First Creep

My joints clicked awake in the quiet room. I planted my claws against the polished wooden planks, testing the friction. They held firm. With a small twitch of mischievous intent, four extra foil-wrapped limbs unfolded from underneath me, digging into the wood grain. I flexed my dark fingers and gave the floor a slow, deliberate scratch, feeling the smooth groove give beneath my touch. I can crawl now. Good.