Weeks passed like an eternity after mom signed up for the breeding program for the alien slugs. We had been texting each other for awhile, with me pleading her to come back, with her saying things like “This is the way things are now dear”, after so many times of pleading to her, she eventually stopped responding to my texts. The unsettling silence that followed each unanswered text intensified my concern for her well-being. One day, a notification jolted me back to the reality I desperately tried to escape – she was active on social media.
Dread knotted my stomach as I reluctantly opened the app. What awaited me was beyond comprehension. Images flooded my screen, my mother proudly displaying her ever-expanding belly, filled with alien slugs. The captions, once familiar and comforting, now echoed an eerie affection for these invasive creatures. She referred to them as her "babies," her words sending shivers down my spine.
Scrolling through the grotesque photos, I found myself caught in a nightmare. Videos revealed the transformation of close family and friends into willing breeders for the alien slugs. The clips depicted the unnerving process as the slugs slithered into their mouths, their eyes glazed with an otherworldly allure. Some were shown with swollen bellies, filled to the brim with the slugs, just like mom.
The comments section was a chilling echo chamber of admiration and encouragement. People applauded the newfound joy of becoming breeders, expressing excitement and anticipation for their own encounters with the alien slugs. It was a surreal online community, growing in numbers, each member seemingly enchanted by the invasive force that had taken hold of our town.
Desperation gripped me as I tried to comprehend the scale of this infestation. My mother's once familiar face was now obscured by a haunting ecstasy, and the friends and family I knew are now incubators for the alien slugs, being bred endlessly by them now.
I came to the realization that they had willingly embraced their role as hosts for the alien slugs. The more I scrolled, the deeper I descended into a nightmare that I must accept.
