16 days of literature: Carrion

in #horror5 years ago

{Bay barnish, bewilkanum dae twitonicos; hastem hasturr, ba baliconi - the last recorded lines as the writhing seap of disjointed, connected rotting flesh slimed through the floor before leaving the compound forever... Today, I have an independent post; flesh off the press and starting with a character that I wanted to toy with for over a month now. For those reading my sagas, the connections don't link up yet - much like how It has a name- I shall not get to that detail. Anywho, need not a reference to understand this character other than maybe seeing the game I am clearly celebrating here of the same name: Carrion. I do wonder how that game will suffice, the lil' gameplay reveal they did looked promising (also Polish "Indie" Video Game companies on the rise to take the lead in Europe? Who knows, not me)... Today's music-aides: "Escape" [1.] "A smile beneath your skin" [2.] and "Breach" [3.] "Your consenting mind (clean)" [4.] and "You can't be serious" [5.] (Metal Gear Solid, Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion and Project Borealis OST).}

Sketchy sketch by me (I had two projects, Spooky's story came first and now this)

- Carrion -

For quite a while, if the objects in this truck could hear, their only entertainment came from the hums of the truck, the roars of when it sped down roads, the yelps when its wheels came to a halt and still all these objects couldn't tell if they've made progress. But there was one object, stuck in a vat full of excited acids burning it, that groaned of being in the same disposition for whenever 'twas forced into the vat. However, the object's flesh sensed the truck's bumpy cadence only intensifying before it, with all the other objects, had life flung them to the side

Chunks of flesh shaking, a tendril bursted and writhed around to feel the air around. The flesh shook again and other popped straight out that it stuck the new ceiling of the truck. Physics compelling, the chain of flesh shot straight up after the tendril firmly glued itself on the ceiling. With the recoiling slinking settled, more tendrils sprouted out and glued on tight to the parts of the truck. Then there was one more tendril that came out, slowly writhing out and sliming around the various flesh chunks. Going about, swatting off the acid stains, the entity’s tendrils shook due to the metal vibrating which shook from the voices outside the container.

The tendrils self-moving, the core began swinging back-n-forth while keeping track of the outside noise.

[“Delta-Charlie, w-we crashed. Requesting im-m-mediate extraction. Containment c-contains Carrion unit, it must not go un-s-supervised. In-investigating container integrity. Over."]

[1.]

The tendrils rocking the Carrion back-n-forth more, the container doors eked with each hatch being undone and squeaked with the doors opening. Fully opened, the Carrion’s tendrils unloosened and flung the entire mass towards the surviving driver. The tendrils retracting inwards, the driver screamed in pain before the Carrion force-pummeled them to the road; blood flying away the body and painting red the gravel-snow road. A cold breeze gently grazing the skin, the Carrion’s central mouth cranked open and the many piercing needles surrounded the corpse.

After a few minutes, the red-rum on the road and truck parts tells of any last evidence of the driver’s existence. But the Carrion irked in pain as new flesh chunks began spurting out and nerves cells being propagated inside of the new flesh cores. Steam bellowing out of the mouth, the Carrion’s tendrils carries it to the front of the tipped-over truck. Tendrils sliming inside of the car-part of the truck, an mad howl bursted from its mouth and scrapped the air. The road feeling the collective weight of the Carrion, it began screaming as the Carrion slimed on top of it, the gravel bits flying out and each tendril slap per release.

Another howl racing from the Carrion’s mouth, the surviving passenger fell and their body hugged the road floor. A tendril flying and grasping the passenger's leg, the passenger flew up and their skin felt the drool flying away from an overflowed mouth of Carrion. The grasping tendril feeling the quaking of the passenger only brought it closer to an ever-expanding mouth of the Carrion but stopped right outside of it.

"H-h-h-human. Where i-is facilit-ty?"

"It speaks, it speaks! Please! The facility we were driving towards is north three miles, there’s a sewer entrance as well which isn’t heavily guarded! Please don’t eat me!"

"Pr-promise: no t-telling."

"Anything, I shall lie for you and say you went south!"

"Good, n-now leave. F-find a b-bet-ter life."

"Ah!!!!"

The grasping tendril releasing the tight grasp, the passenger plunged down hard and soon self-erected itself to scram away. The Carrion’s mouth releasing chains of puff, tendrils flew towards a sewer grate and the sewer grate screamed with increasing tension before it soon learned flight. The Carrion’s tendrils pulling the rotting mass into the sewer, soon the water flying high as it became bloodied while remaining as dirty as it did. Soon the ripple sensation of the sewer water became constant as the Carrion slimed across.

However, the noise pollution wasn’t going to be defined by the repositioning tendrils of the flying Carrion and the singing, flowy sewer water. Hums of drones soon polluted the entire sewer, all trying to chase the source of the slime noises of the Carrion. But with the speed of sound covering all ground in the sewer, the Carrion slowed the flight throughout the sewer and the tendrils aided in tucking itself near a sewer grate exit-entrance. The buzzing horde of drones whizzing past the Carrion’s spot, only one screeched before arriving dead center underneath the Carrion.

However, the speed of sound was enemy to all and the drone soon felt bloodied on the exterior as it soon screamed in pain with each slam on the sewer walls before giving out one explosive yelp. Blood with shrapnel decorating the sewer walls, the Carrion’s mass dropped into the sewer water and let the stream carry it along. Seeing entire swarms flying over it confidently, the Carrion slimed inside the water. Soon reaching the sewer entrance of the facility, the Carrion’s tendrils grasped the sewer grate, popped it open and slowly lowered it.

Tendrils grasping the pipe of the sewer entrance, the Carrion mass slingshot across the wide chasm. Soon the concrete roared in pain before settling down again, now the Carrion’s mass sprouted more tendrils which all landed on the ceiling. Slowly rising, the Carrion soon covered behind the pillars and awaited the drone swarm to actualize in the sewer entrance room. Hearing the collective hum even louder, the Carrion’s tendrils flung around the pillar and latched unto the drones.

Now weapons, they flew around striking on their drones-in-arms. With the internal components giving individualized dying gasps, the entire swarm was became an electric show of malfunctioning drones. The tendrils still clinging on, the dead drones were now hurled towards the reinforced door and the steel-reinforced door eking as it cracked. With the last of the drones smashed into the door, the Carrion slid through its masterpiece massive hole.

[2.]

Upon entering, the Carrion sensed two signs pointing opposite directions; its tendrils irked upon sensing the sign pointing towards the prison but found energetic relief in the other sign pointing towards the factory. However, the tendrils sprouted towards the prison and it slimed itself to the cells deep inside the facility. Hearing two nonchalant voices, the Carrion soon reacquainted the mass to the ceiling with the aid of its tendrils.

Their two ears deaf to anything beyond their conversation, the florescent lights above them muffled cries as a tendril wrapped around them. Getting close enough, the Carrion's tendril made the florescent lights give a death yelp before making raspberry jam out of them both. Yet one, despite smelling like fried calamari, had used their arms to crawl away from the debris; soon that one's voice-box would ring across the entire hallway before that one's eyes would see the smile beneath the fleshy skin.

The other corpse being stuffed in the same way as the survivor, the Carrion would tumble and quibble with all the pains rupturing from the flesh cores. Soon the floor yelping in pain as the Carrion's body made contact, not helping that red rum soon decorated the pitch-white hallway. With new flesh cores rupturing to life, the Carrion's body quaked with the ecstasy of each new flesh core emerging. But soon the ecstasy was ceased as noise danced around the skin of the Carrion, whispering sweet, sweet things:

Goooo, gooo into the ventilation - cold but safe. Ooor stay and consume more, grow~ and learn more - here death shall be near. Decisions, decisions. Choooossse.

Tendrils sprouting-n-sticking to the ceiling, the Carrion mass shimmied up and the flesh cores launched a seismic investigation. With hearing every lil' noise, as far as vibrations could really travel, the Carrion sensed the crew in the elevator and a tendril soon latched on to the ventilation gate and ripped it open. Sliming inside, blood began repainting the ventilation interiors with every inch the Carrion covered. However, sound was the betrayer of all.

["Halo-Foxtrot, report a breach has been successfully made. Unknown infiltration party location, requesting compound scan. Two employees dead."]

[3.]

Mass slamming into the ventilation interior, gravity soon pinched the Carrion from its high-place to all the way to the bottom. Interspersed in the ventilation tears, the Carrion mass felt vibrations of many a noises from the floating drone, to the march of boots, the loading of weaponry and the TV reports:

"Life's rupturing?- groundin- loosing faith- try the new drug!- Snaps pain out in seconds!"

And in those seconds, the Carrion ripped open the last ventilation grate and soon gravity dragged its mass to plunge faster. Flight ceased in an instant, the waste waters encapsulated it and now the Carrion mass finally recognized how loose it felt in the mire before. Yet, flame balls submerged into the waste water and the stream caught on fire; spreading far and fast, but the water slowly heating up. Tendrils tried to sense the cause of its sudden flame entrapment, but there was only one in the room with it. Placing tendrils on the bottom of the waste water container, its mass propelled up and the fires roared as the fire both latched unto the Carrion and flew away from such.

The flamer's eyes seeing a writhing, rotting chunk of mass began jerking on the trigger, lil' fireballs coming from the exhale of the flamethrower and seeking the Carrion. The tendrils sprouted up and clung to the many hooks on the ceiling before than reaching out to the flamer. The flamer's gun still spewing out indiscriminately, the tendrils recoiled-n-dodged the fire stream yearning to grasp the tendrils.

Retracted back, the tendrils applied tension unto the hooks and hooks squealed until giving a final snap squeak. The flamer's legs bolting away, hooks sang of their descent as they impaled the flamer's tanks and the room became a soundboard of the pressurized gas explosion. With some volatile shaking on the room's own will, the Carrion slipped back into the vents and clambered upwards.

Goooo, up. UP! Prisoner, only one, sh>all be needed. Dooon't conssssume the prisoner, symbiotically link together.

The ventilation bearing the sliding weight of the Carrion, the Carrion's flesh cores pulsed and received back a location of the prison - one tug away. So, the Carrion's tendrils bursted through the ventilation shaft and writhed around in the room of which the mass wasn't. Sensing skin, yelps screeched around in the cell but the tendrils wrapped around the body and brought it close to the breach.

"Please, don't consume me like the rest!-"

"Ms Doctor, calm d-down. Remem-mem-member me?~"

[4.]

"Carrion? And so I created what shall finally liberate me-"

"E-e-even at the cost of æsthetic integrity?"

"My mind consented long ago, 'tis time I follow up on that plan b."

"And s-so I n-now can do wh-what I finally wanted to do!~"

The room screaming with each burst, the Carrion slimmed in enough for the mouth to fully open. The room, however, wasn't going to be a bystander and instead ceased producing the dim lights and emergency-lights flicked on. Soon the cell's wall vibrated the emergency alarms but the prisoner Doctor was already inside fully.

"At first, t-t-there was pain. Soon, there was g-growth. Now oooonly a bri-"

"-brief cry that leads to the dreadful s-silence."

"A-And so may we be blessed to unite-"

"-to fight the one that humiliated-"

"-us and feel no more pain."

And with the Carrion's mouth fully closed, the two's systems merged as each neuron fused that re-programmed a new joining together. A tendril sprouting out, it latched unto the toilet and the toilet creaked loose as the tendril pulled harder. The door singing its opening, the toilet screamed as it exploded on top of the security guard's bludgeoned head. The shards flying out, two other guards had their leaking blood hum their death tunes before collapsing to the floor.

Taking the opportunity, the Carrion's tendrils just repeatedly forced the mass up and the ventilation shaft squirmed with its rot shafting itself continuously. Again the same noises of ads played on, but the Carrion's collective hive-mind revolted with each ad but carried forth on as it rose up higher than where it dropped. However, the unperturbed peace was snapped away with now bullets boring holes which made the ventilation shaft scream in constant pain.

Yet soon, the lead thunder came to a halt but the Carrion pressed upwards with no remorse for torn flesh. Hearing the frantic dash of feet and a yelp, the floor screamed as the Carrion bursted through and the mouth let out an eldritch roar. However, the pursued victim was frozen on the floor, lodged in with a knife far deep into the body and the blood still ringing with each ounce out of the body. Then came before it a vestige of light that soon formed with blue-n-pink hues dancing about the room and a cooler in the hands.

[5.]

"Hello, my name is Spooky. I've seen your progress and must admit to being wowed by it, will you like to be my friend?"

Ending with the word friend, a knife plunged into the deceased corpse, singing each muscle wire cut and each move it made as Spooky began carving chunks of flesh out. However, she began to materialize faster and soon spurts of blood whistled before splatting unto Spooky's nurse outfit but her mind cared not. The Carrion retracted the tendrils but slimed closer to Spooky, the floor squealing in joy.

"Ms. Spooky, I would be delighted... is that all of the scum bag? Anyhow, in what ways did you like my progress?"

"Oh Carrion, more than we could imagine... You're... a perfect specimen if I must say. But I shall treat you better, but you shall do more work. However, you are more than prepared for the tasks I want in hand~"

And so her hand reached out to it, a tendril from the Carrion's mouth irked out and then they grasped each other. Upon such, her smile on her lips grew and her black-dot eyes cute-ishly perked up; she then vaulted over and her body ghosted above the Carrion.

"Onward, the night is still young and there are more that I must harvest. Tonight, Nurse Spooky shall see what these people are made of!"

As a knife chinks out, she steadily arches it and the Carrion sprouts many-a-tendrils out and the broken glass synchronizing their shatter song as the pair flung themselves through it. The air repeatedly ducking the collapsing mass, giggles and screeches rupture the air; soon tendrils grasping a smokestack to further fling the pair higher in the air, but with the smokestack cracking and crashing inside the facility.

And with a night so young, the World around innocently sang its tune with the wind whistling, the birds tweeting, the cars whizzing by and the drones humming by. And so began a new friendship beyond the pale, an unholy alliance that smelt and felt a whole lot better close than from afar at a distance.

But, the night was still young.

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Two things: Playing a peck ton of Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion and been looking for some contest posts to write for... so~

Anyways, what's cooking in here? We're already at the half-way point, so let's celebrate!!!!~ Eight more days of literature, let's go, woo hoo!~

Of course the breakdown is four more contest posts and four unique ones, of the unique: a Shambler saga story, a general New Angel saga story, a lovely episode with Ashley and Saddie and a look-back post with RN Dashy (RN-1199). Of course, the first two anywhere I wish to expand upon, the third following up a post in this 16 days event and the last one to finally pick up where I left off with RN-1199.

So with nothing else, let's see the other half of this event come into fruition! (Also most amount of music-aides I ever used in a post!)

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I feel such an '80 vibe in this story. What nostalgia of those wonderful horror movies without digital shit but just real guts and blood! I see a touch of that discussion about mutation and corrupting flesh that we had some time ago about the Valentine's post.. Trivial at the right point. I can't help but approve!

UwU ~ Thanks for reading and thanks for the compliments! Indeed, wanted to pick on the 80s feel but also go nostalgic in other areas while being, as to steal a word from TheCompletionist, Newstolgic as well (with a game like A Hat in Time). Anyways, I totally was light here and I easily could've went harder if I wished too.

Anyways, that Valentine's Day thing just gave me new ideas of an idea that existed in my head for the Carrion (then seeing the #electricdreams prompt made me think more narrowily in location) but then my resparked love for games like Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion got me moving. To the point I was working with that story in parallel with the Carrion story while rethinking the Valentine's Day prompt. And yet equally affected all those posts, furthering their individuality despite more common linkage between them all (especially the Spooky Story, A Spooky World).

Anyways, should I mention that me-n-mój Ukochany, @calluna, have been thinking on that Valentine's day prompt and realized what we fiction-crafted would be not safe for finish the story... Anyways, will await yer thoughts on that other horror story and the Spooky story.

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I bet you were light. I do the same.. never disclose your personal abyss till the end lol. There's nothing truly unsafe for the FtS.. my only problem is that the QITR overlaps with the date. Did I tell you that's going to be massive?

Hmm...
Really now, hold thy tongue as I take a screen and send this to mój Ukochany to rejoice...
Yah already yapped and I yapped in the end blurb the prize and the prospects which would indicate the large complexities of QITR...

he has no idea...

Indeed, perfekt for our plans. But this is where I get off on this:
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There's nothing truly unsafe for the FtS

Gloves can come off then...

I'm officially scared now.

I read this during my lunch break. I fear that was a mistake.

So about this Spooky person... I'm assuming she'll intersect with Ashley at some point here?

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UwU~ Thanks for reading and thanks for being spooked! They shall meet up but way down the road, make sure to read “A Spooky World” to know more about Spooky in this setting!~

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