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((many apologies for delayed replies (i mean more delayed than usual because i am a slow motherfucker) 

exams were this week so that captivated most of my attention hfjdsfkjd they end tomorrow, though, so I should be able to get on completing replies with Monoko, Clive, and... Shoma... yeah!))

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What a peculiar sensation. Fingers tentatively prodded at the obtrusive knot in her stomach, a previous wound that had appeared to mutate along with the rest of her. It usually wasn’t a bother, sometimes it would leak a little fluid but that was hardly anything to fuss about. In fact, most days Monoko forgot that it was even there. Today, however, she had woken up with an unusual feeling calling her attention to her obscure belly.  It wasn’t painful, not at first, but it wasn’t pleasant either. As she continued to prod and poke a sudden gurgling noise erupted from her bowels and caused the girl to jump, startled at the prospect of her stomach speaking to her.

Empty.

That’s what it was telling her. I’m empty, fill me. Never before had Monoko needed to eat. There was simply no point, not only was there nothing substantial in the white desert but neither her nor her sister ever seemed to require it. A function that had become lost and eventually forgotten the longer they stayed in the dream world. Now that Monoko had entered this reality, apparently her body had to adapt to the laws of this dimension, which were if one wanted to go on living they would need to replenish themselves with nutrience.

After about an hour of wandering and whimpering around the hallways, her socked feet finally touched inside the cafeteria floor. At first she stood there, taking in the image of the perpetually bleached walls and scattered metal tables. Where was the food, though? Once more her stomach sounded the alarm that it needed to eat and Monoko let out a pitifully gargled whimper. Her vision was poor to begin with, what with one eye always being drowned in tears and facing the opposite direction of her other. To be in a foreign place and thoughts clouded by hunger was not the easiest situation.

When a figure suddenly came into view, and before even stopping to think about whether he could be danger or not Monoko wobbled over, arms bouncing with every step. As she got closer she could determine that it was another person, two arms, two legs, one head, with muted colored features. Her mouth began to water even more than usual, causing large globs of drool to hit the floor like drops of speckled rain.

Hello Mister, would you mind pointing me in the direction where the food is?

..Is what Monoko wanted to say, if her physiology would allow it. But in this state the young girl’s mind and body were rather disconnected, and instead of her mouth forming words it had gone for the feral approach and clamped its wet lips around the stranger’s arm. Her teeth didn’t clamp down hard enough for it to be considered a threat, but it wasn’t the most pleasant of gestures either. Tongue swirling around, she continued to nibble on this random man’s arm, disregarding any sort of manners that she could have had. 

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The last thing that Johan remembered was being shot in the head, for the second time. He should have died, but again was saved, most likely by the doctor who had shot him. The blond man took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, expecting the familiar hospital he should have been in, and possibly the doctor he knew so well. A disappointed frown slid into place when his expectations weren’t met - this looked nothing like any hospital he’d ever been in before. Had the doctor shipped him off somewhere? Was this a prison? God only knew how much he deserved a cold, dark prison cell, but … this didn’t seem like it, in the conventional sense at least. His room had a homier feel to it, as if someone had deliberately tried to make it less like a hospital room, but hadn’t tried very hard. 

The next move to be made, he supposed, was to explore, which involved the laborious task of sitting up and eventually getting out of bed. A glance around the room didn’t reveal much, aside from the fact that it looked as though he would be sharing it. There were three other beds, each one identical to his own. Next to his bed, however, there was a desk, a computer, and what seemed to be a small gun laying atop a booklet. 

He gingerly picked up the gun, testing its weight and attempting to cock it. Much to his disappointment, however, it was a toy; it probably shot BBs, and he’d have to test that later, but for now it simply went into his pocket. More interesting, though, was the booklet, which simply stated in bold, black print, that it was the patient’s manual. So he was still in a hospital, as he’d guessed. Reading the manual, however, brought a smirk to his lips. An infection? Curious. At least it seemed like a decent quality facility … and perhaps he could stir up some of his own special excitement within it, as he’d done numerous times before.

The entire thing seemed fairly interesting, and Johan was almost pleased that he’d been sent to this hospital instead of the many others he could have been dumped into … the last thing he needed to do, however, was see the other ‘patients’. His room didn’t look like there were any other people living in it, so the only thing to do would be leaving it, which suited him just fine.

Straightening himself and tidying up proved an easy task, and Johan swiftly left his room, strolling at a leisurely pace in what he hoped was the direction of the cafeteria. He wasn’t very hungry, but eateries almost always proved the best for social interaction, if only in the form of observation. He found a seat, however, in the middle of what he could only imagine was the cafeteria, and … watched.

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A gasp. 

It spoke to her... it didn't just speak but it spoke to her! Oh, in such a beautiful voice too, no one in the desert talked like this. (Then again, no one in the desert talked period.) Monoko fumbled even more, her movements became twitchy and elbows jerked every which way. Her tongue smacked against the roof of her mouth a bit, syllables of indeterminable drabble slipping through the mastication.

"M..mnm... Mah... Mo... mMMoonn...mo..n.."

More fidgeting. Finally Monoko took a deep breath in and held it, staring at the pony with her one controllable eye before--

"MONOKO!"

It seemed her yelp had even scared herself, as the monstrous girl quickly backed away, arms crouching around her all over as she stared wide-eyed at the creature. Oh, she hoped it didn't frighten her too...

“Huh? Oh, well howd- woah…”

Applejack sure didn’t expect this. It… looked human, but with a few more appendages than she had seen on the others. She didn’t know what to make of it. The pony tilted her head to try and make sense of it, but nothing was coming. Well, it looked harmless enough, might as well give it a shot…

“Uh… howdy, there… m-mah name’s Applejack! Uh… what’s yours, if ya… have one?”

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"..." 

What is that. 

What is that-- that... that--that orange thing, it has to be the cutest thing Monoko has ever seen in her life. Her cheeks grow a pink and the monochrome girl takes on a rather bashful stance. She wants to say hello back but she's so overcome by cuteness that it becomes even more difficult to speak than usual. In the end, all that she can manage is a slight whimper as she switches from glancing down at her fumbling thumbs back up to the creature.

"n-nngh... hgh.."

“More’a ya, huh? Better get used ta seein’ y’all around the place… well, howdy!”

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The rythmic clapping stopped abruptly and Monoko took a surprised step back as the other suddenly thrust a hand in front of her. Just as quickly one of her own hands shot out to slap it away, but missed when she realized that no harm was to come of it, and instead her fingers curled around the male's to shake it gently.

  Gently, according to Monoko, meant that gradually his arm would be covered in her own, hand on top of hand on top of hand on top of hand just to show how grateful she was to meet someone friendly and new! She made sure to shake it nice and firm so he understood, then, smacking her lips to clear the saliva away..

"Mmmm... mmMo-no.. -ko" She smiled, continuing to shake his hand. What fun it is to meet new friends.

HIYA ROOMMATES!!

Kida turned his head towards the voice of a girl laughing. “Heh, least she think I’m funny!” Although the girl’s exterior kind of frightened him, he proceeded to walk over to her. She seems nice enough, the boy thought. “Hiya! Nice to meet ya’.” Kida smiled and extended his hand out.

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And in the corner of the room, undisturbed, is where Monoko would have loved to stay-- away from these new beings who shared her quarters with her who didn't quite look as friendly as she had hoped. Unfortunately this proved to be impossible when the door swung open and a young man with blindingly blonde hair burst in, spouting out breathless nonsense at rapidfire.

...It was a little frightening, but his enthusiasm tickled Monoko and she got up from her huddled position to stumble over to the new kid. From a few feet away she stood, taking in the other's appearance before she nodded quickly as if to approve of him.

The tips of her fingers touched gently to each other, then spread far apart before her palms smashed together again and again.

"Heh..."

Yes, she was clapping because whatever he had said--she had no idea--but oh did he seem to get enjoyment out of it! And if he was delighted with it, then she was too, a wrinkled smile stretching her salivating lips.

"Hah... hah... hah..." 

Funny!!... Maybe if she kept showing interest, he would tell her more jokes? Oh how wonderful that would be!

HIYA ROOMMATES!!

Kida kicked the door open to room G-1. 

“YO YO YO KIDA IN THE… ROOOM! AWH YEAH ARE YOU READY TO PARTY!?… Hm?”

He looked around. It was Mr.Emo asshole kid, Ms.Playing hard to get, and some creepy looking girl in the corner of the room.

“Uhm.. hey guys. So this whole floating things, it’s just great am I right? This is the most fly I’ve felt in a while. hah! So… yeah.. What’s UP guys? Get it! Holy shit I can’t breathe!”

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The sound of his voice made her limbs freeze, hovering in the position she had stretched them in before they carefully followed her as she took a step back. From her stance she then eyed the lanky figure, taking in his situation as best she could with her one controllable eye. A tingling itch tore her away from her minute investigation and she awkwardly shuffled her arms around to scratch at just the right patch under her eye. After she had satisfied herself, her attention continued to focus back on this new discovery.

Not a word escaped her throat, nothing but the occasional smacking of her lips when the stream of drool became heavy and a quiet “Shhh….”

When suddenly she took another step forward, and another, and another, her topmost hand seeming to shiver as the distance between them lessened. Hands fanning out like a dead spider Monoko stopped right in front of him, pausing a measure as if to allow him some time for preparation before all four appendages wrapped themselves around the alien.  Even the deformed phalanges that crowned her reached out to the other and stretched to fit themselves accordingly.  

And there she stayed, practically gluing herself onto this estranged man. Perhaps it was out of pity, there was no denying that he had been experiencing some sort of discomfort and this was the only method of consolation she could offer. Or maybe it was the simple familiarity of a colorless body, one that rung up sensations of someone close, someone back home, someone who isn’t here… and so she would stick with the next best thing, which right now was one Seccom Masada currently getting drool and tears all over his poor parasitic body. 

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Seccom Masada shuddered faintly, his grip on his arm tightening as the pain worsened.  He could feel the dreaded queasiness only worsen as time passed, building up more and more.  He wanted to tear up his arm, it felt so terrible.  If he was in a hospital, why weren’t the Doctors trying to heal him?  He had just been left there, in the hallway, to fend for himself.  The alien wasn’t even among his own species, much less on his native planet.  He wanted to go home.  That was all.  

Home.

Where the peaceful, calm colors of his spaceship awaited him… he could nearly hear the light thrum of the engines working away, hurtling into space as the stars would wrap around his flying vessel, sparkling beautifully, almost appearing to fall like some magical form of snow.  A calm dark night, with peppered rays of bright light to sharpen his vision, awaited him, and for a soothing moment, Seccom’s daydreaming almost lessened the pain, but he soon became aware of another’s presence.

The girl tumbled towards him, and he staggered back, into the wall, bony elbows knocking painfully into the hard wooden panels.  He winced in anticipation as she reached towards the infected part of his arm which he’d been trying to protect so well.  Something about the way she boldly went for his weakness frustrated him.  

And yet… she appeared familiar.  The girl would fit in with his world, being so monochromatic, but her arms definitely sent a shiver down his spine.  He didn’t know how to react to the situation at hand, his hand moving away from his arm as he tried to stop her.

“Ah…”  He started out, trying to figure out the best way to deal with her.  ”What is it…?”  Seccom managed to sound calm, but really he was quite unsure of every move he’d managed to make so far.  He didn’t want to hurt her, and the fact that she had so many limbs didn’t help at all, either.  He decided he would have to take things carefully.

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Monoko! I love you~

Monoko would love to answer you but she's currently writhing on the floor dealing with the various parasites crawling out of every crack or minute orifacea they can find in that demented body.

But rest be assured she probably loves you too!!!

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Monoko responded with a small wince as the foreign hand neared her but calmed down once she realized that it was only trying to help. A fruitless effort, for the young girl’s blouse was perpetually doomed to spit stains and drool spots, but it was a much appreciated gesture and it did earn Philip some points in her book. With great concentration Monoko’s free eye was locked on the other’s fingers, peachy and large, nothing like her own.

She would have smiled if it weren’t for her lack of control over that trap of hers, and her attempt to show her gratitude only yielded in a painful looking twitch at the corner of her lips. Her own hands raised up slightly to try and gently grab at the peachy flesh but he had moved too quickly out of her grasp, and all four arms plopped back to their respective sides with a plop.

Might I ask your name, miss?

 Ah, yes of course! It’s only polite to introduce oneself when meeting someone new, especially a potential friend. Fingers interlocked together and fumbled with each other as Monoko tried to speak, tongue smacking heavily against the top of her mouth and causing small flecks of saliva to fly every which way, some even on Philip. Oops.

With a deep, frustrated breath in the young girl looked down, then back up, mouth widening and waning like that of a fish underwater. Finally her efforts had paid off, a “Muh—“ escaping her lips before she paused and tried again.

“Mon---“

The rest could not be said. Instead of words, out poured a heavy stream of discolored bile and intestinal fluids from her throat, forcing the child to double over as vomit covered her knees and sprayed the floor like rain. Poor Philip, first specks of drool now flakes of monochrome puke. Let’s hope this place has some dry cleaners. When it had appeared that her stomach had been emptied completely onto the tile, Monoko remained hunched, all hands wrapping around her chest as she heaved. Through the sputtering coughs and dry exhales, three syllables swam their way out of the chaos.

“mo.. nO… ko…” 

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A gurgling sound, turned to a breath, and then a syllable. It simultaneously repulsed Philip and engendered an intense wave of sympathy, oddly enough. This girl was horrifying, but at the same time she seemed to be in pain. She was horrifying in the sense that his instincts were afraid the same could happen to hin, not that she would do anything to harm him. Her body didn’t want to be in the state it was in, which was understandable, to be sure. And as vacant as her eyes looked, she was aware of her surroundings, and she could speak, if with some difficulty due to the condition she was in. 

“Ah…” And his hands were shaking, but he still hiked up a corner of his parka and wiped the spot of drool off her blouse. Worse had been on the red coat to be sure, and even if it seemed to have been cleaned, he didn’t fuss over its condition. This was another kind of reassurance to himself, another way to tell his nerves that it was alright. She was just a child, a child with an unfortunate set of mutations.

“There, that’s a little better.” 

It was strange, to be frightened of someone and feel bad for her at the same time, but not much hadn’t been strange for about a month now in Philip’s experience.

Philip’s hand drew itself away quickly his instincts still urging him to stay as far away from the creature as he could. But he didn’t let himself give into that fear. A scant few things let Philip believe he was still human after everything that had happened to him, and everything he had done, but control over himself was one of them.

“Might I ask your name, miss?”

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Red.

It was everywhere, spattering in small droplets across the floor.  The color red was a familiar one, something she connected back to her time spent in the cave, the visitor that came to see her from time to time...

She had not yet been able to locate her, but perhaps now by following this speckled trail she would able to meet with her once more, and maybe then she could work her strange magic to transform her back to normal. Without wasting a moment Monoko waddled along, her head lowered so that she could keep a good eye on the trail of speckled red. 

She was so invested in her path that she did not notice that she had bumped into somebody until her back had hit the ground. With arms spread out every which way she almost looked like a spider laying on its back. Monoko gazed up at the strange form she had collided with, taking in the splashes of red covering a dull green of which she had never seen before. Gradually all of her fingers began to tingle and wriggle ever so slightly in curiosity, wanting to reach out and investigate close up the strange new creature, but all she could do was stare..

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/Shitai-san excepted to wake up on the road, as usual. But no, he woke up on.. erm, what seemed to be white sheets. They WHERE white until he bled all over them. It seems that he’s been here a while, and suddenly he could a sharp pain in his upper thigh. God, that’s the worst thing he’s ever felt since… ever. He doesn’t like it at all.

He let out a small groan as he limped out of the now blood splotted bed, and made his way towards the door. Shitai-san turned the doorknob and ventured out. The limping and blood made him stand out.. a lot. He was hoping there wasn’t anyone here to see him like this! But he was wrong. So very wrong. He just realized that he’s in a HOSPITAL, and he isn’t so fond of them./

/Suddenly, there was a strange voice that echoed throughout the hospital, yes. It’s the announcement. Shitai-san finally caught on, he was infected with something, but why did they have to take him? He didn’t know anyone that he could possibly infect! Yes, he was that alone… Well, there where the monsters in the forest! But they couldn’t count at all./

/Shitai-san noticed someone through the corner of his eye! Well, as much as he could. It’s a human.. or a intelligent species, maybe he should try talking to them?/

/Or maybe not. What if they don’t WANT to talk to him?/

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Lo and behold, as much as he would have been embarrassed to know it, someone was watching, very carefully in fact. From a distance poked the head of one pigtailed monstrosity, eyeing the frail man with great interest. What a fascinating creature, not colorful like the other ones here...

No, this one was strictly shades of black and white, with eyes that cocked in different directions. How peculiar, it was almost.. well, it was almost like her own! Add a few extra appendages, maybe some pigtails, they would look nearly identical.

And so Monoko stayed there, watching this grayscale man as he suddenly let out a violent twitch, holding himself as if somebody had just shot him. This struck some anxiety in the young girl, and she shriveled back a little before carefully emerging from the corner, approaching the other on clumsy feet. The tips of her many fingers all bounced in unison as she stumbled up to the creature, taking another moment to examine him before reaching out to the area on his arm he clutched so tightly onto. 

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Seccom awoke to whiteness.  It was almost like his spaceship…

The stale, clean scent of the hospital surrounded him.  Wooden panelings could be found, and as sparse as the place was, he could see that there were many more details to be found than where he’d originally lived.  He didn’t like it, either.  The alien stood, slipping off the white bed that was so much like his own.  The room was small, compared to his spaceship.  Everything was square-ish, straight lines surrounding him rather than his usual, favored curved walls.  It was also very eerily quiet.  The entire place seemed to be dead.

He swiftly made his way to the door, opening it to find himself in a hallway.  Whether it was good or bad, Seccom had managed to sleep through the announcement.  That was strange, though, for he rarely slept.  He’d also come to realize that he had actually understood the strange creatures that had spoken to him, the humans… and yet they weren’t strange.  They seemed very familiar, for they were so terribly similar to a girl he’d once been in the company of. 

But why was he there?  Sure, they’d told him he was infected, but that didn’t mean it was their business to take care of him.  How silly of them… after all, the alien had always fended for himself. 

Pausing a hand swathed in black cloth over the wall, he looked around, his eyes moving in an uncoordinated fashion.  The humans eyes were always so symmetrical, where as his were… unusual — at least, to the other species, they were.  Yet, he still managed to fend for himself.  Seccom never got into much trouble, not if he could help it.

Suddenly a sharp pain seemed to almost stab him in his arm.  He clasped a hand over the injured part of his arm, tall frame leaning against the wall as he fought back the urge to double over.  No one was there, but he would be embarrassed if anyone were to see him looking so frail. 

It was all so terribly confusing…

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The short, gurgling breaths began to quicken and then stop all together as the strange man knelt down beside her. Her cheek pressed further into the wall as if she planned to melt straight into it. The slight wince registered in her mind and floated about there as a sudden string of words snuck through her ears.

 ...You startled me.

And then there was silence. Not a sound was made while the girl stared back up at the man, not daring to take her eyes--er, eye off of him. When slowly, tentatively her fingers spread and pushed against the wall, convoluted body rising up and then coming forward towards the stranger in small, cautious steps. 

Monoko opened her mouth a little wider as if to say something in return, a greeting perhaps, but all that came out was a heavy string of drool that reached down to her blouse as well as a breathy exhale. This apparently surprised her, as right after the string disconnected from her lips she tilted her head down to see just what damage it had done. 

Nonetheless the monochrome monstrosity reached out her hands towards Philip, fingers coiling and uncoiling as if to grab him, but they simply hovered there before him, writhing, wiggling.

Again her jaw dropped, and this time a little more than air passed her lips

"Hhhhhhhh--..... lo..."

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Philip was in no state to be aggressive.

The gurgle prompted the man to turn around, and when he first saw the being that made it, he nearly jumped.

His first reaction was fear. He couldn’t help it. The little girl was smaller than him by a significant degree, but it didn’t matter to his instincts. Smaller things had come close to killing him. He couldn’t help but skitter backwards against the wall, eyes wide, only barely able to keep himself from fleeing out of morbid curiosity. She had far, far too many arms, and his mind seemed to want to entertain itself with how exactly they were connected.

A second passed, two, and it was beginning to become apparent that the mangled little girl was just as scared of him as Philip was of her. She was pressed against the wall, shielding her face with her multitude arms, as if she thought the larger man was going to attack. He was still shaking, he was still frightened, but gradually, Philip forced himself to relax and take a closer look at the girl.

She looked Asian, but it was a little hard to say. White as a sheet, literally — if it weren’t for her black pigtails she’d be blending right into the wall. Strange, extremely strange, but Philip fought learned paranoia as he judged that she didn’t seem to mean him any harm.

Philip bent at the knees a little bit to make himself a little smaller, trying to seem less threatening even as he swallowed his own skittishness. The motion strained his off knee and made him wince. “Er. Hello, there.” Philip greeted conversationally, managing to keep all but the slightest tremor out of his voice. “You startled me.”

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When he turned his face to look at her, Monoko was just as surprised as he. Those eyes-- those ...stunning, green eyes! It had been a while since she had seen the color, and what a comforting hue it was. As if to try and grasp it, all five arms slowly raised towards the young man, fingers twitching slightly as she pressed onto her toes.

But before she could even utter a noise the girl was knocked backward, tumbling down as she tripped over herself. The stranger was shouting now, but for what reason? It pierced Monoko's ears, made her test tighten in shock and fear and she could only sit there, dumbfounded and drooling on the floor, staring at the other to see what he would do next.

He continued to speak in words Monoko could not understand, they were chipped and broken and sounded as if they hurt to come out of his mouth.  Any normal little girl her age would have run right then and there, scared out of their wits by the frothing visage that was this poor young man. But instead, Monoko pushed herself up, socks loosely dangling off of her feet and threatening to make her slip. 

Cautiously, carefully, she approached the other once more. Sure, she was anxious, but most of all she was curious. Curious to see someone new in such obscure colors, curious to find another person who drooled as she did and with the most stunning set of eyes she had ever seen that were now rapidly changing form as if under a spell.

Again her fingers stretched outward, this time one aimed for one of the boy's hands to grab it in her own while the others reached up towards his face, and one staying down to cling to the bottom of his shirt so that she could maintain some degree of balance. It was so strange, so unconventional, so interestingthis new creature! She could not keep her hands away.

"s...top..." she echoed, her voice soft and quiet, barely above a whisper.

"st.... op.."

Of course, during the moments the unsuspecting beast made her way to approach him, Oak busied himself with a flutter of panic. Was this a heart attack? Was this how they felt? Did they consist of a vice hold and an inability to breathe? No. These thoughts were insane, he was being foolish and stupid. Why, someone of his age and health could never fall victim to cardiac arrest, tch- that was just absurd. But..if it wasn’t that..then what could it be? Anxiety? No. He had never really gotten anxious feelings. Did he eat something bad? Again, no- he hadn’t eaten anything, at least not that he was awa— A touch. Someone was here with him. Unsure hues picked themselves from the ground where he’d focused his worry, and onto the invader who not pressed a mitt onto his favorite shirt, but sounded as if they were choking on water. The sight he saw. The features he took in. It was almost as if he were standing in the midst of a horror film. From the looks of it, the creature before him was female- what with the flow of long pig tailed hair and the lack of masculine structure supporting her. But there was something off, and no matter how hard the teenager tried to take his eyes off it, he couldn’t. Appendages. Everywhere.  One branching from where her elbow should be, another from her shoulder, and the last one, the most horrible of them all; the piece wiggling around up top of her cranium as if it had a mind of its own. For a moment, the most he could do was stare at it- wonder what the fuck it was and why it was there. Was it a birth mutation? Had she severed someone’s arm and stuck it on her head? Was it even /real/?  “Ahh..” No, this wasn’t possible. Having a hand in that location? That was only seen in bad films, the type that people only viewed to laugh at. This ordeal? It was all in his mind, and the only leading factor causing it was simple. He was dying.  Whatever was going on with his heart, was slowly causing him to fade away and see things that weren’t actually there. In short terms, he was hallucinating. This only caused worse things to kick start. Because of the sudden fear of death stabbing into his thought process, reaction began to roll like a stone down a hill and barrel into everything he consisted of. Adrenaline was shot through his veins, the pain in his chest doubled as a quicker heart rate began to incline, and his breathing became so hitched that it sounded as if he were a wheezing chain smoker. “G-get..” Vocals raised, whilst the outline of emerald spheres rounded twice in size. “The F-F-FUCK..away from me!” Hands jerked from his body to reach forth and shove himself from the monster his paranoia now claimed ‘Death God.’ “Y-You’re not..HNNN!!!!”  His chest.  The inner construction. It felt as if something were moving, as if his heart were pressurizing itself right  against his rib cage in a fit of panic.  “S-s-….” Teeth gritted together as eyes went from glowing saucers to tightly clenched shutters. “N-n-nnn..S-s-stop..h-hu-hur..” His throat compressed itself as saliva glands began to overflow with the simple substance of foam; in which crawled from between his half parted lips and down his chin with a loud gurgle. “N-n-No..” Was this. Was this what it felt like. To slowly die by something unknown? Was this his ending?