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Goretober day 30 - Vomit

- Tw ; Emetophobia(?), graphic scenes/descriptions, gore(?)

It was a horrible sight, blood and guts all over the place. Some hung up on the walls as decoration, and others were on the table and the couch.

Who could've even committed such a crime. Tearing the body apart just to rip its organs out to place up and decorate.

"Mason." A voice called, snapping the brunette out of his trance. He already was feeling sick, he didn't even know why he came into work today. The apartment scene didn't help any ailments he had been feeling.

He didn't like the limbs hanging from ceiling fans, or the intestines tacked up onto walls. The taxidermy of women's faces or the skin that seemed to coat the walls in some patches. It made him feel itchy and disgusted.

"Mason!" The voice yelled, snapping him out of thought again. "Hey, are you okay?" It asked, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder. Mason was NOT okay, but he wouldn't state that. He wouldn't state that he felt like throwing up, he didn't state how much this affected him. Instead he gave a simple nod, smiling as genuine as possible.

"I'm fine, don't worry. I see stuff like this all the time–" there was a beat of silence, the person he had been talking to could tell he was lying but wouldn't question it. They never did.

"If you're sure?" They asked, Mason gave another nod. "Well, alright. The boss told me to let you know you'll be getting all the notes today and collecting most of the evidence since we have a few people out." They said before leaving.

"Wonderful." Mason thought sarcastically. He sighed and gathered his things and got himself ready to enter the scene carefully. Avoiding most of the problem and looking around the parts that weren't covered in blood or guts.

He explored the small two bedroom apartment. There was a foul smell coming from one of the bedrooms. The door was locked, of course it was. The police had yet to even check this room it seemed.

Mason sighed, not even wanting to enter the room. He knew he had to though, or his boss will be pissed that he missed shit.

Mason would sigh before jiggling the doorknob a bit, it was loose. Which meant someone had already tried.

He sighed and tried again, maybe two more times before it just fell off entirely. He avoided it so it didn't hit his foot.

He took a deep breath before slowly pushing the door open. He stared at the scene. It was.. horrible, utterly horrid.

People sewn together via different skin patches. Birthday decorations littered the wall as about 5 victims sat around a table. He still heard breathing from one of them, he saw the chest heaving. He felt freaked out, what the fuck was this..

A cake that had been actively molding with flies flying around it sat in the middle of the table with a burnt down candle that said "Happy birthday!!" In rainbow text. He felt sick to his stomach. The person who was supposedly still alive shifted their eyes to Mason, he felt so uncomfortable. They couldn't even speak, their mouth was stitched shut. The others had different faces, some had paper covering them and others had a distorted and upturned smile. Unnatural smiles. It felt too forced.

Mason couldn't handle it, his head spun and he felt bile rise in his throat. God's this was so disgusting. Mason turned away and vomited on the floor, he couldn't leave quick enough. He looked exhausted, tired, and disgusted all in the same expression. He put his hand on the wall nearest to him, taking a moment to himself.

Soon he turned back towards the room, entering quietly. Just a few pictures of the crime scene. He just needed a couple.

Mason angled his camera in his hands, taking a few photos. He didn't know what to do about the person who was still living, well. Mason thought they were, their chest was heaving up and down with heavy and labored breathing. He heard a faint heartbeat, he was sure of it.

He quickly left the room. He couldn't be here anymore. He shut the door, moving back to the main room, where all the blood was. He took a few pictures of that. He just, needed a few moments then he could check the other room.

The smell of the place was almost unbearable, he would prefer smelling skunk over dead bodies and organs. Especially in that room, it smelled of the rotting corpses. Mason took a deep breath or a few before getting up and walking back down the hall, he avoided the first door, checking out the second room.

Surprisingly, out of the whole house it was the cleanest. It looked a little cluttered, sure, but it looked like a bedroom. It didn't have any horrid smells, well besides smoke. It smelled heavy of nicotine but that's fairly normal for individuals who are out of their minds.

The room was pink, carpeted floors and walls. The ceiling was carpeted too, for some reason. The whole room had leopard prints and pink coloration, and a nice dresser with a mirror when you walk in. The dresser held beauty items on the surface. He looked around the room for anything of importance, there wasn't much so he just took a picture and left. He didn't like the smell of smoke, personally.

Mason had gone to the kitchen, the living room where the initial crime was led into the kitchen.

Mason examined the room, opening cabinets and taking pictures of cleaning products, products usually used for cleaning blood. He also took pictures of things that had blood on them.

He was feeling sick again, just thinking of how the resident of the house has done these things. He couldn't help it, he was a journalist and reporter, and worked a little in forensics and a few other things. Mason couldn't get that other room out of his head, it was disgusting. All of this was disgusting.

Mason tried not to vomit again. He gathered his things and finished up quickly, stepping out of the apartment and throwing up. He looked pale.

He didn't bother to clean it, he had things to do that were more important. A few of the officers outside directed him to where he needed to go and he just went in the direction they told him. He entered the police car that was there, sitting in the passenger seat. He didn't have his own car currently, which was fine. He didn't mind sitting with an officer.

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Mason rolled his eyes and watched she slither away. Thank God.

He followed after, leaving the room to continue forward because he didn't want to stick around for any longer.

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

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"I'll figure it out." He says, seeming a bit more irritated. "I know I might not make it, but I'm willing to try." He says, so far his notepad only looks like informational notes. So if he can keep his actual plan under wraps, he'd be fine. Right?

"Anyways. I should get going." He sounded like he didn't want to be here anymore. He didn't want to talk to she. He was getting more annoyed the more this woman(?) talked.

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

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"They don't know what I'm doing." He rolled his eyes, not enjoying she's sarcasm. He wanted to just leave, this was getting annoying and wasting his time. You could tell by his facial expression he was annoyed. "I didn't ask for your two cents. So you can just go back to wherever you came from, and I'm going to continue on with my job." He moved some of his hair out of his eyes.

"And I'm not a kid."

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

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"I'd like to think I'll have my freedom, again. I am not here to retrieve the crystal, simply an information gatherer. They think." He looks at the camera, sighing. "I'm going to expose them to the public, I'm a reporter and journalist." He knew he could do this, it was a big project, but he'd get it done. Mason fixed the collar of his shirt.

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

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"They are, because they deliberately spoke to me last time I tried to talk. I'm more important than expendable forces. As far as they know, I'm gathering genuine information on all of you." He narrowed his eyes. Mason slicked back his hair, which just fell back into place where it was before.

He glanced at the camera and waved. He looked back at she.

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

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"I can't speak about that right now. They're watching me." He said, glancing at the cameras in the room. Oh how he'd love to spill all the juicy facts about what they've been doing to the public. But he can't. Not yet.

"I'm afraid if I fuck this up, it's over for me. I don't really want that." He says, fidgeting with his pen a little.

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

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Mason nearly jumped out of his skin when she appeared behind him and started talking, but he quickly composed himself.

"I'm not an expendable." he says, turning around to look at she.

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

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"Weird interaction." He mutters to himself, continuing to search the drawers. There wasn't really any interaction at all, but her's was leaving the room, so as long as her didn't attack him he'd be fine.

Mason exited the room eventually, looking around for the next door. The room was bigger so it was harder to find.

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

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Mason didn't notice them at first, but he definitely did when he looked up. He stared at them and raised an eyebrow. Wonderful, another creature to bother him.

Mason didn't show much expression. If he was going to die here, then he was going to die here. He didn't seem too phased by she's presence, he was a little surprised by she's appearance but not too much considering where he was at. He quickly took note on his notepad before pocketing it.

The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

@entropyeverywhere

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The halls of the blacksite were quiet, oh so very quiet. Well, besides running water from cracks in the walls. His footsteps echoed, he didn't really like it.

It was too silent, and he never enjoyed the silence. He much preferred noise so he knew he wasn't truly alone. That's not how he felt here. The silence was deafening.

The footsteps stopped, the sound of scribbles on paper was heard faintly. The man seemingly was writing something, muttering to himself.

He grumbled, sighing and putting a hand through his hair as he set the notepad in a pocket and clipped the pen to his shirt. He found a wall to sit by, slumping down into a sitting position. He seemed stressed.

The brunette stood up, entering a side room to pick up a few things, he just needed a little bit. Just enough for a medkit and a light, and he has collected and saved up so he needs a little more though.

"This is all so annoying." He says quietly to himself, just collecting what he could.

@entropyeverywhere

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Goretober day 25 ; Body horror

Tw : Eyes, paranoia, self harm? Sorta, eye trauma.

One, Two.

Two eyes, that's a normal amount for anyone, no person should have more than two.

- BZZTT BZZTT BZZTT -

The sound of a phone buzzing against a hard wood side table woke him up quickly, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips.

"Another day, another slay." The brunette would say, getting up and grabbing a dress from his closet. He wore a fluffy pink and white dress, the skirt of it was somewhat round, kind of looked like a muffin top. The sleeves were similar to the skirt.

Dizzy rushed down the stairs, grabbing the bagged toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich his mother made him. He ran to school.

When he entered the school, he tossed the now empty bag into a trashcan and headed to his first class.

He went through his day, doing all the normal things he did during a school day.

It was going normal until he went to the bathroom. He glanced down at his hands as he washed them, noticing something at the top of his left hand.

It stared at him, was that an eye? That was strange. This must be a hallucination right? He shrugged it off as much, simply putting on white gloves that he took out of the small pockets of his dress.

The bell rang for lunch, Dizzy had gathered his things and went to the cafeteria.

Four, Five.

Dizzy sat down with his lunch tray, eating quietly. He glanced at his arms, noticing at least three of those eyes from earlier. They stared at him, it was kind of uncomfortable.

He ignored it, just hallucinations.. Dizzy continued eating, the feeling of the eyes on him made him kind of uncomfortable.

Dizzy finished lunch and tossed his tray in the trash, it was foam so it wasn't re-usable. He walked to his next class when the bell rang for it.

Six. Seven.

He sat down in his seat, ignoring how paranoid he felt. There were more, he could feel them. More, there were more. They stared at him, they stared at him and it was so uncomfortable.

Eight, Nine, Ten.

More time passed, eventually the end of the day came. Dizzy was hiding in the bathroom. His body was covered in eyes, and it was causing him to panic.

He was covered in a black substance that held the eyes, little bits of his skin poked out from under the substance. You could see half of Dizzy's face.

"Eyes, eyes ahahaha- eyes everywhere.."

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Chalk threw his other shoe at him, hoping to hit him in the head. He had better aim now that he was free.

"KILL YOURSELF!!!!!" He shouts, trying to collect as much of the dust that has fallen from him as he could.

Goretober day 23 ; Vivisection

Tw ; Surgery

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Chalk leaned on a locker, fidgeting with a small thin piece of metal with four screw holes in it. He twisted the screws in and out of the metal.

It was taller than your average person, at least 7 feet something. It also had 3 inch platforms to add onto that. Menacing for sure.

He groaned and put the metal piece in the pocket of his leather crop top jacket. He smoothed out his skirt and fixed his fishnets, just kinda fidgeting to make sure he looked alright.

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"I do, but it requires hours of sitting around. Which I have NO time to do. I swear to the gods i always get the weirdos." They muttered the last bit, grumbling in irritation.

Goretober day 23 ; Vivisection

Tw ; Surgery

@sir-teacher

Chalk leaned on a locker, fidgeting with a small thin piece of metal with four screw holes in it. He twisted the screws in and out of the metal.

It was taller than your average person, at least 7 feet something. It also had 3 inch platforms to add onto that. Menacing for sure.

He groaned and put the metal piece in the pocket of his leather crop top jacket. He smoothed out his skirt and fixed his fishnets, just kinda fidgeting to make sure he looked alright.

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"I hope your organs fail you." They said, lying still for the remainder of the time.

Goretober day 23 ; Vivisection

Tw ; Surgery

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Chalk leaned on a locker, fidgeting with a small thin piece of metal with four screw holes in it. He twisted the screws in and out of the metal.

It was taller than your average person, at least 7 feet something. It also had 3 inch platforms to add onto that. Menacing for sure.

He groaned and put the metal piece in the pocket of his leather crop top jacket. He smoothed out his skirt and fixed his fishnets, just kinda fidgeting to make sure he looked alright.