flicker
she doesn’t notice till it’s too late. perhaps a little bit too drunk to process whatever it was that came out of the demon woman of osprey’s mouth. jang danbi lays unaware and properly cuddled into her bed, perhaps dreaming of better places to stay for summer like venice or something actually worthy. mutant fish or not-so-mutant fish. or whatever?
last thing on her mind.
so, imagine her surprise when she feels it. the first slice of cold metal against skin. a paper-thin cut, beadings of blood oozing from pale skin. her body reacts instinctively, molecules vibrating to the point of intangibility. at least, her left leg is. and danbi, stirring with the slightest of pull of gravity, wakes to a beast in her bed and her shin phased through the thin mattress.
then, a scream.
it’s hard to pinpoint the correct adjective to better describe the many emotions coursing through the hellion’s veins. fear? disgust? bewilderment? fucked? yes, fucked. this is so fucked. danbi is barely breathing when she pushes herself out of bed, stumbling onto the floor (nearly trips when her foot sinks through the floorboards) and pressing her body against the nearest wall.
fuck. what the fuck?
her eyes land on the hissing(?) fish(?) once more.
what the fuck?
what is this?
"fuck, fuck, fuck.” her eyes shift toward the nearest human(?) lump still in bed momentarily, grabbing the nearest thing (someone’s boot) to knock against the wooden bed-frame. “wake up,” danbi hisses between hits against wood, flinching when the creature starts to move. “wake up, wake up—wake the fuck up!”
the boot slips then, landing on the figure’s body—and danbi manages another pitched scream when the fish lunges.
fuck!
— @rmyejun