B*ck*t C*mj*r, The Enduring

2 weeks ago

𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽'𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮.

@terribleFate[TF]

Found the seam beneath my hairline. The stitches were not decorative. A fingernail beneath the edge, a careful pull, and my cranial plate came free with a damp little sound. Like opening a lunchbox that had been sealed for far too long. No agony. Only pressure. I stood before the refresher mirror and looked into my own pan. The smell was copper and antiseptic. There are grooves where there should be wrinkles. Someone had cored channels through the folds with impossible care. Black sutures disappear into the remaining tissue. Tiny ivory pegs anchor things that have no business being anchored. Several lengths of metallic wire vanish into places I cannot name. The tissue around them is old. Healed. Accepted. There are entire gyri missing. Not damaged. Excised. Miss Megido possessed remarkably steady hands. Mr. Scratch possessed remarkable ideas. Between them they rendered my pan wonderfully efficient. The cavity has become spacious. Thoughts echo now. Some regions are neatly cauterized. Others are packed with pale fibrous scar tissue. In one recess I found embroidered labels stitched directly into the membrane. COMPLIANCE. PERSISTENCE. SERVICE. There was another section. The stitches have closed over it. I cannot remember what belonged there, only that it was important enough to remove carefully. Faces refuse to remain in my thinkpan for very long now. Names slide away. Old quadrants feel hypothetical. The terror lasts only a few seconds before wandering off to wherever the rest of it was filed. I lowered the cranial plate back into place. It seated itself with a satisfying little click. The seam vanished beneath my hair. Nobody has remarked upon it. Perhaps every troll's skull opens. Perhaps only mine. Neither possibility concerns me as much as I believe it should. #cw-BodyHorror #cw-Gore #bodyhorror #gore #medicalgore #pan #refresher #thinkpan #diary #lobotomy