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nasaxd

4 years ago

TRIGGER WARNING!

*vivisection

*worms

*brain

*blood

*human lemon demon (kinda)

GAME OVER!

Patient Zero

A goretober post meant for last year's goretober using 3 OCs of mine.

TW // worms, mentions of surgery, gore, body horror.

● Ezekiel — It's been a few days since I've gotten my brain surgery. The doctors say it was a success and I'll make a full recovery. They didn't tell me about the side effects though.

Sometimes I'll hear a strange squirming sound, like someone chewing openly into a microphone. I've told my doctor and he says it's probably my brain hard at work to make up for whatever procedure they had done. He told me it would pass.

I believe him.

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It's been a few months now and the sounds have gone away. I'm at my happiest now, making a full recovery from the surgery and living my life to the fullest.

But recently the noises have come back. They've become louder than last time, now a constant sound in my ear. I try to hide how it affects my daily life but I can't help the disgust that crosses my face. It's causing me trouble at work, I'm trying my best to correct it.

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It's been a few weeks since they began again. I've lost my job, too many incidents and complaints from customers.

My few friends have dwindled to one after I've complained about the noises to them. They think I'm crazy and I can't say I blame them.

I haven't left the house in days; the noises are louder than ever and driving me up the wall.

I'm sure I've gotten texts and phone calls, but the sounds are muffled in comparison to the wet, squirming noises in my head.

It's gotten to the point where I've taken to scratching at my ear, using whatever I can to reach deeper and deeper into my ears. My fingers, forks, knives. The best working so far has been the steel rat tail comb I own. It always comes out bloody but the noises have lessened.

But so has my hearing.

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I didn't hear the worm when the first one fell, but I felt it.

It was two in the morning. Another sleepless night from the noises.

I had been laying on my side when there was a wet squelch from my ear and it felt as though something had slipped out. A shudder of disgust ran through me and it shifted to horror when I sat up to see what it had been.

A worm the length of my middle finger rested where my ear had been, squirming in a puddle of my blood.

Bile crawled up my throat but was swallowed down to clean up the mess.

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The next worm to be found was another feeling.

There was a strange itch in my eye. I thought it was simply an eyelash but when looking in the mirror, I saw the writhing of something beneath my eyelid.

Tugging the skin down only confirmed the feeling of dread steadily growing like a pit in my chest. I took to my eye with tweezers, noticing the end sticking out just below my line of vision.

Familiar bile made my mouth fill with spit as I snagged onto the wriggling end of the worm. It was a struggle to pull out, pain blooming in both eye and flesh as the worm seemed to squirm and try to dig in deeper. With a quiet grunt, the worm was pulled free by a wet pop and drawn blood.

This time, I was unable to hold back the vomit as I washed the worm down the drain.

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For a time, the noises stopped. I assumed it was finally gone by the worms that I had been almost religiously removing from my body.

My hearing was shot and my vision going but I allowed myself that sense of peace, paranoia ebbing away little by little until I was almost positive the situation was done and over.

Days passed and my unease was gone completely, but I still had yet to return to the outside world. I had an affinity to the dark now, and often stayed in the bath with the lights off.

I don't know when or why it began, but it seemed to satisfy something deep within me. But that's when the whispers began.

They tormented me for days, but they weren't as bad as the noises. They were tolerable.

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I woke up in a sweat, choking on any cries I made from the pain coursing through me. It was full body and it felt as though something was crawling beneath my skin as if I were a beehive.

The voices were louder, too loud. They drowned out any noises that could have been heard.

Someone was screaming. It was distant.

Bile filled my throat before I was vomiting, finding myself hunched over the toilet.

When did I get here?

The sight of it only made me vomit again.

Writhing in the mass of blood and stomach acid were worms, too many to be less than a hundred.

In the bathroom light, the pain only worsened to the point I was nearly numb, but the sight of my skin was enough for me to empty my stomach into the steadily overflowing toilet again.

Beneath my flesh were worms. Hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions. All writhing and rolling over one another as if I was rich dirt ripe with nutrients.

The screaming grew louder, penetrating what little hearing I had left and seemingly sending the worms into a frenzy.

It hurt.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. Ithurt. Ithurtithurtithurtithurtithurtithurtithurt.

Pain tore at my skin, blooming in liquid red and purple. Nails clawed and clawed, trying to tear the parasites from beneath my flesh as if it would help.

Somehow I made it to my living room. More screaming. More tearing. More pain.

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● Enzo — It had been days since I had last seen Ezekiel.

They hadn't shown up for any of the events nor returned any of my calls or texts and I was starting to grow worried. Especially after their numerous complaints of hearing noises.

Our friends slowly abandoned him but Enkai and I stayed, attempting to ease their mind when we could.

I was removed from my thoughts by walking into his apartment door, grunting at the pain in my nose before I was knocking, calling for my friend.

There was no response, but their location showed they were home. A pit of dread filled my stomach as I tried to think up possible reasons for the lack of response.

My hand brushed at the extra key in my pocket that Ezekiel had given to Enkai and I after a bad decline in their health. I made no hesitation to open the door, flinching a little at the smell that seemed to leave it.

I retched, free hand covering my mouth as if to stop the penetrating smell of death and rotting flesh as I shut the door behind me.

“Ezekiel? Are you here?”

There was no response.

“You haven't responded to any of my texts or calls for a while, I was starting to worry.”

The stench seemed to get worse as I traveled further, and there was a strange wet, squelching sound from somewhere further into the room.

I hadn't thought to turn on the light when I stepped into the living room, but now my hand blindly reached and flailed to hit the light switch.

A hiss met me when the light flooded the room and the sight soon enough had me hunched over, vomiting onto the ruined floor.

Ezekiel, my friend, stood—no, floated—above the floor, held in place by a thick substance similar to gum that spread out behind them like butterfly wings, attached to the walls and ceiling. They were spread in fashion similar to being pinned to the cross.

A fleshy mound was attached to their back in fashion similar to a cocoon. Flesh was rotting, some of it torn and the bone stripped bare and I could see the tendons and veins hanging limply from holes torn into their skin. A whole leg was missing. Holes littered Ezekiel's stomach and I could see through it to the other side, surrounded by peeling back flesh and organs spilling onto the floor.

But that hadn't been the worst part.

Ezekiel was staring at me. Where their flesh wasn't being ravaged by decay, worms crawled in and out like maggots, falling to the ground in piles upon piles that nearly covered the entirety of the floor. Half of their face was stripped, revealing the skull beneath, but the top of their head was completely gone, exposing their brain crawling with the creatures tearing them apart.

But they were still alive. They were still alive and they were staring.

A mass of blood and worms fell from their mouth as it opened, and what was left of their voice box let out a scratchy groan.

“Turn off the lights. They like the dark.”

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