Post by W1Nd0ws 95 on May 12, 2016 1:47:34 GMT
It's been over a quadrillion years since I could look in the mirror and see a human. I once saw long, black hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Not anymore.
Long, long ago, I was just your average 17 year old kid. I loved listening to music and reading. I had a few pals and a girlfriend. I would pick my sister up from kindergarten at the end of the day and go home to a drunk mom who was always sleeping.
Then SBURB happened.
Me turning into a horrorterror wasn't quick or painless. At that rate, all of my sessionmates were dead save a couple (my girlfriend Yvette and my 5 year old sister Isabella). What the hell was my classpect, anyway? Pretty sure i was a breath player, but that's all I remember....
First, my fingernails fell off. They just up and dropped to the floor like they were never attached in the first place. The bones in my fingers started getting thinner and thinner, till they snapped off like tree branches during a bad tornado. Stumps didn't even bleed.
As the days passed, I got weaker and weaker. I started coughing up this weird black stuff. Whether it was blood or liquefied organs, I don't know.
Yvette was devastated. All she could do was cry. I guess I would too, if I had to watch her waste away like that. I begged her not to let Isabella come into my room. I didn't want her to see me like this.
After about a week, the jaundice started kicking in. My skin was yellow as a school bus. My hands were getting harder and harder to move, and then they fell off, followed by my arms. My toes were breaking too.
My hair started falling out on day 30. The skin on my back was starting to turn blackish green, and I felt very itchy all over. It felt like something was growing on me, but Yvette looked and said she didn't see anything.
Day 45, my arms finally snapped and fell off. Then my legs on day 60. All of my hair was gone by then, and my skin was completely turned green, which what looked like scales on them.
My eyes started to become sore and I had wicked migraines. It felt like something was growing in my head.
My spine got thinner and thinner, and my ribs popped out, scattered on the bed. Skin grew over the holes. My pelvis shattered and my skin was caving in. My teeth were getting thinner and growing longer, sharper. My head felt like it was getting crushed. Red sores were popping up on my tongue, which was beginning to split in half. I felt like I was getting thinner and thinner each day.
Day 105, I woke up in the morning. I no longer felt weak, and I could even move. But... Something was very, very, very wrong. I couldn't walk. I could only crawl army style, which was weird since I had no arms. I managed to crawl out of bed and drop to the floor, just as Yvette came in with my breakfast. She dropped the plate and screamed when she saw me. Isabella must've heard it too. She came running in and hid behind Yvette when she saw me.
"Yvette, what's wrong?!" I'd yelled. "Stay away, you monster," she yelled back. She sounded so scared. Isabella was crying.
"Yvette, tell me what's going on!" I was getting scared too. Why wouldn't she tell me what was wrong?
I tried to crawl closer to her. She shot at me. It bounced off me and shattered the mirror on the wall. She picked up Isabella and ran out in all the chaos. I was about to follow her, but then I got a glimpse of my reflection on a piece of the mirror.
I cried.
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I felt thid weird urge to go to Derse. Kinda like how baby sea turtles are attracted to the ocean. So, in my disgusting six eyed snake form, I managed to get to Derse. I don't remember how I got there in this form. I just did.
There, I met another monster, a horrorterror. He called himself Fluthlu. He explained everything to me. First of all, I was no longer recognized by the game as a SBURB player. I was an NPC...a horrorterror. He told me that as a horrorterror, I had to serve the game. I asked him where my girlfriend and sister were. He told me they were fine and that they were on Skaia, but I had to come with him.
So, I joined the Furthest Ring. Since I was so small and weak, I became a very low ranking horrorterror. I got acquainted with a few others. I tried to forget everything that had happened.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Months to years. Years to decades. Decades to centuries. Centuries to millenia.
I locked away all my feelings. I tried to forget what being human was like. I started going into sessions of other players. I'd contract with them, fulfill the contracts, and then eat their souls. Did you know that souls are like liquor for horrorterrors? I used to come home so drunk on mortal misery.
Everything was a monotonous blur. I eventually forgot about Yvette and Isabella. I forgot my other friends. I forgot mom. I forgot my dog, Charlie. All I knew was manipulation.
Then one day, that kid summoned me. He seemed familiar, like I'd seen him before on Earth, but I don't know.
His skin was slightly tan, and his eyes were practically white, they were such a light blue. He had this semi-shaggy brown hair. And God, he was so frail and sickly. Poor kid looked like he'd been through hell. His eyes were sunken and pink, and his nose was bleeding from all the crying.
He wrang his hands and talked quietly to me. Usually people like him ask me for help with things, but... He didn't ask for anything.
All he wanted was for me to kill him. That's it. No fancy contracts. He just wanted me to eat his soul already and remove him from this plane of existence.
Something about the kid... Brought back my humanity.
I looked through his memories real quick, and found out that he'd been betrayed in the worst way by his boyfriend. Apparently, a denizen had lied to the boyfriend (WTF, Denizens are allowed to do that?!) and aaid the id was cheating. Of course, he had to believe the Denizen, because.. Well, she's a fucking Denizen. What was he supposed to do?
I won't go into details, but apparently his other sessionmates did something horrible.
So horrible, he summoned a horrorterror just to kill him.
So, I tried to negotiate.
"Listen, kid. How about this..."
I can't say what our contract was because of legal bullshit, but in the end, he became grimdark, with me as his familiar, mentor, companion and, eventually, executioner. I don't want to kill him, honestly. But... The system isn't nice to people. Summoning a horrorterror will mean getting killed by said horrorterror eventually. It's inevitable. That's why so few people dare do it.
But for now, I try to teach him the ways of the eldritch. He is a sweet fella. Often talks about dreams. He has his nasty fear of people seeing his face, (his face isn't even that different! I taught him how to disguise the black skin and white hair with magic and everything!), apparently from a physical and mental disorder inherited from his mom. Because of this, he covers his face with a hoodie and featureless mask, and he covers his hands with these rubber gloves.
That guy ... Walter is his name... Calls himself Walpurgis Night.
And he taught me how to give a shit again. He brought back my humanity. I can never fully repay him for that.
Long, long ago, I was just your average 17 year old kid. I loved listening to music and reading. I had a few pals and a girlfriend. I would pick my sister up from kindergarten at the end of the day and go home to a drunk mom who was always sleeping.
Then SBURB happened.
Me turning into a horrorterror wasn't quick or painless. At that rate, all of my sessionmates were dead save a couple (my girlfriend Yvette and my 5 year old sister Isabella). What the hell was my classpect, anyway? Pretty sure i was a breath player, but that's all I remember....
First, my fingernails fell off. They just up and dropped to the floor like they were never attached in the first place. The bones in my fingers started getting thinner and thinner, till they snapped off like tree branches during a bad tornado. Stumps didn't even bleed.
As the days passed, I got weaker and weaker. I started coughing up this weird black stuff. Whether it was blood or liquefied organs, I don't know.
Yvette was devastated. All she could do was cry. I guess I would too, if I had to watch her waste away like that. I begged her not to let Isabella come into my room. I didn't want her to see me like this.
After about a week, the jaundice started kicking in. My skin was yellow as a school bus. My hands were getting harder and harder to move, and then they fell off, followed by my arms. My toes were breaking too.
My hair started falling out on day 30. The skin on my back was starting to turn blackish green, and I felt very itchy all over. It felt like something was growing on me, but Yvette looked and said she didn't see anything.
Day 45, my arms finally snapped and fell off. Then my legs on day 60. All of my hair was gone by then, and my skin was completely turned green, which what looked like scales on them.
My eyes started to become sore and I had wicked migraines. It felt like something was growing in my head.
My spine got thinner and thinner, and my ribs popped out, scattered on the bed. Skin grew over the holes. My pelvis shattered and my skin was caving in. My teeth were getting thinner and growing longer, sharper. My head felt like it was getting crushed. Red sores were popping up on my tongue, which was beginning to split in half. I felt like I was getting thinner and thinner each day.
Day 105, I woke up in the morning. I no longer felt weak, and I could even move. But... Something was very, very, very wrong. I couldn't walk. I could only crawl army style, which was weird since I had no arms. I managed to crawl out of bed and drop to the floor, just as Yvette came in with my breakfast. She dropped the plate and screamed when she saw me. Isabella must've heard it too. She came running in and hid behind Yvette when she saw me.
"Yvette, what's wrong?!" I'd yelled. "Stay away, you monster," she yelled back. She sounded so scared. Isabella was crying.
"Yvette, tell me what's going on!" I was getting scared too. Why wouldn't she tell me what was wrong?
I tried to crawl closer to her. She shot at me. It bounced off me and shattered the mirror on the wall. She picked up Isabella and ran out in all the chaos. I was about to follow her, but then I got a glimpse of my reflection on a piece of the mirror.
I cried.
_________________________________________________________________________________________
I felt thid weird urge to go to Derse. Kinda like how baby sea turtles are attracted to the ocean. So, in my disgusting six eyed snake form, I managed to get to Derse. I don't remember how I got there in this form. I just did.
There, I met another monster, a horrorterror. He called himself Fluthlu. He explained everything to me. First of all, I was no longer recognized by the game as a SBURB player. I was an NPC...a horrorterror. He told me that as a horrorterror, I had to serve the game. I asked him where my girlfriend and sister were. He told me they were fine and that they were on Skaia, but I had to come with him.
So, I joined the Furthest Ring. Since I was so small and weak, I became a very low ranking horrorterror. I got acquainted with a few others. I tried to forget everything that had happened.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Months to years. Years to decades. Decades to centuries. Centuries to millenia.
I locked away all my feelings. I tried to forget what being human was like. I started going into sessions of other players. I'd contract with them, fulfill the contracts, and then eat their souls. Did you know that souls are like liquor for horrorterrors? I used to come home so drunk on mortal misery.
Everything was a monotonous blur. I eventually forgot about Yvette and Isabella. I forgot my other friends. I forgot mom. I forgot my dog, Charlie. All I knew was manipulation.
Then one day, that kid summoned me. He seemed familiar, like I'd seen him before on Earth, but I don't know.
His skin was slightly tan, and his eyes were practically white, they were such a light blue. He had this semi-shaggy brown hair. And God, he was so frail and sickly. Poor kid looked like he'd been through hell. His eyes were sunken and pink, and his nose was bleeding from all the crying.
He wrang his hands and talked quietly to me. Usually people like him ask me for help with things, but... He didn't ask for anything.
All he wanted was for me to kill him. That's it. No fancy contracts. He just wanted me to eat his soul already and remove him from this plane of existence.
Something about the kid... Brought back my humanity.
I looked through his memories real quick, and found out that he'd been betrayed in the worst way by his boyfriend. Apparently, a denizen had lied to the boyfriend (WTF, Denizens are allowed to do that?!) and aaid the id was cheating. Of course, he had to believe the Denizen, because.. Well, she's a fucking Denizen. What was he supposed to do?
I won't go into details, but apparently his other sessionmates did something horrible.
So horrible, he summoned a horrorterror just to kill him.
So, I tried to negotiate.
"Listen, kid. How about this..."
I can't say what our contract was because of legal bullshit, but in the end, he became grimdark, with me as his familiar, mentor, companion and, eventually, executioner. I don't want to kill him, honestly. But... The system isn't nice to people. Summoning a horrorterror will mean getting killed by said horrorterror eventually. It's inevitable. That's why so few people dare do it.
But for now, I try to teach him the ways of the eldritch. He is a sweet fella. Often talks about dreams. He has his nasty fear of people seeing his face, (his face isn't even that different! I taught him how to disguise the black skin and white hair with magic and everything!), apparently from a physical and mental disorder inherited from his mom. Because of this, he covers his face with a hoodie and featureless mask, and he covers his hands with these rubber gloves.
That guy ... Walter is his name... Calls himself Walpurgis Night.
And he taught me how to give a shit again. He brought back my humanity. I can never fully repay him for that.