"Bullocks!"
The loud crash awoke Dr. Bitch. Splashing smoldering hot coffee all over the doctors crotch. But the searing pain just wasn't enough to match the sudden burst of fear that swept over Bitch like a swarm of angry hornets encountering a giant frog.
The experiment was out.
Ecybr was gone.
Dr. Bitch waddled over to the control panel, and saw into the one-way window. A huge hole in the middle of the floor. Damn it, why didn't he stay awake!? No matter. He knew what needed to be done. The Doctor dialed his super secret security code "0003" and unleashed the freaks. Failed experiments. Kept up in cages to be used at times like this. They will tear young Ecybr to pieces.
Shame really.
The boy had such potential.
Now all he can do is sit back and watch the show.
And also get some ice for his now burnt genitals. The little things hurt like the clappers!
Wednesday, May 19
Sunday, May 9
CHapter Five: Spread
AGHHHHH. Damn it!
It's spreading worse than i thought..
I think it's been about four hours since I've woken up. Hard to tell without any clocks. But it feels like a friggin life time.
The Room is covered in a gooey crimson plasma.
Everywhere.
The once white bed sheets and corresponding white bed was drenched in the stuff. I could tell some time was passing because the blood started to grow a crusty surface on top of everything, and eventually flaked off into the dank, still air. But the pain was too much for me to notice that.
The hand with sixth finger was now perfectly movable. only difference is the nails have turned into long, black, spear like claws. Moving up my fingers, towards the knuckles. I'm not really sure when it's gonna stop..
Just then i feel twitching on the sides of my head. Ew. What is that? My.. ears.. were getting all irritated.
Then...
POP
CRAP! what the hell was that!?
I could feel my ears growing longer by the second. Simultaneously getting hairier too. Until all the sides of my head felt like long skinny earmuffs, taut and straight.
Squid really was right. I AM changing. What was it.. A.. A nightgoose.. My arm then started to convulse uncontrollably. Flipping and flapping around, bashing the walls and bed. I forced myself to stand up, try and calm myself down. But the arm. It was being covered by the black. Faster then before. It looked sleek and shiny. Fluorescent in the rooms light. The spikes on my elbow conjoined with the spreading darkness, also growing longer and faster. I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
I slam my now fully caliginous arm to the ground. The hard concrete tiles sliced away like butter, revealing the floor below me.
I fell.
It's spreading worse than i thought..
I think it's been about four hours since I've woken up. Hard to tell without any clocks. But it feels like a friggin life time.
The Room is covered in a gooey crimson plasma.
Everywhere.
The once white bed sheets and corresponding white bed was drenched in the stuff. I could tell some time was passing because the blood started to grow a crusty surface on top of everything, and eventually flaked off into the dank, still air. But the pain was too much for me to notice that.
The hand with sixth finger was now perfectly movable. only difference is the nails have turned into long, black, spear like claws. Moving up my fingers, towards the knuckles. I'm not really sure when it's gonna stop..
Just then i feel twitching on the sides of my head. Ew. What is that? My.. ears.. were getting all irritated.
Then...
POP
CRAP! what the hell was that!?
I could feel my ears growing longer by the second. Simultaneously getting hairier too. Until all the sides of my head felt like long skinny earmuffs, taut and straight.
Squid really was right. I AM changing. What was it.. A.. A nightgoose.. My arm then started to convulse uncontrollably. Flipping and flapping around, bashing the walls and bed. I forced myself to stand up, try and calm myself down. But the arm. It was being covered by the black. Faster then before. It looked sleek and shiny. Fluorescent in the rooms light. The spikes on my elbow conjoined with the spreading darkness, also growing longer and faster. I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
I slam my now fully caliginous arm to the ground. The hard concrete tiles sliced away like butter, revealing the floor below me.
I fell.
Saturday, May 8
Chapter Four: Watching
Dr. Bitch looked over Ecybr with extreme... interest.
His masterpiece, finally coming to fruition. It was an ingenious plan really. Foolproof to the Nth degree. Capture a little boy. Raise him in secret. Become his physician. Dub him crazy. Then become his psychiatrist. And then, once the little boy was finally old enough. he could begin his...
Experiments...
Nobody knew about his strange obsession with little children, particularly those of the male variety. Nobody knew about his secret genetic mutation labs. Nobody knew about his incredible genius. Nobody really knew him in general.
Probably because he spends his life in a basement with little kids.
Ecybr wasn't the first of his test subjects. There were many before him. All of which had failed, horribly, miserably, wrong. One poor girl was transmutated into a squid. Another little boy was put into a high stress coma, where it underwent several dreadful nightmares. Consisting of Carotene injections and Fat Men with black hole belly buttons.
But Ecybr. Ecybr was different. His immune system was at the top of the charts. Almost everything Dr. Bitch pumped into him just came straight back out. At first Ecybr was proved to be an enigma of frustration and another crushing defeat. Right until last week, where Bitch created the perfect genetic formula. Ready for Ecybr.
For a week, Bitch waited and waited. Watching Ecybr sleep in his chamber room. Waiting for his awakening.
The room had a one way window. Dr. Bitch could see Ecybr slumber, while not disturbing Ecybr's transpiration of the mind. Slowly deleting his original memory, making room for his new life.
But now that Ecybr has undergone the sixth finger. It's only a matter of time until the rest of the process is complete.
Finally.
His masterpiece, finally coming to fruition. It was an ingenious plan really. Foolproof to the Nth degree. Capture a little boy. Raise him in secret. Become his physician. Dub him crazy. Then become his psychiatrist. And then, once the little boy was finally old enough. he could begin his...
Experiments...
Nobody knew about his strange obsession with little children, particularly those of the male variety. Nobody knew about his secret genetic mutation labs. Nobody knew about his incredible genius. Nobody really knew him in general.
Probably because he spends his life in a basement with little kids.
Ecybr wasn't the first of his test subjects. There were many before him. All of which had failed, horribly, miserably, wrong. One poor girl was transmutated into a squid. Another little boy was put into a high stress coma, where it underwent several dreadful nightmares. Consisting of Carotene injections and Fat Men with black hole belly buttons.
But Ecybr. Ecybr was different. His immune system was at the top of the charts. Almost everything Dr. Bitch pumped into him just came straight back out. At first Ecybr was proved to be an enigma of frustration and another crushing defeat. Right until last week, where Bitch created the perfect genetic formula. Ready for Ecybr.
For a week, Bitch waited and waited. Watching Ecybr sleep in his chamber room. Waiting for his awakening.
The room had a one way window. Dr. Bitch could see Ecybr slumber, while not disturbing Ecybr's transpiration of the mind. Slowly deleting his original memory, making room for his new life.
But now that Ecybr has undergone the sixth finger. It's only a matter of time until the rest of the process is complete.
Finally.
Friday, May 7
Chapter Three: Extra Digits
But this isn't over.
It's just begun.
The pain is excruciating. Have you ever had diamond like shards rip out of your bone and flesh? It's not too fun. My screams covered the room. Overwhelming amounts of pressure where dealt into my joints. I was forced to grind my teeth together to try and null the pain. The spikes just kept growing, and growing, and growing. It felt like a millennium. When is it gonna stop!
I cant take the pain anymore!! I rip out one of the diamonds, clean off!
A gush of crimson poured out of the hole that was left behind. I instantly started to feel cold. The blood, it just wouldn't stop. Am i gonna just die of blood loss?
NO!
I can't die now. Not yet. I shove my pinky finger into the small hole. The bleeding stopped. Finally. I'm not really sure what pain's worse. Bones growing growing and ripping out of your flesh. Or jamming your pinky into a hole in your elbow. A wave of agony teared through me. SHIT! My pinky felt a little prick. Another bone was trying to grow wear i ripped it out. This is just insane. Even if this were supposed to happen, surely the skeleton can't re-grow so quickly!? What has Dr. Bitch done to me...
*SPLIISHHT*
GAH! the bone split through my pinky. cutting it clean in half. Leaving only a small attachment of flesh to the end of my metacarpals. I pull the finger out. The layers of pulsating pain and terror overlapping each other. I slow my breathing. And take a look at my hand. At first glance it looked as if my right hand had six fingers.
Wait.. what?
The skin around the two sides of the pinky had grown around the split bone.. My hand really DID have six fingers...
What's happening to me...
It's just begun.
The pain is excruciating. Have you ever had diamond like shards rip out of your bone and flesh? It's not too fun. My screams covered the room. Overwhelming amounts of pressure where dealt into my joints. I was forced to grind my teeth together to try and null the pain. The spikes just kept growing, and growing, and growing. It felt like a millennium. When is it gonna stop!
I cant take the pain anymore!! I rip out one of the diamonds, clean off!
A gush of crimson poured out of the hole that was left behind. I instantly started to feel cold. The blood, it just wouldn't stop. Am i gonna just die of blood loss?
NO!
I can't die now. Not yet. I shove my pinky finger into the small hole. The bleeding stopped. Finally. I'm not really sure what pain's worse. Bones growing growing and ripping out of your flesh. Or jamming your pinky into a hole in your elbow. A wave of agony teared through me. SHIT! My pinky felt a little prick. Another bone was trying to grow wear i ripped it out. This is just insane. Even if this were supposed to happen, surely the skeleton can't re-grow so quickly!? What has Dr. Bitch done to me...
*SPLIISHHT*
GAH! the bone split through my pinky. cutting it clean in half. Leaving only a small attachment of flesh to the end of my metacarpals. I pull the finger out. The layers of pulsating pain and terror overlapping each other. I slow my breathing. And take a look at my hand. At first glance it looked as if my right hand had six fingers.
Wait.. what?
The skin around the two sides of the pinky had grown around the split bone.. My hand really DID have six fingers...
What's happening to me...
Wednesday, May 5
Chapter Two: Remember
'You. Are Ecyber Vetens. You. Are a Nightgoose.'
That was all the squid said. I wasn't entirely sure if this big, amorphous looking sea creature was real or just something out of my head. But then. I remembered.
Everything.
My name is Ecyber Vetens. I used to be just like you.
NORMAL
But that... That all changed.
I was dubbed "crazy" for seeing visions. Disturbing.. Visions..
They weren't so bad really.
Just..
Well these things kept playing in my head.. Weird things..
Like, Turtle foetus's that secreted maple syrup all over their body.
Apparently, people think thats a sign of Psychosis.
Pfft. What do they know?
I was sent to a Doctor.
One who specialized in.. People like me.
His name was Dr. Bitch.
I hated him.
And it wasn't because of his Snazzy shoes.
It wasn't because of his own personal butler.
It wasn't cause he had this annoying high pitch
voice that bugged you to tears.
It wasn't even the fact that he welcomed me with,
"Hello Crazy. How are we this morning?"
It was the fact that he locked me up in his special facility to conduct horrible bio-genetic experiments on me. If anything. You could say I'm already dead.
I was injected with all sorts of stuff. Filled with all sorts of embryonic juices...
Carotene injections for example.
Black holes in a bottle was another.
That was the kind of stuff Dr. Bitch was into.
None of it ever worked of course.
Until the time when it did...
He successfully turned me into a Nightgoose. Which explains the long scaly tail and shards coming out of my elbows.
It's really only a matter of time now before it spreads...
Gee. Thanks a lot squid for helping me remember...
But it was already gone.
And Dr. Bitch was sure to follow.
That was all the squid said. I wasn't entirely sure if this big, amorphous looking sea creature was real or just something out of my head. But then. I remembered.
Everything.
My name is Ecyber Vetens. I used to be just like you.
NORMAL
But that... That all changed.
I was dubbed "crazy" for seeing visions. Disturbing.. Visions..
They weren't so bad really.
Just..
Well these things kept playing in my head.. Weird things..
Like, Turtle foetus's that secreted maple syrup all over their body.
Apparently, people think thats a sign of Psychosis.
Pfft. What do they know?
I was sent to a Doctor.
One who specialized in.. People like me.
His name was Dr. Bitch.
I hated him.
And it wasn't because of his Snazzy shoes.
It wasn't because of his own personal butler.
It wasn't cause he had this annoying high pitch
voice that bugged you to tears.
It wasn't even the fact that he welcomed me with,
"Hello Crazy. How are we this morning?"
It was the fact that he locked me up in his special facility to conduct horrible bio-genetic experiments on me. If anything. You could say I'm already dead.
I was injected with all sorts of stuff. Filled with all sorts of embryonic juices...
Carotene injections for example.
Black holes in a bottle was another.
That was the kind of stuff Dr. Bitch was into.
None of it ever worked of course.
Until the time when it did...
He successfully turned me into a Nightgoose. Which explains the long scaly tail and shards coming out of my elbows.
It's really only a matter of time now before it spreads...
Gee. Thanks a lot squid for helping me remember...
But it was already gone.
And Dr. Bitch was sure to follow.
Saturday, May 1
Chapter One: Memory
Who am I?
Thats all i could think of at first.
Who am I? Where am I?
It was cold everywhere.
Chilling.
Not a slither of sound escaped into the room.
Deafening silence reigned down.
WHERE was I?
I couldn't remember a thing.
Not one piece of data remained.
All excretions of thought seemed to have just,
Evaporated...
There was not even any room for confusion.
Just wondering.
Who am I?
I found myself sitting down when i awoke.
On a bed. Moderately messy.
Why did i sleep sitting up?
Something weird definitely happened...
But WHAT?
I counted how many tiles were on the floor.
It was in the pattern of a grid.
12X4.
Cold, lifeless tiles.
But that's to be expected?
Right?
It's not as if tiles can actually have life in the first place.
I think..
Still, no bells rang.
Who am I?
I needed to get up.
There were no doors on any wall.
But maybe there was some other way.
I step down, off the bed.
Woah....
What is that?
A large, scaly tail.
Protruding from the bottom
of my spinal column.
Spines grew from the tip of the tail.
Almost crystal like.
The same pattern that was now
appearing on my elbows.
Who am I?
What am I?
Thats all i could think of at first.
Who am I? Where am I?
It was cold everywhere.
Chilling.
Not a slither of sound escaped into the room.
Deafening silence reigned down.
WHERE was I?
I couldn't remember a thing.
Not one piece of data remained.
All excretions of thought seemed to have just,
Evaporated...
There was not even any room for confusion.
Just wondering.
Who am I?
I found myself sitting down when i awoke.
On a bed. Moderately messy.
Why did i sleep sitting up?
Something weird definitely happened...
But WHAT?
I counted how many tiles were on the floor.
It was in the pattern of a grid.
12X4.
Cold, lifeless tiles.
But that's to be expected?
Right?
It's not as if tiles can actually have life in the first place.
I think..
Still, no bells rang.
Who am I?
I needed to get up.
There were no doors on any wall.
But maybe there was some other way.
I step down, off the bed.
Woah....
What is that?
A large, scaly tail.
Protruding from the bottom
of my spinal column.
Spines grew from the tip of the tail.
Almost crystal like.
The same pattern that was now
appearing on my elbows.
Who am I?
What am I?
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