BLOODY YOUR FACES
“I think we’d better do what he says,” Scott said.
“You’re not doing a thing. Sit back down.” Gorth said.
Suddenly the lights in the room went out, forcing the computers to shut down as the office plummeted into darkness. Then the office door flew open as Starg furiously stormed in before slamming it shut. He was growling and hyperventilating.
“Gorth,” Starg snarled, “You’ve got a lot of nerve.”
“I can’t say the same for you.” Gorth nonchalantly replied, “Why don’t we shed some light on the situation so we can at least see your face?”
Gorth pulled out a small flashlight from his pocket and switched it on to shine the light in Starg’s face.
Starg began screaming and tried covering his eyes. For the first time everyone could see what Starg looked like and it was a sight that terrified even Gorth.
Starg had a lumpy bald head of deathly-pale skin with small, beady black eyes and a small nose. His oversized mouth was wide open and screaming, exposing his sharpened yellow teeth. He stumbled backwards trying in vain to avoid the light Gorth was shining in his eyes.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Gorth said.
Starg didn’t answer as he lay withering on the floor.
“Scott, go in Starg’s office and switch on the lights. I’ll keep him occupied.”
“But how-”
“You’ll know more in a minute. Just switch on the lights.”
Scott stumbled through the dim light to Starg’s office, opened the door and reached for the switch to turn the lights back on in the office. There the agents stood, watching Starg lying on the floor, moaning and covering his eyes.
That’s all I have for now. I think I need to finish this.
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