#tw descriptions of gore

[doostyaudi]

It's so obvious that the sprunki fandom does not understand the true horrors of body horror. The main horror isn't from how "scary" the designs look, it's from how the design reflects the character.

What's the point in using body horror if the character doesn't become a grotesque mess of all their traumas, their fears, their hatred, ect. Get more creative PLEASE

If you want an example ill give you one

What if in the (fanmade) 3rd phase, Simon wasn't just Mouth Get Bigger, but what if his upper half became a mouth. Hes skinnier, his teeth grind and clamp down against each other, thick saliva uncontrollably pouring from his mouth. He is hungry. He will forever be hungry

Isn't that more scary? Yea it might not be visually horrifying, but narratively it does SOMETHING....

Just sayin

[national-hockey-gay]

my sister is an anthropology major and loves bones. as the doting twin i am, i went with her to scavage some ‘scapulas’ and ‘vertebrae’ from a rotting deer carcass and some errant cow burial spots.

is it undying love if you hold the bag open while your other half puts the half-flesh covered bones inside and while she butchers the carcass you look away but stay right next to her?

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

[As you learned more, you have more and more...questions. You didn't want your mind to wander thinking about them, so it's better to ask now]

"What...what have you been giving me...giving all your customers?"

Oh? I presume you're referring to my vitamins?

[you nodded, a stark expression cemented on your face]

Well...this is still a pharmacy...when you walk through those doors, you do see cough syrups, pain killers, allergy medications...hah, I even sell flowers..How funny is that?

"that's not what I'm talking about."

..mgh...I know. You're talking about my vitamins. Well, they're just like any other! Plain and simple really.

You for one...should be very familiar with their side effects.

"...wh...what are they made of."

Vitamins

"N-No..like. what's in them"

v..vitamins????? like. Vitamin D!!! or...Vitamin C!!!

"No!! the ingredients."

v-

"say vitamins and I won't be the only one ending up in that meat grinder."

..

I mean, I wasn't planning to have only you, but...our other guest hasn't arrived yet~

[what the fuck?]

"the fuck does that mean"

Nothing. ^_^

[you clenched your fist because GOD...how annoying could someone be!?]

[you need to move on]

"You what I'm asking about. Explain. Now"

hmmmm you're no fun....

[The pharmacist started to walk around you once more, rolling her eyes]

alright, I'll 'explain'

[She put air quotes around 'explain', no good sign...]

I told you just now, Grief takes on many different forms...and I had also told you, it's like a drug.

You'll get addicted to the pain and constant grieving...so much so you'll forget you're even in despair.

...

"..That..didn't explain anything????"

[The pharmacist looked down, silent for a second. You always hated these moments, the moments where she seemed humane]

..Do you know how hearts work?

"..huh?"

I said, do you know how hearts work?

"I-I mean, I get the jist of it..w-what does this have anything to do with my qu-"

Its so funny, Peac-.

[The pharmacist stopped talking. She was silent again, before picking herself back up with a smile]

Mm...

Its so funny...the human heart. Everyone portrays it as a symbol of love...and care and compassion and the center of everyone's emotions...but it's just an organ, really. Everything is just a gear in the giant ticking clock that is your short lifespans. If anything, your brain holds more than your heart.

...

You should know how a broken heart feels.

[I don't want to]

You should, shouldn't you?

[No no]

Fleshy and warm, all before it's death. It turns cold, becomes useless.

..well not entirely.

[She faced away, her shoulders raising in a giggle]

mmm..haha....ha...

[The distance in her tone felt unwe-]

[oh.]

[as you were thinking, she pulled something out from a drawer near the machine]

[it was.. fleshy]

[you could see the open veins and dried blood on it, the places where the valves used to connect]

[no. nono no no no]

"..."

[you let her words sink into your mind]

[Grief...is like a drug. It was this entire time. Her, ]

[..Your grief.]

[you felt disgusted with yourself for letting this happen. You. Oh god oh god. The more you thought the worse it got. Detailed scenarios started to play out in your head, things you wished you'd never have to think about. You. Oh nonono no you don't want to think about this. You want to move on from this]

[I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on]

You seem...ill. Is everything okay? Hm?

[She spoke with a condescending tone, as if you were some useless, grieving child. A moody teen, someone to be looked after like a toddler. It made you furious.]

[you were angry...at her, and her, and...yourself. You.]

[You.]

[..]

[me.]

[The pathetic excuse of remains of a human heart lay in the pharmacist's hand]

[the-sonic-crew]

pulls sonic out of his tank because WTF other anon

/Another TW/

His body has burns and his once blue spines and fur, is now stained with blood and red flesh. He twitches and cries painfully in the Anon's arms, struggling to try and get away, no longer trusting any Anons.

[h-didanart]

ALRIGHT I NEED TO RAMBLE

I have come up with ✨ideas✨ for Bloodmoon II in any and all human aus//variations!!!

Disclaimer they aren’t actually human. They’re vampires. Which yeah, predictable, but! I get creative with it I swear—

Second disclaimer, and I don’t know how else to put this, I mention organs and stitching together of body parts a lot, because, uh, that’s something that happens here. I don’t know how else to warn for that so… read safely?

This all started with me thinking about the human(oid) variation of the Quiet Throes guys in a bit of a funny scenario, they were gonna try foods out, but before that Solar had asked them if they had any food allergies— specifically to garlic —which they didn’t know, so Solar said that to test that out they should lightly lick a clove of garlic (don’t worry he has epipens)

So, obviously, Bloodmoon grabs the whole garlic and chugs it whole.

Turns out they are allergic to garlic

(They don’t need air, they’re fine)

And so I kinda started overthinking a couple details and it snowballed from there, so—

Vampire Bloodmoon, second version.

First off they’re double undead, once being a vampire, twice due to the way they were revived.

As a vampire, they feed on blood, they need and require it to function. They do not need to breathe, though they subconsciously do that when panicking and don’t like not having the option to do so (from the scenario above, they did not enjoy going through early anaphylaxis). They will not die unless their heart is punctured or goes through a lot of damages, but they are not invulnerable, they feel pain and definitely will be pissed if you try to go for a vital organ thinking they are human. They have an allergy to garlic, and crucifixes don’t exactly work on them (I don’t know how that part of vampire lore works so not including it, sorry), and they also have a sun allergy, it’s not bad enough for them to die but it’s annoying enough they would rather just cover themselves as much as possible or just not go outside. Night vision is an obvious to have, so is super strength, and they do have higher than average speed (not as fast as Jack tho), and yes they can turn into a bat. Could. Uh, I’ll explain in a bit

The second undead thing comes from the fact Ruin pulled a Frankenstein and stitched their body back together— throwing some extra organs and bones just in case before sewing new and unburnt skin over their wounds.

You see, the blast from the canon didn’t vaporize them, but it did burn them very badly, they managed to shift to their bat form right as the laser hit them— which actually caused more damage cuz bats are small— and were knocked out. They were veeeery much near death, their heart almost having been shot at and all— and Sun discreetly grabbing their charred bat body and chucking them into a trash can didn’t help—, but they didn’t die, instead their body very slowly tried to heal itself by entering some sort of hibernation. Which was broken when Ruin found them and fixed them up.

Unfortunately for Bloodmoon, the parts and extra stuff Ruin used wasn’t exactly compatible with their body. They were human and animal organs, some which started rotting immediately or would rot if they neglected themselves too much. This was probably a precaution on Ruin’s side to ensure the twins wouldn’t live long after their purpose was fulfilled— Which did not work by the way, they lived for damn near a year

So basically the twins have a bunch of stitching scars all around their body, mostly near their joints, very specifically under their left armpit, and, like, right on their abdomen I think. They also have just their normal scars from running around, fighting, falling off too high places they said they wouldn’t fall from, Ruin, wild animals, them accidentally sleep eating their own arm, etcetera etcetera. And top surgery scars. Don’t question where those are from.

Of course, barely any of those scars are ever on display, they’re always wearing their hoodie which covers the great majority of them, so usually only the scar under their left eye is seen. Which btw they have a lazy left eye, can’t see from that one either.

Also their hair color is different. Before their revival they had black hair that turned red at the tips. Once they were revived they had white hair with red speckles at the tips. They usually dye their hair to be redder whenever they can (with blood of course).

Oh and Ruin absolutely loved to play with their hair, it’s soft and curly and long, It would often braid their hair and pin random stuff to it.

Yeah the twins chopped most of their hair off after the Takeover

Oh and they also can’t fully shapeshift anymore, not into a bat, not into other people, though they can still mimic voices. Tho I’d like to think that if they’re mad enough they can sprout little wings from their back.

Anyways, to close this off I’d like to talk about Bloodmoon’s appearance after April 14th.

Any self care they could’ve showed prior to that date went out the window and was promptly forgotten for the next two months the remaining twin lived. Matted hair, more-than-usual dirtied clothes, halfway rotting body, you get the gist. They kinda just completely gave up in that front, turning their full attention to getting revenge no matter how much it cost.

And I made myself sad over them again, great.

And you probably don’t care about this but, I actually kinda stole the ‘walking around casually half rotted and then not giving a fuck over the body when in a fight’ thing from one of my ocs who’s technically a ghost but also not (Dan my lovely, I will release you into the world at some point)

So yeah that was me rambling about something I rarely if ever use

I can go into a lot of tangents for my different aus if asked, I mean, Hunter would probably have a different experience in being zombified than the Red Twins or Sickle, Buck and Styx are a whole fucking can of worms on their own, Original and Antho are literally the same side of different coins, and so

Anyways

Yeah :D

[the-offical-alternate]

[The voices. The voices were all too much. They couldn’t think. Rudy eyed the wire cutters on the floor, discarded when rope anon gave it to them however long ago. Fuck it, they thought. This needs to end.

Rudy snatched the wire cutters from the floor and got to work on snipping the wires. They didn’t make themselves explode, but there were definite exposed wire burns on their neck.

Now came the hard part.

Rudy took a deep breath, dig their fingers into the gaps of the mask, and pulled. Skin and muscle tissue ripped from their face along with the mask, a shout ripping itself from Rudys throat as the pain seared through them.

The mask was off, so was their skin-most of it-and the blood flowed freely.

But the voices stayed.]

[bazyboo13]

Smiling Critters: New Family Part 1 chapter 1 segment 5 : NIGHT TERRORS

TW: DEAD BODIES AND GORE

*Theodore wakes up to see the sky is still dark*

"how long did I sleep for?"

*he turns to the alarm clock in Baz's room but it isn't working properly*

"Where is everyone"

*Theodore walks upstairs to the room of Baz's mom, however he sees nobody up there*

"strange, I thought she would have been here, she has work tomorrow"

*Theodore walks downstairs thinking about where to go next. He leaves Baz's room the other way.*

"nobody here... What's that smell?"

*Theodore walks into the dark kitchen and looks on the counter, there's a plate of food left out*

"that must be the smell"

*Theodore enters the living room seeing nobody and then tries to go outside, however he hesitates at the door knowing that he shouldn't go outside or else he might get caught.*

"maybe I should just wait for them, I'll just grab a glass of milk and go back to bed"

*Theodore goes into the kitchen again this time turning on the light to find the glass however something else catches his eye*

"what... is that?"

*Theodore sees the basement door slightly open with a bit of a red liquid trailing downstairs*

"what's going on? Guys is this a prank? Guys this isn't funny!"

*Theodore shakily goes for the door opening it slightly. As he walks downstairs, he notes that the red liquid is too similar to blood, down to the smell*

"this... This is real blood, isn't it..."

*the more he walks down the stairs the more a pungent smell grows, making Theodore sick to the stomach. Theodore then opens the basement door. The smell instantly becomes 10 times more potent, nearly knocking Theodore to the ground.*

"oh God WHAT IS THAT SMELL, DID ONE OF THE CATS GO ON A RAT KILLING SPREE?"

*then he see something that truly breaks him...*

(this is where the trigger warning begins, and it's worse than before)

*he sees the dead bodies of Baz, Thomas, Ella, and Edgar. all of their bodies are covered in scratch marks still fresh. They're all missing different parts of their body. (I'm not even sure I'm allowed to talk about what parts are missing) Theodore is silent, rooted in place with fear, he feels like there's a knot in his throat keeping him from screaming, or even making a tiny sound. As he's trying to grapple with the situation he sees something come from the shadows, a skeletal arm made of metal. Theodore instantly knows who this is.*

"you..."

?"hello Theodore, long time no see"?

"why?.. How?.."

?"oh Theodore, so foolish, doesn't even remember what he did"?

"what I- no... No no no... NO NO NO!

I DIDN'T DO THIS. YOU... YOU'RE LYING!"

?"oh child, I didn't even lay a hand on them, that was all you."?

*the skeletal hand reaches out for Theodore*

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

*Theodore makes a mad dash for the basement door, up the stairs and through the living room, however just as he's going to escape he's grabbed by the hand and dragged into the darkness. And then he wakes up, screaming, making everyone else wake up*

"THEODORE ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"HOLY SHIT THEODORE!"

*Ella and Baz are completely silent but shocked*

"THEODORE, CALM DOWN!"

"BREATHE IN AND OUT"

*Theodore isn't listening, tears streaming down his face, his mind is racing with thoughts of the nightmare he just had, he feels like he can barely breathe. His body is trembling, he feels as weak as paper. Thomas attempts to hug Theodore but Theodore pushes Thomas away, accidentally knocking himself off the bed and Thomas into the wall*

"THEODORE!"

*Theodore's vision and hearing is still blurry, his mind still racing, his tears still warm. Theodore can't focus on anything as his thoughts keep looping through his head. Pain in the back of his throat certainly isn't helping. Thomas tries again to come Theodore down as Edgar tries to get his attention, both of them failing miserably*

"HOW DO WE CALM HIM DOWN?!"

"THEODORE PLEASE!"

*Theodore snaps back to reality in a near instant*

"EDGAR WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

"DON'T SCREAM AT SOMEONE HAVING THIS KIND OF REACTION!"

*Theodore is still breathing heavily, although it's a bit slow compared to before. Is vision and hearing is returning, however it's very slow*

"Theodore, are you okay?!"

*Thomas picks up Theodore. he's bigger than he was before, he's taller than Baz now.*

"guys I think he's coming down!"

*after a bit Theodore manages to calm himself down. However he's too scared to open up about the nightmare he had. He doesn't want to scare the others*

"please Theodore, cooperate, what happened?"

"..."

"Theodore, please, trying to help you"

"..."

*Theodore is looking at his arm, tears still streaming down his face.*

(dear God what a screwed up segment. I actually had to cut part of it out because it might have just been too gory for Tumblr. The next segment will most likely be another calm segment to balance out the horror that this one placed into the story)

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[a-dargon]

WHAT ARE MY DRAFTS LMAO

[hollowpit]

" that's a lot of blood. " / death for lucifer

inbox memes — always accepting ;

One of his oldest acquaintances — he’s known Death since the beginning of it all. Lucifer offers the other a charming smile, sparing them a flicker of his attention as he glances over his shoulder. “I never took you for the squeamish type..” he remarks, his words an affirmation laced with the hint of a question. He had imagined that, with everything they had witnessed over the centuries, blood would be the least remarkable thing in this macabre scene. “My minions have kept you busy today,” he adds casually, turning his gaze back to the grotesque panorama before him. “All Souls’ Day — just the usual.” The room is a masterpiece of horror, its walls painted with gore and chaos, as though a tornado of limbs had ripped through it. Yet Lucifer’s expression remains calm, his movements precise, his demeanour untouched by the carnage surrounding him.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Part 2/2

By the time Stanley had realized he wasn't as alone as he believed himself to be entrapped in this ravenous abyss; he had honestly begun to suspect that he was finally starting to properly lose his mind.

In all the ceaseless miles that Stanley had journeyed during his apparent permanent residence within the dark devouring void, not once had he encountered another conscious, walking, talking being similar to himself. Every other formerly living creature that he had crossed paths with had been so... silent. Empty. Dead, in every sense of the word. It was as though the very essence of life itself had been sucked out of their bodies with a straw, their forms slowly falling apart piece by piece under the vicious gluttony of the darkness that surrounded them. They looked like they actually were supposed to be there, unmoving and comatose, unlike him.

So, when Stanley first began to encounter the twins, all of a sudden, he wasn't the only one in the dark.

When meeting the first pair of them, he found himself standing in a lake.

He hadn't even noticed the changes at first. It felt as though he had been walking for weeks on end, his body moving purely on autopilot and his aching legs leading him towards a destination only it knew. A thick fog of forgetfulness and flickering memories had descended upon his brain like a heavy blanket of numbing static as he had traveled. In this absentminded state, he hadn't even realized that the ever-present undulating, buzzing darkness surrounding him had begun to gradually shift and morph to form a horizon line; stretching into tall looming cliffsides that almost seemed to close in on him. Once the nonexistent floor beneath his soles abruptly began to ripple and warp, like the disturbed surface of a shallow puddle; only then did he finally notice his transformed environment.

The transition was seamless, almost dream-like. One moment, he was still surrounded by that filthy, overwhelming abyss; and the next, his boots were suddenly plunged deep into the cold, dark lake water.

The silence didn't leave, however. It still choked and stuffed its way into Stanley's ears to clog up his mind with thick cotton; the eerie quiet not quite matching the calm, almost serene scenery the void seemed to have abruptly transformed itself into. Like a movie with its sound cut off; leaving only the unsettling hum of the projector to fill the empty air.

It was odd. The lake was surely incredibly deep. He could obviously tell from how thin and pathetically small the shores appeared all the way from where he now unceremoniously stood in the middle of the lake. Stan could look down and see the darkness below his feet swallow what meager light that managed to break through the murky waters. The overwhelming black almost seemed to beckon him, gaping and haunting; a bottomless underwater pit of pitch black that never seemed to end.

And yet, he didn't sink. Stanley remained perfectly level, the almost ink like waters stopping just at ankle level, as though he were held up just above the surface by some invisible force. Even the writhing waves seemed small and low, as though the waters were shy to climb up his legs further than that. It was odd, so very odd.

However, it wasn't nowhere near as odd as the sight that greeted him when he finally lifted his eyes from the waters.

Stanley had crossed paths with truly unbelievable sights in this strange somewhere; from bursting, collapsing stars; to the imploding heat death of entire universes, but none of them seemed to hold the candle to what he saw then when he lifted his eyes:

Children.

Two, to be exact. Two, nearly identical looking children stood motionless before him; completely soaked through to the bone as though they had taken a plunge into the frigid water that pooled around their ankles. It was a girl and a boy, both adorned with twin expressions utterly devoid of emotion, their wide eyed stare seeming to burn holes into his thin jacket. Their drenched clothes sagged off of their scrawny frames; thin rivulets of water dirpping off of them and disturbing the glassy surface of the water at their feet. The little girl's hair had messily stuck to her face in thin sodden strands, her cheeks still full and round with youth just like the boy's. They looked young. Too young to be in a place such as this.

Oh, but their eyes; their eyes.

They burned with such anger; such injustice, brighter than any dying star or galaxies he had ever seen. Anger towards the world, to fate, to whatever cruel deity that had deemed them fit to be sent to this wretched place so prematurely. They were too young to be here; to be entrapped like he was amongst this hungry darkness. And yet, here they were, sheer denial against their own untimely deaths being the only thing keeping them awake and conscious amongst the dead and rotting. A show of juvenile defiance to nature itself so vehement even the all-consumign darkness seemed hesitant to devour them whole just yet.

It saddened him. It saddened him to know that they belonged there, that they were supposed to be there. He could see it, he could feel it; they were dead. No amount of determination could deny that universal fact.

When they spoke, Stanley could hear anger:

Stan chuckled in a futile attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere that threatened to crush him whole. "A lake monster? You kids and your imagination," he teased, hoping to somehow rid the poor kids of the haunted look that seemed to whirl in their glares. No child should have been burdened with such a knowing look; such eyes that looked like they had seen everything there was to see about the world, the horrid and the good.

Clearly, it had been the wrong thing to say, and Stanley's faux pas was rewarded with a scowl from the little boy. A world's worth of sour contempt etched into every contorted groove that his grimace seemed to dig into his much too young face. Stan suddenly felt guilt squeeze at his weary bones for having caused that.

"That's what they all said," the boy spat out, eyes shining with a sheen of wetness Stan wasn't sure he was prepared to deal with.

Stan left that first interaction with the twins with the feeling of guilt and sorrow still clining to him.

He couldn't have known, at the time. He couldn't have known that this wouldn't be anywhere near the last time that he would meet the pair. He hadn't realised just how many of them there were. After that first pair, his endless journeying within the Abyss was hardly be spent alone anymore. Countless more times, he came face to face with the exact same two young and impossibly worn faces; forced to meet one pair of beaten and bruised kids after another.

Not one pair had died the same death as another. Some had gotten lost, prey to whatever threat that had snatched them up out in the open; some had fallen from high up; some had been crushed under an incredible weight; some had burned; some eaten alive; some zombified. Some didn't even seem physically harmed at all, body perfectly intact, and yet that same faraway, distrubed look in their eyes remained.

He thought the worst ones were the ones he found alone. A little girl or a little boy, left all lonesome without their other half there. Twins, he remembered a pair of them telling him once.

Once, he had come across a town full of silent, stone statues. It was a rustic, shabby, almost nostalgic looking town- odd and strangely familiar. The sight of it had tugged at an aged memory that had long since wasted away in the back of his mind. It was serene, almost deceptively so. The sun shone; the air smelled crisp and fresh; numerous waterfalls continued to crash down from the tall cliffsides; and a soft nonexistent breeze whistled through the thicket of pine trees that blanketed the outskirts of the town. None of it seemed to match the gruesome scene of the hundred wailing statues that littered every inch of the town.

He had found the boy's statue on the other side of town, deep within the green forest and toppled over the gnarled roots of a towering tree. Like the rest of the townsfolk, he too, was frozen mid-shriek; his stone face twisted and contorted into a mock impression of a silent scream as his body lay paused in a writhing struggle. He made sure to be gentle when he carried the boy's statue over to place it beside the girl's, whose statue stood far deeper into the forest, sporting the same rictus grimace of terror as her brother's. It somehow felt wrong for them to have been so far apart from one another, even in death.

He had come to dread meeting of the twins. He hated every second he had to confront yet another pair of dead children that did not belong here, but fate had decided they did. He despised having to listen to their tales of woe as they wept about the injustice of the world, of having died young; he despised himself for being unable to do more than weep with them.

"We don't belong here, Grunkle Stan," he would listen to the little girl weep, calling him a title he didn't recognize. He never remembered if they had ever told him their name, but they all seem to know his, without a fail. "If we're dead, then what about you? What about Grunkle Ford? Mom? Dad? What about them? We can't be dead, we can't be," they would say, confusion and frustration written all over their faces. They didn't understand. They didn't understand why they had come to the darkness so early, so unfairly.

He never knew what to say, he'd never been good with words.

All he could do was kneel down to their levels and engulf them in his arms, hoping he could somehow squeeze the pain straight out of their bodies in his embrace. He hugged them, because what else could he do?

[bluenightcomedies]

I cast Trump falling down a long flight of stairs at last, breaking most of his body and rendering him paralyzed and unable to speak.

I cast JD Vance getting brute-force castrated with a hammer by a 'loved one' who finally snapped, and having to go through a series of surgical complications trying to fix his masculinity that leaves him less willing to live with each round.

I cast Elon Musk getting a good chunk of his body degloved by a Teslabot or Cybertruck-related incident.

I hope with every fiber of my being that Trump dies a horrible painful death before he can get sworn in as president

and then after that we need to kill JD Vance

[sharkylass]

Okay, before I talk about au stuff-ART FIGHT HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED!!

This year I was super busy, and yet this has somehow turned out to me my most productive year on artfight to date with 24 total attacks (and I wanted to do more, but again, this month had me in a chokehold) SO HERE ARE MY CONTRIBUTIONS!

In order, credit for character designs goes to: First two are for @rose-petal123 next is @princess-self-shipping , @clawcakes , @sweetkiller690 , @camilieroart , @anixolt , @artilite, @krdrawsnext two are both for @kazehita @bleeding-fairy-helmet , Curb Animates (on youtube), @donniipao , @wonder-of-the-stars , @bluesgras , @feloplip , @princemonarchempress, @tfrost , @tealgoat , @sketchz42 , @saltyhibiscus And the last two are for @sharoo

(For some reason the tags aren't working, but if you're curious, I mentioned everyone in the notes in the same order!)

[krscblw]

newly-summoned mist was a.... challenge for the ministry

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

[uagh, my head]

[...]

[my...head?]

[....mine...my....I...me]

[...]

[Your head hurts, it's pounding. You very slightly open your eyes and]

[oh]

[there's blood.]

[you're lying in a pool of blood. Some of it is on your head...drip drip dripping down your face.]

[some of it isn't yours]

[you're just barely able to lift yourself off the ground. It smells terrible. Like an awful concoction of flesh and sanitary alcohol. The ground...it's colder than before. This is not the same floor as the one you fell on.]

[you...recognize this place. It's in worse condition but...yes...yes you remember]

[I... remember]

[that girl. In the back. This is where you found her before-]

[oh god. The blood and her memory. You hated the implications.]

[that corner, where she sat. She seemed so lonely...The thought of her tired eyes and small composure...]

[...that corner, a machine. It's blade doused in blood. It hasn't been cleaned]

[....a meat grinder?]

[your eyes widened at the thought. You quickly covered your mouth and shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the disgusting thought...]

[..Finally, you arise. Your legs are shaky, your head and hair damp with blood and cold sweat. What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here..?]

[you recollect what happened....Did she hit you over the head, or did you pass out? Perhaps, your head hit the floor too hard. Whatever it was, it didn't matter now. Now, your priority was to get ou-]

You're awake.

[..the pharmacist. She looked so oddly bleak. So...empty]

Took you long enough..he..haha...

[ah, that smile. But it just wasn't the same. Her eyes were narrowed, her arms in her coat pocket. She continued to chuckle]

Haha...heha....you really...really couldn't let this go, huh?

"..."

"..What did you to her."

hmph...I thought I told you before. She's dead...you know, I hate repeating myself. It's so fucking annoying. I fucking hate it.

Yeah, sure, I've kinda enjoyed all this. But do you know how much of an annoying little brat you are..? For fucks sake, and to think...I wanted to help you.

"H-help..?"

"are you being serious right now?! Help?! Since when has what you're doing been help!?"

...hm. I don't think I want to answer that.

[She moved off the wall, and starting to circle around you. You felt trapped]

"No-No that's not how it works. You've ruined my li-"

What life?

[She turned her head to you, inching closer]

What sort of life have you lived? What life are you remembering, hm? You don't have a life, not anymore. You're life isn't yours. Both of us. We do not live, we don't have lives.

mm...haha...

[She turned to the machine, putting her finger inside and swiping the blood off of the blades. She put her thumb in her mouth, wiping her mouth]

This life, wasn't alive either.

[You felt physically sick. You were fighting the urge to throw up, right there and then. You're fists clenched]

[You had so many questions....]

[Your eyes drifted towards the machine, a shiver down your spine following along. You swiftly looked behind you towards the corner of the room, thinking of that girl]

[the-sonic-crew]

Dunk tank starts boiling

/VERY VERY VERY big TW. (Descriptive injury)/

He screams in agony and fear, causing the boiling water to spill down his throat and burn his throat and insides. The inside of his body begins to boil and the water causes welts

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