Full Metal Crushing!

Dread briefly scanned the floor, his glowing eyes scrutinizing the tiny insects. He had followed a trail of these creatures from the hallways into this very room. Along the way, he made sure to stomp each and every one of them into a gooey paste under his metallic pads, smearing their remains across his sole and in-between the crevices of his treads. He enjoyed listening to the delightful ‘crunch!’ and ‘squelch!’ as the armored paw made quick work of them all.

The metallic wolf stamped into the lounge, where he quickly discovered that the ransacked rations were the source of all these pests.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

His foot descended down onto a darting roach, and upon impact, the sole instantly pulverized the creature, flattening it and splattering its guts across the flat, sturdy pad with a wet yet crunchy squelch. As he took a step forward, the mangled bug adhered to the bottom of his boot, joining the other multitude of other insects who fell victim to his dirty treads. The clattering and clanging of his boots echoed throughout the chamber with each step, causing the dozens of insects scampering across the ground, scavenging for crumbs of food, to halt for a moment as the ground trembled and the deafening noise reverberated.

Dread grinned as he lifted his foot above a sizable collection of the insects, revealing to them the filthy underside to his soon-to-be victims. Disfigured and flattened remains of the previous pests were caked onto the metallic sole, spreading from each bulbous toe down to his plump pad with a handful bisected by the gap in his treads. He flexed his toes as he hovered his foot above them, causing clumps of dirt and smushed bodies to detach from the metal, drizzling it onto the bugs below.

As a handful of the insects scattered from the predator, Dread thrusted his paw forward, his sole crashing towards the insects before they could crawl an inch away.

CRUNCH!

Their chitinous bodies crunched and popped when the pad smashed into them, squirting their guts onto the metal and tiles. Dread twisted his heel to grind them into the ground, resulting in a few more squelches and crunches as he squeezed their innards out of their deteriorating exoskeletons. He lifted up his paw to find that most of them were utterly maimed—covered in the yellow hemolymph, legs and shell torn, body as flat as disk—while a few were partially-crushed. They were unfortunate enough to be caught near his deep treads, and instead of being flattened upon impact, half of their bodies were stuck in the gaps while the rest were pulverized. The bugs squirmed and writhed as their guts poured outward.

Dread chuckled. He’ll finish them off later. For now, he had plenty of other pests to deal with.

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