Tweet
((Warning: The following post may contain what some consider to be heavy violence and gore. It's supposed to be very dark and disturbing.. so, if you're uncomfortable with these things, sorry ahead of time and you've been appropriately warned. I don't believe it's anything too severe at all though, but just in case.. here's a friendly warning! Hope you guys like it!))
Drip..
Drip..
The dark, damp cave echoed softly with the sound of liquid dripping into a puddle, a common noise in any cave really. But the smell was something else.
Drip..
“Oh dear sister of mine, why’d you have to go and die on me? We were supposed to achieve great things together, like oh.. I don’t know.. immortality?” A young girls voice whispered sweetly to the larger female corpse sprawled out across a cold stone slab. The lifeless husk had been cut open in some sick and perverted way, pieces of flesh and guts had been carefully examined and sorted into various jars around the body.
“But don’t worry, I’ll just carry on without you. Dying to goblins isn’t a very noble thing to do.. Colibrus is probably so disappointed.. so I’ll just have to make use of your body in death, like I did in life.. you’ll do perfectly for my experiments.. I’ll achieve greatness, you’ll see! As an added bonus I don’t even have to deal with your sass anymore!"
A bloodied dagger rose up to the girls lips and she slowly tasted the crimson copper on it with a grin. “Colibrus will show me the way. Even if I can’t find his children, I’ll cheat death in my own way.. with your help of course, sister dearest. Your body won’t go to waste.. I’ll have to preserve it..” The girl continued to mutter to herself as she walked about and continued her work, scrawling her research down in a special red ‘ink’ that had oh so conveniently pooled on the floor.
She worked well into the night, long enough that her favorite creature had come seeking attention. A poor scarred and patchy cat limped over to rub itself against her feet and she reached down to collect it into her arms. “Oh Gideon, don’t worry. Annika is just sleeping. I’ll wake her up again when it’s time.” She whispered softly to the cat, rubbing her nose to the felines and petting over the newest stitching in its side. “You were a good kitty for me.. but she’s just so much better at being a research object.. you can just be a good Gideon now.” She grinned as she lounged in her chair, stroking over the cat with one hand while reading over her notes in the other.. all while facing towards the lovingly dissected body of her own sister and the crimson stain she had left behind.
Drip..
Drip..
Drip..
The dark, damp cave echoed softly with the sound of liquid dripping into a puddle, a common noise in any cave really. But the smell was something else.
Drip..
“Oh dear sister of mine, why’d you have to go and die on me? We were supposed to achieve great things together, like oh.. I don’t know.. immortality?” A young girls voice whispered sweetly to the larger female corpse sprawled out across a cold stone slab. The lifeless husk had been cut open in some sick and perverted way, pieces of flesh and guts had been carefully examined and sorted into various jars around the body.
“But don’t worry, I’ll just carry on without you. Dying to goblins isn’t a very noble thing to do.. Colibrus is probably so disappointed.. so I’ll just have to make use of your body in death, like I did in life.. you’ll do perfectly for my experiments.. I’ll achieve greatness, you’ll see! As an added bonus I don’t even have to deal with your sass anymore!"
A bloodied dagger rose up to the girls lips and she slowly tasted the crimson copper on it with a grin. “Colibrus will show me the way. Even if I can’t find his children, I’ll cheat death in my own way.. with your help of course, sister dearest. Your body won’t go to waste.. I’ll have to preserve it..” The girl continued to mutter to herself as she walked about and continued her work, scrawling her research down in a special red ‘ink’ that had oh so conveniently pooled on the floor.
She worked well into the night, long enough that her favorite creature had come seeking attention. A poor scarred and patchy cat limped over to rub itself against her feet and she reached down to collect it into her arms. “Oh Gideon, don’t worry. Annika is just sleeping. I’ll wake her up again when it’s time.” She whispered softly to the cat, rubbing her nose to the felines and petting over the newest stitching in its side. “You were a good kitty for me.. but she’s just so much better at being a research object.. you can just be a good Gideon now.” She grinned as she lounged in her chair, stroking over the cat with one hand while reading over her notes in the other.. all while facing towards the lovingly dissected body of her own sister and the crimson stain she had left behind.
Drip..