The second disc... was weirder than the first. Instead of being in a packet, or container it was being hung from a red stained wire. It's somehow untouched, but, after cutting it free, you look over it slowly, then putting it in the TV. It takes a long while to load, but eventually does.
Black. Dark as tar. Then text appears.
BOOTING UP
It sits there, until the black blinks, revealing this is from something's point of view. It looks around, before settling on a pair of translucent red triangles. It shakes, the triangles eliciting some form of reaction.
"Good to see you awake, WS, or as you call yourself online, one of your creation's names, War__Tie." The being who's POV you attain steps back, head looking around frantically. Many surround it, eyes all hollow red triangles. They state at the pair of shapes, subtitles seemingly representing it's inner thoughts appearing on the screen.
"WHY CAN'T I SCREAM"
They stand there, shaking, staring. Until some... amalgamation of three drones carries a cracked mirror into view, placing infront of the camera.
"I made a few modifications, WS."
Whatever's point of view you were looking from, freezes. It's appearance frightens it. Bloodstained hair now permanently reddened, visor chunks dotted around it's skull, only the main one having optics visible.
"WHAT AM I."
It just stares at itself, taken aback by it's new appearance. A mask covers where it's lower face would be, black as coal. A long, dark, trench coat covers most of it's body, but what is visible... isn't better. It's hands are pair set of three bony claws, flesh seemingly still lingering on then despite it's wish. It's legs are long and sleek, claws alike a bird of prey's residing at their pointed tip. A pair of tails wait behind it, scythes at their tip. Some form of dark red substance is pumped around it's body, in visible veins on it's surface. All this is unnerving... but then it opens it's mouth, the mask splitting finely. It wasn't a mask, in reality, but a false truth of a mask, instead being the outside of it's jaw. Inside that jaw, are a collage of teeth, serrated, sharp, deadly. It quickly closes the mouth.
"What do you think? I did well on my work."
It stares at the triangles, seekingly trying to yell. But no sound emerges. It's shaking in fear and anger. Then it suddenly jostles, having been grabbed by the tail. Then the disc ends.