Incognito

've Just received a couple of texts from a phone number that makes no sense with about five minutes of an interval between them, I live in Israel and phone numbers here usually start with either "05-something" 03 or 04 for stationary lines. International numbers start with a +"Number". The text I got was 0104\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Neither the length nor the numerical structure makes no sense.

Don't even get me started on the content of the text... I... I honest... Have no idea how to even describe it. It's just so... I don't even know, maybe some of you can tell me. I... confused as to what this could be.

Anyway; here's a copy of the first text;

Hm… My body, it feels heavy. I haven’t felt this way in a while. Hm… I feel heavy… I feel the pressure of an atmosphere caressing my form. I haven’t felt that in a while now. I‘ve been sleeping. I must’ve been awakened. I wonder what awakened me. What needs me… Who… I see a light… It’s fire… I can smell the scent of burning carbon… Something else too… Something… Metallic…

Someone’s talking… I don’t understand they’re saying… I do not know this crude language they speak… It’s so base and lowly, the sounds… They are so guttural and rough. They sound like their speech is straining their bodies. There is more than one, yes.

I see I can see, I am prone inside some sort of organic waste material, it‘s red and soft and slimy. It has the structure of oil. I can feel some of it in my hand. It’s as if it is about to slip right past my fingers if I apply any pressure on it.

That is the source of the metallic smell… This crimson liquid, I see now.

I see those who had called upon my name.

Yes.

They have the same general shape as me. They seem to walk on two of their limbs just like me. They all have different external features on their heads. They have manes… Each specimen‘s mane grows differently from the rest. Some of them have a creamy color, and others have a deep brown hue. Some are taller than the others.

Some of them are producing melodic sounds as they spasm about in choreographed shapes all around the fire.

Some are just standing; I think they are looking at me.

Yes.

They are looking at me.

I reach out my arm; I need someone to help me to my feet.

It’s been so long since I‘ve used these legs.

I need someone to help me up to my feet.

I cannot spread my wings.

My wings… My wings will obliterate them.

I reach out… And one of them grabs my arm… Its touch is so soft. If I were to apply even the slightest pressure, I would break the appendage of this creature. I let it pull me up to my feet. I don’t want to break its delicate appendage. It needs me. As I stand on my feet, the specimen that had helped me get up is already convulsing.

It’s an unfortunate side effect I have on organic beings, they shapeshift; no, they break down and reassemble themselves as extensions of my being.

The specimen‘s body turns itself inside out. It now stands on all of its appendages. Its head is turned backward and upside down; its mane is now in the front and it hands upside down. The unique carvings on its head are now upside down. It's now covered in a pulsating reddish mass. I can see a purple and crimson liquid coursing through tiny tubes all around its shape. It heaves.

I think there’s an acidic sack on its now back side. Corrosive liquid flows down on the ground from it.

These specimens could be useful.

They all seem agitated right now, emitting these high-pitched noises and moving around hastily, seemingly without direction.

Some of them are emitting violent low-pitched growls, I think they are directed at me.

I don’t think they‘ll understand if I tried to explain.

I don’t think they‘ll comprehend my spe – something just tapped on my back, it looks like one of those creatures is trying to shove his crude metal tool into my back.

I’ll just ignore his efforts.

Why… Why are those things poking at my new companion? It willingly became my companion… Why are they trying to incapacitate it? It touched me. It wanted this. I didn’t force it. Why are they touching my property?

I don’t like this.

I don’t want this.

They have to stop.

They won’t stop.

Why won’t they stop?

Can’t they see I’m angry?

Doesn’t the emergence of my horns make it clear that I am upset?

Why won’t they stop trying to poke at me with their crude objects?

Savages… Cease!

Stop… Stop… Stop… Stop this, you lowlife fiends!

Stop!

Here's the second one

Seems like I‘ve lost control of my actions again, I‘ve destroyed every last one of them.

They clearly deserved this. They were hostile towards my new companion and me. They made me blast holes through their cores. They were the ones that forced me to drain all that wretched crimson liquid from out of them. They were the ones that made me cut them up into ribbons of organic waste. They were the ones that forced me to break the harder white tubes inside of them straight through their outer layers.

They‘re the ones that made me turn them into puddles of gelatinous mess.

I can make all of those puddles of organic garbage into more companions.

Perhaps they’ll rid me of the loneliness that has riddled me for so long.

*I am deleting these texts and blocking the number, reading this thing for a couple more times made me shudder. I don't like this*