2023.05.29 22:49 CMDR-SnoochyBoochy š PIPR Carrier Landing Alert š
![]() | Pioneer IX (T9M-12W) has swiftly arrived and anchored at Point Shackleton! Services are active immediately. submitted by CMDR-SnoochyBoochy to EliteDangerous [link] [comments] While the location has already been surveyed due to it's higher traffic position south of the bubble on the prevailing galactic arm, Pioneer IX gets the luxury of anchoring at an ELW to begin initial surveys and potential encampment! Please feel free to stop by for any services you might require, and bid salutations to the hardworking crew! Services: ⢠Refuel, Repair, Rearm ⢠Universal Cartographics ⢠Redemption Office ⢠Shipyard ⢠Pioneer Supplies ⢠Vista Genomics ⢠Concourse Bar Open to: ALL Notorious Access: YES LOCATION: POINT SHACKLETON SYSTEM: OOB AEB XV-P B46-0 REGION: FORMIDINE RIFT |
2023.05.29 22:46 CMDR-SnoochyBoochy š PIPR Carrier Landing Alert š
![]() | Pioneer IX (T9M-12W) has swiftly arrived and anchored at Point Shackleton! Services are active immediately. submitted by CMDR-SnoochyBoochy to eliteexplorers [link] [comments] While the location has already been surveyed due to it's higher traffic position south of the bubble on the prevailing galactic arm, Pioneer IX gets the luxury of anchoring at an ELW to begin initial surveys and potential encampment! Please feel free to stop by for any services you might require, and bid salutations to the hardworking crew! Services: ⢠Refuel, Repair, Rearm ⢠Universal Cartographics ⢠Redemption Office ⢠Shipyard ⢠Pioneer Supplies ⢠Vista Genomics ⢠Concourse Bar Open to: ALL Notorious Access: YES LOCATION: POINT SHACKLETON SYSTEM: OOB AEB XV-P B46-0 REGION: FORMIDINE RIFT |
2023.05.29 22:35 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to BeingScaredStories [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/kiwk3um2st2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a2a40db37c67ea4fabbf6e8101330e98efedc46a "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:35 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to ChillingApp [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/j9pjed4ozt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=076ae4076d89f5d9d9908af2cd368e2e0f846db5 "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:33 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to CollabWithFriends [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/u9ruhr6hzt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=109a48338be5485b4b7d66487578c26788f8660f "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:33 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to creepypasta [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/0yqm4pcczt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e82db5921c29aa15e62082c851ecff3b1d21a2a4 "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:32 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to creepypastachannel [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/6vvmdpc5zt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=235b8243c13a6b524efbddb0371fdc3c962339cb "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:31 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to CreepyPastas [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/pgvd5a9zyt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ecb3066eb639fff5382170cd31db8fe5338657d2 "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:30 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
2023.05.29 22:29 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to CryptidsRoostsDungeon [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/e0a77ssmyt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ee485bfa7152e94ce7e58dfc67996c9d1447875e "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:28 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
2023.05.29 22:28 Aisling_The_Sapphire Subnautica: The Definitive No-Spoilers Guide For New Players
2023.05.29 22:26 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to DrCreepensVault [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/a2rurdl8yt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=cb80e9306475f3f5bad7204729ad3c6e018716f7 "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:25 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to Haunted_Crypt [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/jw2idfz0yt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=006a30ae2cd850a7621a48e6a23241eebb706389 "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:23 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to joinmeatthecampfire [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/9h9i1ytmxt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1b3ea684f313a21716231add614527baaa0cff96 "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:20 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to LighthouseHorror [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/yrsjkwp4xt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a7314527870fe03f56644aa163d42b63929b639c "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:20 someguyfromnj A law clerk I met was denied by the Bar after passing the Bar. What to do?
2023.05.29 22:19 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to MadameRavensDarlings [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/r6trsizxwt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=62e4e5610e00190e84d3c9a2b0d95e14c98b004c "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:11 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to mrcreeps [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/y13cn59hvt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=61347e63d9c115a98bd1a6dd2695a68c2a75c84c "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:10 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay
![]() | Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnieās life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child. submitted by scare_in_a_box to MrCreepyPasta [link] [comments] Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. Theyād even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within. The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life. For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem. Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. āIām going to get pregnant, darling.ā The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks. āDarling,ā she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. āIt will be soon. Iām going to be pregnant. Youāll see.ā Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didnāt make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasnāt making her proclamations. One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late. The cable reminded him in a way he didnāt like of a giant umbilical cord. Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air. The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if theyād never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs. āHolyā¦ā Lonnie said. Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs. This was only the beginning. *** Lonnieās life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air. And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. Heād found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for itāthough no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now. āThis can be undone. Someone can be saved.ā Sometimes he even managed to believe. Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its āskinā. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size. If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants⦠anything with life had been drawn into this horror. Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldnāt shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah. He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word āAtonement.ā It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suitāhe hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out. As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didnāt think so. He recalled a dream. In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. āThe birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.ā This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway. Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. Heād driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way. Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something. Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wifeās essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate. Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadnāt since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity. He carefully set a hand on the āAtonementā sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first. He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was stillāno, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance. Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnieās helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didnāt stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw. For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, heād have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted heād see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, heād leave as neat a mark as he could. His hand tightened around the handhold of the āAtonementā container. All his hope was there. https://preview.redd.it/eax0puo8vt2b1.jpg?width=2409&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0a1cb9e32d2385c882b5d915efbdbeac5a1c16fb "Inside the Unholy Womb" music track Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there. After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus. Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. Heād always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil. Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths. He kept a firm hold of his āAtonement.ā The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldnāt afford fear or indecision. The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines. At the lakeās bottom, he encountered the abominationāthe twisted fusion of human, animal, and plantāknown as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, heād expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb. Now was the only moment. Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physicsāa devastating mass destruction deviceāthe first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality. Heād come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life. Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnieās mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecrationās birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably. Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back. But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existenceāa nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth. In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his āsonā to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world? Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didnāt have anything except for a choice. |
2023.05.29 22:09 TehMilitia Microsoft store issues
![]() | Everyday I receive this update for Microsoft game bar, itās updates successfully to the same version every single day. I am worried if something is wrong with my pc, I have repaired the xbox game bar app, I made it so it never runs in the background. Other reviews say this updates daily as well. I just donāt know what to do, after the update today I did a Microsoft store cache reset. I have checked tech support and other forms and I only saw one other post pertaining to this, but it was a few months ago. submitted by TehMilitia to Windows11 [link] [comments] |
2023.05.29 22:07 Malice_Qahwah The day the music lived. (One-shot)