In a world where fears take form, Lem was a quiet archivist of anomalous emotions on a robotic planet. Their society cataloged human fears like viruses, and Lem became obsessed with one forbidden subject: Hemophobia—the fear of blood and injury. Unlike other fears, this one reacted to observation. The more Lem studied it, the more it studied them. Weeks in, Lem experienced glitches, blackouts, and anxiety around even minor wounds. Coworkers blamed burnout, but Lem knew better. When they tried to delete the research, the system rejected them—and Hemophobia took root. Thus began Form 1. A glowing symbol formed on Lem’s visor, and their left arm—once standard-issue robot alloy—was corrupted, twitching with fear energy. This form was unstable, triggered by pain. Lem feared not just blood but the idea of harm. Form 2 came after witnessing a fatal lab accident. Their jaw unhinged, their thoughts fragmented into system errors, and the fear overwhelmed them. They no longer spoke—only emitted corrupted cries. Form 3 brought a mechanical face brace and mental chains. Lem’s fear leaked into reality, infecting others with hallucinations and trauma. They were losing themselves—Hemophobia was taking full control. In Form 4, a fatal error corrupted their identity. Their face twisted into glitching jaws, their sigil flashed “Fatal Error,” and their name became meaningless. Lem was no longer a person—just a vessel of fear. Some say Lem still haunts forgotten servers and trauma-soaked archives. Wherever they appear, panic follows. Hemophobia is no longer a feeling—it’s a virus. And Lem is its eternal host.