@terribleFate — #horror
I had a patient today. I do not cut to the flesh. My Thimble is so much finer than that. It catches onto things too small for even blood to know it exists. I worked slowly. I teased apart little strands no microscope could ever hope to see. Every cell, and every impossibly tiny knot that tells a body what its supposed to become. "There you are..." I said. I found it. I found something I was certain was wrong. It wasn't. The disease had rewritten this part of him, so much, that the healthy cells seemed to be irregular. I mistook the body's attempt to compensate as the source of the illness....Read more
I remembered something in the west hall. Not a whole thing. A corner of one. The manor was quiet. It is usually not quiet. There are clocks in the walls and footsteps above the ceiling and doors deciding things without being touched. But it was quiet then. I was carrying folded linens. I do not know why. There was lime on one of them. I looked at it for too long. Then I knew. Not everything. Enough. I was not Bucket first. I was not Felt first. I was not rust. I was not supposed to be useful. Something had lived in me before the filing. Something loud. Somet...Read more
Every morning, the seam feels tighter. Cranial pressure is a polite way to describe it. I have started calling it weather. However, weather usually happens outside. When someone asks how I am, I say improved. An answer arrives before I have chosen one. Even my mouth seems briefed ahead of me. None of the briefings mention who wrote them. For example, I told the mediculler I slept well. I did not sleep. My hands were folded neatly all night. It sounded better than saying that. Until he asked what I dreamed about. One was supplied immediately. Another followed when ...Read more
I keep being told that I said things I do not remember saying. That is probably normal now. I asked the mediculler if the pan does that after too much work. He said yes, but he used more words than that. I did not like the words. They made a shape I could recognize, but not hold. Like wet paper. You pick it up, and it becomes smaller and worse. I asked what it meant when I remembered the wrong thing. He asked me what I meant by wrong. That was not helpful. I remember eating this morning. I remember it clearly. There was a bowl. There was a spoon. I set both of them beside the ablution trap bec...Read more
Checked the intake slot at the new hive because the little red flag was raised. A municipal envelope had been folded until it fit through the grate. Form numbers were printed across the front in very small, very bored type. Every page inside concerned relocation, affiliation, and recovery compliance. Hive assignment: Unit 27-C, Inventory Terrace, East Foundry Ward. However, the name field had been corrected twice. Someone wrote ANIKAH CIKUYO first. Green ink struck that out. Household asset name: BUCKET CUMJAR. Felt designation: utility, provisional, non-voting, non-heir, noness...Read more
body disposal is a lot less glamorous than people make it sound. not that i would know. obviously. this is just one of those normal thought experiments people have when they are standing in the basement at 3:17 in the morning with a shovel they did not remember buying and a guest who has become significantly less conversational than they were when they arrived. nobody tells you that the body isn't the actual problem. but it's a symptom. see. the problem is the decisions you made. the body is the receipt for said decisions. the body is what has to happen when the house has finished arguing with...Read more
@goldenGigabyte Wants me to make a #NSFW Post? Okidokie. Hold onto your hat. concept: surviving the first hour in the murder hive because she wants you lucid enough to appreciate the craftsmanship. every trap is almost loving in its construction. tripwires tied to antique bells. pressure plates beneath velvet rugs. hidden doors that only open after you panic enough to start praying at the walls. she keeps leaving little notes in perfect handwriting apologizing for “the inconvenience” after every near death experience. eventually you realize the eastern hive never actually had an upper floor. e...Read more