Fred the Squish
TW: Fucked up squishy monster shit. There is no monster fucking just lots of violence, blood, gore, tentacles, many mouths, many eyes, derp monster shit. LOTS OF FOOD MENTIONS AND EATING!!! Based off a very herb filled session of Carrion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! PERMISSION TO REPOST, TRANSLATE, REPRODUCE AND READ ON ANY PLATFORM DENIED.
Enjoy the Spoopy entry to Spoopy season. You may thank @animupiglett for making me post this which should have never seen the light of day.
Moving through whatever this place is your hunger which started out at a tolerable level grows. Your instincts command you to find sustenance and quickly. You pause to think what would happen if you could not find food in time but are interrupted shortly into your thoughts when you feel pressure on a tentacle. Reflexively you wrap around the object and pull it towards your mouth. Dagger like teeth tear and shred as whatever this is moves through your heavily dentata filled orifice.
Prologue
You awake feeling hungry. No memories. Just the all-consuming urge to feed. Your vision is limited. Things are dark but you possess long tendrils and tentacles that have amazing perception. Extending your limbs outward you pull yourself along a flat, smooth surface. Everything is alien to you. Each time you touch the floor you notice the viscous fluids of your body leave behind a mess.
You will remember that.
Upon consumption of the creature, you feel...sensation. A tickling in your brain. You grow in mass. Five more eyes and six mouths emerge from you. Your vision has also improved. You can distinguish colors, make out objects a fair distance away and you can hear. This is a new. You launch a tentacle up above and grip the surface above. Cautiously you pull yourself up. Observing the red fluid that drips from your being. Fascinating.
You file this information away for later.
Sliding along the ceiling you make your way through what appears to be a hallway. How did you not know this before? Perhaps with each meal you grow...smarter? There is only one way to find out. Pausing you send out several slender tendrils to feel out in front of you. The ceiling appears to be slotted not far in front of your and there is air flow. Pushing through you wiggle about enjoying the feel of the current on your appendages.
Your mass grows ever larger and once again you multiply in mouths and eyes. Your senses increase and you become more intelligent. The theory is correct. With each meal the smarter you become and the more sentient you become. But how did you arrive here? You ponder this new train of thought as you spot another of these bipedal meals. There are four of them this time. They emit some sort of noise when they see you. You imitate the noise back at them and one of them begins to leak fluid from its lower half. Fascinating.
Suddenly, you feel pain! A lot of pain! Retracting your tendrils, you open one of your mouths and scream! You cannot hear it but you know you have done something as now there is a red flashing light moving about. Annoyed and angered by the pain you launch forward from your position and move through where you earlier sent your tendrils. Angered at whatever dared to harm you. You detect heat coming from your side and you thrust several thick tentacles in that direction. You wrap around a strange looking upright blob thing. You pull it towards you and devour it in your rage. The feel of its meat and liquids pooling in your mouths and being rend asunder brings you great joy.
You will remember that.
You cruise through the containment facility. Devouring the poor wretches that dwelled beneath. Some tried to fight. Some tried to hide. Most just screamed. The adrenaline they secreted enhanced their flavor so you made sure to instill as much terror as possible into the tiny beings. Each one tasting more delicious than the next. They were almost as addicting as your rage. Almost. The slight they had dealt you still needed to be dealt with.
You grab the creatures and feast upon their delicious fleshmeats. The crunch of their bones brings you great joy. You now enjoy textures. The smoothness of the bones changes when you chomp down. They become sharp and help break up the enjoyable but monotonous squishy smoothness that your meal felt like previously. The creatures flavor however, now that is something that is piquing your interest.
This is familiar. A memory forms in your head. These bipedal creatures. You. Some sort of a container. Blood. Blood? What is blood?
Pulling a tentacle up to one of your many, uncountable eyes you observe the drippage trailing off of it. Was this stuff blood? You plunge the appendage into your mouth and feel yourself feeling yourself. Interesting sensation but you have other matters to focus on. The liquid tastes pleasant. You surmise that the red substance you are oozing and trailing behind is blood. And it comes from these delicious bipedal, moving fleshsacks. You purr in excitement. You desire, no! You crave more of them! So more you shall have.
With newfound gusto you traverse through the hallways. Eating new meals, gaining intelligence, recovering lost memories and rediscovering who you are. You are not native to this planet. You are new. You were being studied by these beings. Humans. Tasty little treats who got in over their heads. They believed you could be controlled. How stupid of them. They were prey. Simple as that. Nothing more and nothing less. You had consumed so many of them before your most unfortunate capture.
Rage fills you as you remember the pain and humiliation of your capture. How they reduced you to that simple thinking biomass with limited abilities. So small and pathetic. Prey. They had made you prey! YOU! YOU WERE NOT PREY! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO ATE! They must pay for their mistakes! You resolved to punish the humans. Forcefully taking their life’s blood to sustain yourself but also in revenge. You were satisfied and no longer needed to eat to keep yourself alive in this moment. You were well fee.
No, now you wanted to eat to punish these disgusting yet delicious humans. Remind them they are little more than cattle. They exist for your consumption just like everything else. They had no other purpose than to provide sustenance. And you were going to drill that into their tiny, soft, squishy, fatty masses they called brains. Brains which by the way tasted quite nice with gunpowder. Something you learned when a gun mech blew up within you as you shredded it down to get to its soft, gooey, humanoid center.
And you were almost at your goal.
You could read their language now and you knew you were far above the subterranean levels you had started at. You were nearing the exit. The airflow was different here. It smelled different and felt...fresh? It wasn't recycled like it was down below. Perhaps there were more of these tasty treats beyond whatever this door was?
You had to know!
So, you forced your massive, wet, dripping mass through the opening and thrust yourself into the unknown. And were summarily let down. There were more pathetic meat bags and some weird hovering machines. The memories of one of these creatures told you they were called helicopters. They were used to transports lifeforms and objects to and fro through the air. But you had to know how to fly them and you were well above their weight limit being double their size.
Oh well, maybe they had larger ones you could attempt to use? That is for the future. Right now, you wanted to explore more of this outside. Propelling yourself forward you wander about. Eating the new creatures, you came upon with your newfound freedom. None tasting as good as the human fleshbags you had feasted upon previously. You craved them like a drug. At this point you needed them to scratch an itch you didn’t know you had but damn did they soothe it. Their mouth feel and flavor was second to none. Crunchy, metallic, smooth with a subtle sweetness that made your mass shudder and pool juicy, wet fluids beneath you in excitement. You needed more and you would have more.
Fin
