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shhh-secret-time · 5 months

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Can we please get some Poly Tweek and Craig? I'm so down bad for those two! Something spicy maybe? Love your stuff so far.

Oho~! This was was a little tricky to write but I enjoyed it! I do love those boys!

Warning: Dirty Talk, Blowjobs, Improper use of icing, Strong Language, NSFW

Pairing: Craig x F!Reader x Tweek

"She's gonna kill us man! Ack! Don't just sit there and eat the icing!"

"Why not? We're not using it."

"Dude! Just help me clean this!"

"Calm down honey, I am helping."

The two bickering back and forth brought a smile to your lips. Craig's monotone responses contrasted Tweek's rising panic, earning a little giggle. From the corner of your eye, you could see their shadows from the kitchen, watching Tweek's scurrying around frantically trying to clean whatever mess they made. You haven't walked into the kitchen yet, in fact you just got home. Calling out that you were home fell on deaf ears as the two were so engaged in their little argument.

Tweek's shadow was getting larger as he made his way out of the kitchen. Coming into view, you got a better look at him. He was covered in sprinkles and icing, the blue stars and little sugary delights stuck in his crazy blond hair. The white vanilla smelling icing clung to his cheeks slightly smeared across the pale flesh.

Where there was one the other was sure to follow, Craig following him with a pleased look in his eyes. Over time you learned how to read the tall blank faced man, learning that it was all in his eyes. And right now, his eyes held such childlike excitement, as he gazed upon Tweek's frustrated face. He wasn't as covered as Tweek was, but his blue hoodie had white powder all over the front of it, you guess he refused to wear the aprons Tweek owned, and his clothes paid the price for it.

"Where are you going babe?"

"What do you- what do you mean where am I going!? To wash this crap off! Since you didn't want to help with the kitchen you-" Tweek stopped in his tracks at Craig's question, turning to face him he hissed in frustration.

Tweek only stopped when he saw you standing in the corner of the living room. His eyes widened in surprise like he was caught in some horrible act. To Tweek this was a horrible act, his anxiety was screaming at him that the messy kitchen was going to make you blow up.

But it was the exact opposite, you were giggling and covering your mouth at how adorable they both looked. Craig stood there with a bored expression and Tweek twitching causing sprinkles to fall from his hair and onto the floor.

"Did you guys have fun?” You asked through your giggle fit.

"Yeah."

"N-No!"

You could only laugh again, shaking your head at your boys. Closing the distance between the two of them, you reached up and began picking the sprinkles from Tweek’s hair. You could hear his breath hitch as you pulled one off his cheek, stuck because of the icing, and popped it into your mouth. The little blue star melting on your tongue.

"Hmm~ lemme guess, cupcakes?"

"Hnng, y-yes! Craig and I thought... thought you were looking stressed recently, so we wanted to make you cupcakes!" Tweek explained through grunts and squeaks. His fingers were flexing until they found purchase on his sweater vest.

Craig only nodded along with his boyfriend, but he liked the idea you had and as Tweek spoke he picked a sprinkle off his cheek. When he popped it in his mouth Tweek's body tensed and shivered.

"Awh... guys that's so sweet! So, what happened?" You giggled again watching Tweek shoot a glare at Craig.

"Tweek freaked out because he couldn't get the cap open, fell back and the icing fell on him." Craig's responded faster than Tweek this time, the monotone voice cutting him off.

"Yeah, that sounds about right, but hey it's the thought that counts! Thank you!" You responded with a little shrug and a warm smile.

"Oh, the cupcakes still got made, they'll be done in a bit." Craig pulled his hand back when Tweek delivered a firm slap on his hand.

"N-now Craig and I are going to clean the kitchen a-and ourselves!" Tweek gestured to himself and Craig with a sigh.

"Oh~? Are you trying to tell me this isn't part of my little gift?" Your purr sent a shiver straight down Tweek's spine, a deep blush creeping across his face.

"H-hng no! I-I mean- it could be?"

Laughing at his reaction, you pressed your lips against his cheeks. The dried vanilla delight coming in contact with your lips made you hum. Your tongue darting out to collect the sweet icing that was already beginning to melt across your tastebuds. Tweek's body flinched in response, the feeling of your tongue gliding across his cheek pulling out a shaky moan.

"Hm~ did you offer Craig a bite? All of this can't just be for me." Your voice dipped to a sultry whisper as you finished cleaning off his face.

Your hot breath brushing against the shell of his ear made him whine out. Craig's chuckle now much closer than it had been a minute ago, Tweek could feel his breath fanning down his neck. Pressing an open tongue kiss into Tweek's skin, Craig bit down on the soft flesh. The sharp pain on his neck was quick but enough to make Tweek moan out.

"G-guys please." You smirked at the sound of his begging, which Craig mirrored.

"Ain't he sweet? Taste so good~"

"He does. Messy and sweet." Craig peppered kisses up Tweek's neck with a hum, Tweek's head tilting back in response. "Always a messy boy."

You hummed in response as your hands slid down Tweek's waist tugging on the belt loops. Following Craig's lead, you began pressing kisses on the other side of Tweek's neck down towards his shoulder.

Tweek's head was spinning from the sensation of both of his lovers assaulting his neck. His breathing becoming erratic at the love bites, the dark red marks Craig left behind and the teeth marks you were pressing into his flesh. Not to mention the way your hands were inching dangerously close to the button on his pants, your fingertips disappearing past the hem of his pants.

"Craaaaig, did you really not help clean the kitchen?" Your tone suddenly rang out, the warning making Craig stop and groan.

"I... ate the icing out of the bowl?" He muttered into Tweek's skin.

"Oh baby, that's not very responsible of you. I don't think you deserve this Tweek treat." Your hands cupped Tweek's hips to tug him away from Craig, who's brows furrowed.

Before he could protest Tweek let out a shaky sigh and wrapped his arms around you, immediately nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Just relieved that he could finally catch his breath, but more so that you were on his side.

"Why don't you sit down while I help Tweek get the rest of the kitchen cleaned up?" Taking Tweek by the hand, you lead him towards the kitchen.

Craig pressed his lips together in a thin line, if the way you said that didn't make his cock throb in response he'd be pissed. Leaning against the doorway, he crossed his arms and watched as you gently pushed Tweek back against the island counter. Tweek's eyes were wide as he watched you grab the bowl of icing, there was enough left to execute your little plan. His mouth went dry as he looked at Craig, the dark green of his eyes almost black with lust.

So preoccupied with the way Craig was staring the both of you down, he gasped when the cold air of the kitchen brushed across his exposed cock. His eyes flew down to your form, already sunk down to your knees with the little pink of your tongue sticking out. You had his pants down by his thighs, along with his underwater, his mind racing at how easily you could mold him. He was puddy in your hands and you knew it. You loved it even. You had a power over the both of them, it wasn't like Craig listened to just anyone. Someone with the kind of power to keep the stoic man by the doorway, someone with the kind of power to make his cock bob at the mere sight of you on your knees.

"Relax Coffee Bean, I'm gonna reward you for being so good. But I'm going to make you all messy again, okay? Continue to be a good boy and let me taste you." Tweek nodded at your command, his head shaking up and down vigorously. Anything you wanted; he would give. He'd give it all.

You smiled up at him as your fingers began collecting the sticky sweet icing in the bowl. Tweek felt his chest tighten when you began smearing the icing down his shaft. Just as he was about to squirm from the feeling of the thick cream on his cock, the feeling was replaced with your mouth around his cock. You started off slowly taking your time with the cute blond, your tongue swirling around the bright red tip. Each time he bucked against your mouth you had to resist the urge to giggle, he was trying so hard to not thrust his cock down your throat. He was already a twitching mess, but the incredible feeling of your mouth around his cock made it worse.

It didn't help that you could feel Craig's piercing gaze, watching you intently bob your head up and down; the icing smeared across your lips. Your hands trailed up the inside of Tweek's thighs, squeezing and holding on as if they were your last lifeline. Poor thing couldn't take it anymore, his hand flew down to your hair gripping the locks as he rocked into your mouth. Salty and sweet flavor pushed further down your tongue as slick pre-cum coated your tongue. Tweek felt his body tense up as he chased his release, losing rhythm the closer he got to his climax.

"I'm-I'm gonna cum, please let me cum! Please, please!" Whimpers and cries turned to begging that was separated by heavy panting, Tweek felt like his chest was about to explode.

Unable to pull away from his assault you gave his thighs a firm squeeze, letting him know it was okay to let go. A hum from your throat vibrating up into his cock made him throw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. That was when you felt the salty liquid shoot down the back of your throat and your nose forcibly pressed against his stomach. Tweek's cries slurred to moans as he gripped the side of your head trying to anchor himself to you. Eventually, when he calmed down, he slowly pulled his member from your mouth. His hand shakily trying to message any discomfort from your scalp. You smiled and nuzzled your face into his hand as your swallowed down the rest of his cum.

"There we go, you did so good for me Tweek." You cooed happily, rising to your feet.

Using Tweek to stable yourself, you slid your hands up and down his chest feeling the loud thumping in his chest. Your smile died as a human shaped shadow was cast over the both of you. You knew what was coming, Craig didn't take teasing well if at all. The fact that he patiently watched you for this long was a miracle in itself. Rough hands, contrasting Tweek's gentle touch, grabbed at your waist forcing you back against his stiff member. You almost felt bad for the man by the feeling of it through his jeans alone it must have been painful, but any pity was thrown out the window when you felt him lift you up and press you against Tweek.

Normally Craig would have chuckled at the squeak that left your lips, enjoying the fact that you were suddenly so shy at the way he manhandled you, but right now the only thing on his mind was getting back at you. It wasn't fair that they could have a full conversation with their eyes and body language alone and it certainly wasn't fair that Tweek was so quick to betray you. His slender fingers fumbled with the button of your pants, once they were popped open Craig's fingers hooked into the waistband of them and practically shoved them down. With a frustrated huff he wouldn't bother giving your underwear the same patience, tearing them off with a snap. You yelped as you felt Tweek's hands grip your arms to hold you up and your feet no longer touching the ground.

In the back of your mind, you knew neither would do anything to really hurt you, but the way Craig looked at you made you feel like prey. And when he leaned forward, bending your body until you were smashed up against Tweek's chest, you knew you were in for it. His hot breath brushing against your skin as his voice dipped dangerously low, the kind you could feel in his chest as he spoke.

"Remember that I love you honey, because I'm going to fucking destroy you like I don't." The man pressed a sweet kiss into your cheek like he didn't just promise your downfall.

Your eyes widened up at Tweek who only gave you a smile in return, sickly sweet like he was enjoying this. The little traitor. When Tweek's hand caressed your face and he pressed a kiss onto your lips you should have known he was distracting you. Distracting you from Craig but from the way the tip of his cock drug across your wet folds there would be no ignoring him. Craig's arm hooked under your leg stretching your thighs until you were spread open perfectly for him.

You heard him click his tongue and then without missing a beat his cock slammed into you. The thick member shoving past your folds and immediately meeting that oh so delicious spot. Feeling Tweek smirk against your lips as you tried to cry out in pleasure, you swore you were already seeing stars. For as quick as Craig was going about bullying your insides, Tweek kept his kisses slow. While one was treating you like glass the other left bruises on your skin. Soft gentle kisses, tasting himself and that icing on you, peppering his lips on yours repeatedly; every time he pulled away you let out moan after moan.

"Fuck, the way your walls are clenching around me. You like this don't you? Like when I fuck you like this?" Craig wasn't usually so verbal but something about you and Tweek pulled something out of him. Maybe it was the way your walls clenched around his cock, fluttering at the way his voice got ragged. Maybe it was because he was addicted and finally getting his fix after you thought you could deny him. "Fuck of course you'd get wet from that, trying to choke my cock sweetheart?"

He stood back at his full height, no longer hunched over you to whisper filth in your ear. No, he was focused now. The shift was unbelievable. He went from short rough thrusts, rutting against you like a mad man, to calculated long strikes. His tempo didn't slow, if anything with your cunt sucking him further in it only encouraged him to speed up. Beads of sweat traced patterns over your skin, your arousal making it easier for him to keep up his pace. Tweek watched as you came undone around Craig's cock, felt your body tense up in his arms and your back arching. Tweek's fingers slipped down from your arms to your clit circling the pads of his fingertips around your aching clit, clear cum coating his fingers.

With your walls fluttering around his cock, Craig felt his release creeping closer and closer. He wanted to try and hold out to pull another out of you, Tweek already overstimulating you from his fingers, but he couldn't. Not when you felt so good around him, like you were made for him. After a few more slam of his hips, his cock pulsed and released deep inside of you. His cum painting the inside of your walls, filling your insides until you were stuffed and dripping.

For a few moments the three of you basked in the glow of each other, the sound of trying to catch your breath and Craig coming down from his high. Ever so slowly he pulled his softening member from your core, setting you down gently. When your legs failed to hold you up Tweek wrapped his arms around you. Gently placing you on the counter, he took a step back to help you both get cleaned up. Somehow the flour on Craigs clothes flew off and clung to your sweaty skin, the sprinkles from Tweek stuck to your thighs and shoulders. Instead of getting clean, now all three of you were a sticky sweaty mess.

Ding

“Cupcakes are done.”

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entomolog-t · 8 months

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Kicking off promptober a day late with some new OCs for the prompt Stranger! This is going to be an ongoing series for promptober along with some content of my other OCs 💕

Just a fair warning, this chapter in particular is more horror oriented, while the series itself will be more sci-fi focused in nature. The content warnings are not extreme, but be wary of you're sensitive to any of the topics.

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Next Chapter: Chapter 2

Word count: 2856

CW: Gore (Blood/viscera, mild body horror) Mentions of firearms, Adult language,

There was someone outside.

The sight of a figure standing in the distance at the edge of my yard made the blood drain from my face. There was a creeping sense of unease that washed over me as I eyed them from the window. What was someone doing out here? The next house was over a kilometer away… just who the Hell was that??

I squinted, unable to discern anything other than a vaguely human silhouette near the treeline.

Was someone lost? Maybe a drunk kid stumbled away from a barn party or something?

A voice at the back of my mind whispered far worse alternatives.

What if they’re here on purpose?

The figure wobbled forwards, just beyond the reach of the porch lights. I felt as the growing sense of unease only worsened. Their gate was lurching and awkward- as if stumbling and catching their fall.

Had they been in an accident? Oh God, what if they’re hurt?? That paranoid voice in the back of my head interjected, cold and logical, What if they want to hurt you? It’s the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere- Lock. The. Doors.

As if on cue, the motion lights lit up, casting an artificial glow over the expanse of their yard- the light just barely reaching the … the… what the fuck was that?

Unease turned to horror, and my feet turned to lead.

Very little of the light had reached the figure, its body still obscured by shadow- but the light had reached its eyes; it reflected off them.

All six of them.

To my horror, those six eyes turned to look straight at me.

Not human. Oh God, it's not human.

I stared, unable to pull my eyes from the sight, instinct locking me in place. For a beat we stayed frozen, eyes locked on one another, neither of us moving. I wasn’t sure I was even breathing.

Then it ran.

My heart stopped. It barrelled forwards with jagged motions at wrong angles- its movements far too stiff. I fall back from the window with a choked cry. A singular voice cutting through the panic in my mind.

The door. Lock the door. Get the gun.

Frantic, I scramble to my feet, legs feeling numb as I sprint toward the door. As I near the door, i hear a muffled sound that chills me to the bone;

Barking.

Honey!

For a brief moment my thoughts feel incomprehensible. Panic scrambling any sort of linear path or cohesion before adrenaline urges me to focus- this is fight or flight, and if Honey is outside I could only ever choose fight.

Hall closet. Get the bat.

I rip open the closet door, tossing aside coats and clutter to grab the metal “Unwanted Visitors” bat. My heart threatens to beat out of my chest as I hear the barking outside take on an edge- a growl.

Fuck.

I needed to move. Not Honey. Oh God, please not Honey.

My breathing comes too quickly and too shallow, chest shaking with every breath. My hands tremble as I grip the bat, my knuckles white. Despite it all, my mind remains clear- Frantic, but clear.

Open the door. Get the dog.

I rip the door open, nearly falling back as the… the thing whips its head around to face me. My stomach drops, weighed down by an overwhelming dread; There was no denial. This was no person in a mask, no deformed and mangy coyote- Hell this was no animal born of this earth. There was no conceivable way to placate my mind by rationalizing that this thing was anything but monstrous.

It’s too many eyes stayed locked on my own, as it loomed motionless on two legs, almost like a man- only a twisted perversion of what a man should be. Even at a distance it was clear this thing was massive, standing taller than my pickup. An armor like shell covered its form- a deep inky black and with an uncanny sheen, akin to spilled gasoline. Flesh and muscle peaked through the gaps in the armor on limbs that were far too long- and horrifically, two too many. It … this thing had six limbs.

It stood on two legs, malformed as they were - they looked almost prehistoric. Digitigrade, like that of a dog, but clawed. Not clawed like cats or dogs, but taloned like birds- like… dinosaurs. Four arms jutted from its body, with two remaining curled against its chest, while the other pair rose up in front oof them between itself and Honey.

Its face- God that face! Bile rose in my throat as the wrongness of its visage settled in my mind. Much of its face was smooth, devoid of any visible ears or nose. There were too many eyes. Each pure black, with no indication of where its gaze landed. Antennae, this thing had fucking antennae, jutted forth from its temples behind what looked like horns in an almost demonic appearance.

Was… was it a Demon?

An Alien??

As my eyes locked onto its mouth, an icy chill coursed through my spine. The sight of its mouth was beyond horrific- Like a twisted version of an insect or a Hellish spider. Grotesque appendages jutting out from the corners of its mouth, keeping the full view of its maw obscured.

That is… until it screamed.

It was as if its face was being pulled apart, the mouth appendages spreading far wider than humanly possible to reveal a fanged maw. The sound that spilled from the creature could only be described as unholy. A sound that was both a hissing shriek and a deep bellow echoed through the night, broken and cracking as the howl died in the creature's throat- almost as if it was not meant to be making sound. The silence that followed was deafening. Something stirred in the back of my mind, as if awoken by the creature’s wail- a primal fear, the sensation a mix of desperation and foreboding. It was as if my mind fought against the sight before me, so desperately wishing to unsee something that went against my own established reality. The uncanny wrongness of the creature filled me with a nearly indescribable sense of unease- the primordial fear of the unknown.

Honey growled. A low warning growl spilled past barred teeth. I heard my voice before I’d even realized I’d spoken.

“Honey. Off.”

Honey doesn’t move. Doesn’t even flinch at my voice as she refuses to tear her eyes away from that monstrosity for even a second. I take a step forward.

“Honey. Come!” My voice cracks, the fear bleeding into the plea.

Nothing.

A sickening sinking feeling overtakes me as dread settles in my stomach. Thoughts of that .. that thing wormed into my mind- Those grim claws tearing into Honey, that hideous mouth sinking in to her-

“HEY!” I take the first of the steps down the porch and raise the bat, desperately ignoring the shaking in my legs, “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!”

The creature’s head snaps toward me in an instant. It takes a step back, raising both sets of arms it had extended between itself and Honey. That horrible mouth opens again, a gruesome croaking sound bleeding forth, like a wet clicking. It sounded forced… it sounded almost… pained.

I blanch.

Could it- Did it understand me?

Time felt as though it froze- my eyes locked on the creature's face looking for some sign of recognition, some emotion- anything. Its face split again, mouth opening to make a strained croak before it dropped to its knees, as if a weight had suddenly been dropped on it. It shuddered, catching its weight on two of its four arms as it collapsed forward.

Was it hurt?

Slowly I move forward down the steps. A sickening smell fills the air. Hot and meaty, like a gutted animal- the smell of ruptured innards. I gag- the smell of roadkill. In the cool of the night, I watch in terrible fascination as steam rolls off the creature in billowing waves.

To my relief, Honey takes a step back, ears pulling back flat against her head as she whines in concern. Something was happening, and I did not care to find out what that was.

The creature shrieks. The sound makes my blood run cold. Raw, and wet, it sounded like two voices screaming in tandem; A cougar's yowl cutting through a bison’s bellow. A sickening crunch cuts the scream short.

“Honey.” My own voice feels hollow, I barely feel her name form in my mouth as I speak it. “Inside.” She hesitates, head briefly leaving the creature before turning to me. Honey finally relents, tearing off behind me and into the house. Yet the relief that washes over me seems to wash away my nerve as well. My legs feel weak under the weight of my body- plated far too firmly in the ground as if literally and metaphorically petrified- cemented in place by fear.

Panic swells in my mind, as my heart thunders against my chest. Fuck, fuck fuck. I needed to get to the door? How fast was this thing? Would it try to get inside? Did I have any bullets left? What if-

No.

Focus.

Get inside.

With no small effort, I will my feet to move. I refuse to take my eyes off that fucking abomination as I take a step back. Its head shoots up, gaze locking onto me. Instinct throws logic to the wind, my brain screaming a single command-

RUN.

I turn to obey, but not before I see it lunge forward, rushing at me as I try to get away. In a split second decision I pivot, swinging the bat with enough adrenaline powered force I was certain I could drop a bear.

A sickening crunch follows as I make contact.

To my horror, the noise hadn’t came from me downing the creature, but instead the metal bat crumpling in its grasp.

I step back, releasing the bat. For a moment, both of us seem frozen in time- each staring at the bat, malformed in its grasp. Some unknowable emotion crosses its face. Its antennae stand straight, and the gruesome oral appendages twitch rapidly.

I take another step back.

The thing looks from the bat to me, its horrific mouth opening and closing with a stuttered chittering noise. I take a step back. It hesitates, looking from the bat to me and back again to the bat. Another step, and another, and another. My eyes stay locked on its form, refusing to turn my back to that thing again.

It crumpled my bat… my metal bat... It caught it mid swing… with ease. My brain seemed to struggle for a moment, as if resisting against what I’d just witnessed. I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat. This thing was fast, and horrifically strong.

Get inside.

I want to laugh at the thought. Tears sting at my eyes, and dread wells in my gut. What good would being inside do to stop something that crumpled a bat with ease?? The barrier of the door would be just as effective as a blanket over a child's feet at night- only good for placating the mind.

I take another step back and feel the bottom step of the porch steps press into my calf.

Almost there. Get inside. Lock the door. Get the gun.

I back up the steps, my steps slow as if any sudden movement would prompt it to rush at me. The wood groans under my weight and the creature's head snaps up as if broken out of a trance, bat clattering to the ground. It follows, though it doesn’t rush at me. Instead its movements are slow- like a predator stalking its prey.

My steps quicken, but my eyes stay locked on the multitude of its own. It matches my pace, clearing the porch steps in a single stride as I back through the door frame. It closes more distance. My mind is screaming- begging me to shut the door, but something much louder and much more ancient bucks against my reason- commanding me to keep distancing myself from it.

I step back.

It follows.

The creature ducks under the doorframe- a hideous and gruesome sight as its massive frame steps into the light. Brutal looking spikes jut out from its shelled exterior, the oily sheen on its segmented armored shell prismatic in the light. Something too fleshy writhes between the gaps, twisting and straining with each motion. It raises a single arm toward me, three brutally clawed fingers, long and unnaturally jointed grasping for me.

Then, without warning, it crumbles.

Both figuratively and literally, the creature falls apart. A chunk of its shelled armor falls from its extended arm- a foul viscous ooze dripping from the bare spot. It shudders, a soft gurgling cry slipping out from behind its insectoid mouth.

It takes a step, wobbling under its own weight before dropping to a knee. One hand reaches to cover its mouth, while the other strings against its thigh, trying to heave itself back to standing.

It stumbles. More chunks of its exterior fall from its frame. Its raises its head towards me. Despite all reason, the emotion on its face seems all too clear.

Fear.

Despair.

Pleading.

I choke back tears. What the fuck was happening?

It chitters- sounding almost frantic. In the light of the entryway I can see its mouth more clearly. The way its face splits open, the horrific width of its maw, the way its teeth look more like talons than actual teeth.

I watch in horror as it begins to heave- dropping to its hands and knees its back arches- more pieces of itself cracking off under the sudden movement. A foul hot liquid spills from its mouth, the creature gagging and jerking as it throws up something thick and…red.

Blood.

Was it this thing's blood? My thoughts are drawn back to the strange ooze under its shelled exterior…No…Was this someone else’s blood? Had it-

It heaves again, chunks of tissue and viscera seemingly answering my unspoken question.

I can’t feel my breaths as they pass my lips, but I can feel the way my chest heaves- how hard it contracts, each breath shallow and forced.

Get away NOW.

I stumble back. Head swiveling around while it's distracted. Fragmented thoughts coming and going in a frenzy as I feel fear and logic scramble for some sort of plan.

Run. Hide. Kitchen. Garage. Knife. Gun. Phone. Honey.

Honey.

My eyes fall on Honey, standing stiff in the hallway. Her ears pulled back, expression wary as her head looks from me to the thing in the entryway. Without a second thought I rush towards her, grabbing her by the collar and stumbling to the bedroom. The slam of the door behind us seems to break whatever mental dam I had built in my panic. Hot tears spill down my face as realization dawns on me.

Trapped…I’d trapped us both.

The gun was in the garage. I felt a sob escape my lips. The truck keys- in the kitchen beside my phone.

I shook my head, trying to free myself from the despair pulling on my mind. I had to do something. I refused to sit and wait for that… that … thing to burst through the door. My eyes fell to the dresser, calling forth memories of yelling at Clyde for scratching the hardwood floor as we struggled to move it from the guest room to my own. It was heavy.

Ramming my shoulder into the side of it, I shoved it in front of the door, the dresser groaning in progress as its legs scraped the once pristine hardwood. My own legs shook. My hands shook. Everything shook. Trembling turned to near convulsions as my back slid against the dresser, knees giving out beneath me. I eyed my bed, considering shoving it against the door as well, but the thought of getting up for a second and leaving the door undefended was too much.

Crouched against the barricade, I could hardly breathe. The stench of rot choked the air, mixing with the vile sounds of retching that echoed down the hall. I pulled Honey close, clinging to her like a child clutching a treasured stuffed animal. Her tail flopped lazily, like the fearless idiot she was. This couldn’t be real. I was having a break. This was… a prank. A nightmare. This was anything but reality. It couldn’t be- I knew better. This was real.

I felt my sanity teetering on the edge. Outside the barricaded door, the shuffling and scratching grew, though I couldn’t tell if the creature was moving closer or if my ears were just adjusting to the unnatural silence around me.

More retching.

More chittering

Sounds of something heavy falling to the ground.

Wailing.

Horrific screeches.

The sound of a heavy impact rattling the walls.

My hands flew to my ears, eyes squeezing shut as I begged reality itself to make it stop-

And … it did.

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