the biggest problem with making a new armour for jackdaw is that I feel like whatever I come up with is just not cool enough for her. she has way more style than anything I can conceive
guhhhhhh so much going on so little time, anyway, MORE EVIL PLEASE ENJOY
DCFPU prompt used: Oil Rig
Word Count: 1664
Content Warning: blood, death, canon typical violence, non-graphic depictions of gore
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You strain your ears for any noise in the hall outside. The alarm stopped blaring ages ago, after that thing went through and destroyed the speakers one by one. The flash of the red light underneath the crack of the door is still present, however. Not that it mattered. No one was coming for you. Any of you.
Anyone that was left, that is.
The oil rig groans and creaks all around you, only a matter of time before at least some part of it slips into the ocean completely. You don't know which is the better end, drowning or—
Footsteps bang down the hall outside, only to be cut short by a sudden scream. There's a muted choking sound, followed by gurgling that makes your skin crawl. You hold your breath, waiting.
From what you understand, it hunts based on sound and sight alone. You'll hope you're right with that mindset.
After a moment, you hear scratching and sliding as the creature moves back down the hallway, away from you.
You still wait several more seconds before taking a deep breath.
You take it back, drowning is far better than whatever that was.
It had been a normal work day, clear skies, everyone was in good spirits. Maybe a storm on the horizon but otherwise good.
Until the supplies ship blew up.
You'd been in the surveying area of the oil rig, shaken by the sudden blast. The rig began to tip, tip, tip, but otherwise everyone seemed okay. But then screams rang out on the topside below, and one glance down, only to see some sort of monster. Ripping your fellow crew members in half one by one, people fleeing left and right or slipping and falling into the waters below.
It was horrifying, and it took everything in you to calm down and listen to what your boss had to say.
Only for the creature to come bursting through the window, shattering the glass and breaking your boss' neck in an instant.
You fled, what else were you supposed to do? The guilt of leaving your fellow crewmates behind would haunt you for as long as you were still breathing but it wasn't like that would be for much longer.
Your entire body aches, you've been in the semi-same position for at least a day now. Only slumping down in the furthest corner of the room to sleep when you were too exhausted. Even that rest had been pathetic at best.
You'd made it back to the crew quarters, not your own but someone's space at one point. Someone who was a snacker, which you'll always be incredibly grateful for. But snacking on saltines and cheese puffs wasn't sustainable for the rest of the foreseeable future.
You don't know why the sea monster is still hanging around, pretty much everyone is dead. Your best guess is that it had intent, in that it wanted each and every one of you dead and gone. And based on how it had gotten quieter and quieter since you first holed up in here, you'd argue it's accomplishing that goal.
There's a sound at the end of the hall. You strain to make it out. Once you realize it's calculated, rhythmic, you feel your heart leap to your throat. It's searching again. Shit.
You thought since it just killed someone down this way you'd be fine, but you were obviously very wrong.
As silently as possible you move to the corner you hid in last time, hoping this will work again. You once again hold your breath, and wait.
The creature gets closer and closer, pausing at every room to search it properly. The door to the room you're in is locked, keyed, thankfully. You think it's more than intelligent enough to unlock doors. However, the gap is large enough for it to slide several long tentacles underneath and search about the room.
And just like last time, it's almost able to reach your hiding spot in the small space.
Almost.
The end of a tentacle swipes by the chair leg and you bite your cheek. It retreats, along with the rest and you relax slightly. After a little more time, you sigh. Guess you get to live another hour.
There's suddenly a banging back down the hall coming towards you, and the door creaks on its hinges as it's ripped open. You can't even scream, a tentacle wrapping around your ankle and yanking you out into the hall.
You wheeze as you lie there, your back having hit the steel floor on the way out. Your stare is locked on the ceiling, red light still glowing, not even having the energy to turn your head and face your soon-to-be-killer.
It leers over you then, and you get your first real look at this thing.
Two heads, attached to two separate torsos, joined literally at the hip. It looks... wrong, features melted together where they join. Covered in scars, and entirely different coloring for both bodies. One yellow and orange, one blue and white.
They stare down at you, then to each other, muttering and chirping with no way for you to understand. The two halves seem to be bickering, though about what you aren't entirely sure. They must come to an agreement however, as you go from looking up to them to just the ceiling as they drag you down the hall.
Given that from what you could tell all your friends were killed near instantly, being kept alive confuses you immensely. You don't know what purpose it could serve, everyone else had to be gone by now, maybe they just wanted to savor this.
You hear a loud bang, then a scream. You lift your head enough to see another crew member being lifted by the throat, tentacles sliding across their face then into their mouth, nose, and—
You drop your head down, you don't need to see that. You can't do anything to stop yourself from hearing it though.
You hear a thud, then are back to being dragged. It's not the worst thing in the world, until you feel your back slide over another body. That makes your stomach crawl.
You feel the ground shift so that you're at a slight decline, heading towards the edge of the rig that's fallen in the water. You find out why soon enough.
You're set up against the wall, and looking to your right you see dark, glistening water lapping at the edge of the sunken in floor. Oil, you quickly realize.
The sea creature, with its two separate halves, looks down at you. The yellow half glares, seeming to try and kill you with its gaze. The blue half has a wicked grin, sharp, bloody teeth on display. You swallow.
Without any hint of warning, you're snatched up, lifted by your ankle in the air. Hanging upside down, you're held above the oil. You writhe and thrash but it's no use, their grip is like iron. You can't see, shirt having fallen over your face.
You're blinded by a red light after a moment. The creatures lift your shirt up, staring down at you with interest. One tentacle is lifted and moves towards you, to which you instantly flinch and close your eyes.
Nothing happens, and you hear a sound akin to snickering. Peeking an eye open, you find both sides of the monster are laughing at you. You can only watch wide eyed as you're booped on the nose, with the creature chittering to itself. Both the yellow and blue side nod to each other, and you're suddenly plunging into the oil below.
It's brief, a few seconds at most, but when you come up you're gasping for air. Oil is slick against your skin and in your mouth, suffocating you. It takes several coughs and hacks to be able to get a breath. The taste is horrid, the smell putrid.
Dizzy, you barely register going under again, and again, and again. During one drop, your head bangs against the remains of the metal floor hidden beneath the dark liquid. The loud clang resonates throughout the space and your skull.
At this, the creature immediately halts, shifting to hold you now upright by your shoulders. Chatter and cooing that means nothing to you. Your head droops forward, trying to comprehend how you're even alive in this moment. It's lifted by a hand now, two actually, one from each half.
Your head clears just enough to think. And what you think, is that this creature has no plans of letting you go—or letting you die—anytime soon. Your arms hang by your sides, and limply, your fingers brush against something hiding in your pants pocket. Something that, given your line of work, should maybe have been banned to have on the rig, but your boss was a heavier smoker than you.
It's a long shot, given it's probably soaked through with oil, but you're desperate. Anything for the sweet release a quick death will grant you. Besides, you might be able to give the monster in front of you exactly what it wanted. A completely destroyed oil rig with no hope of ever recovering, and an entirely dead crew to go along with it.
It just comes at the cost of its life too.
Your fingers brush again against your lighter, this time finding purchase. You tug it out of your pocket as discreetly as you can, and shakily fumble for the switch. Your fingers slip and slide and you fear dropping it at one point.
The yellow half seems to notice the change of emotion on your face, your concentration. But by the time it glimpses down it's too late. By mercy or by mortal peril, your finger finds purchase, and the lighter sparks to life.
The last thing you hear is otherworldly screeching, and the last thing you feel is the insurmountable pain of burning alive, and then nothing.
Nothing at all.
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