#monochromia

[przemyslawszawlowskiblog]

Przemysław Szawłowski

Lublin

[writeanapocalae]

Another weird LP of a random horror game. Gonna put a sound warning on this one and also a warning that I was not good at the game. 

[sowhat-hiro]

fukui,japan

[loki-fanfic-whore]

Monochromia ch.2

Warnings- suggested cannibalism, blood, bad grammar

@drakesfiance

Chapter 2 Black

Loki took a step forward towards me and I felt my heart race to my throat.

Yes. Please. Let me destroy you. I wish nothing more than to suck the green life from your beautiful veins.

My stomach knotted up at the thought of delicious green. It had been seven long years since I had a taste, and nothing truly tasted as sweet or delicate as green did. I decided to show myself to help my odds.

I stood and approached him. In the day time I looked like a twelve year old girl, within that cute guise was a ruthless monster who devoured flesh and bones simply because they tasted the best. It's true I had tried to feed on inanimate objects to see if I could gain colors in a less conventional and albeit a veganism approach. No such luck. I grew sick and feverish from the vile objects. I needed the living to satiate myself.

Loki stopped and straighten up for a moment.

"So it is true." He whispered as he stared right at me in a fascinated way. I used the back of my hand to wipe the smeared blood away and spit a tuft of rabbit fur stuck to my lip off.

I inched forward, my stomach physically cramping in hunger and my mouth watering.

"You smell...wonderful." I mumbled softly. I was almost close enough to sink my teeth into him. I was going to tear him to shreds.

"Tell me...what color am I to you?" He asked gently still looking inquisitively at me. I stopped mid-gate. No one knew of my condition, the townsfolk assumed me to be a deranged killer or ghostly nightmare.

"You are green...I haven't tasted green in seven years."

He shrugged and smirked.

"You are the first time I have encountered this color." He spoke nonchalantly.

"And what color is that?" I couldn't help myself. I had never thought that I, the monster, had a color.

"Your color is black. You truly are a monster, but I am too. We suffer from a condition called Monochromia. A disease where the eye cannot filter any colors other than grey. I however do not have to taste flesh to get colors such as you do. I am more fortunate...I dream in color." His diatribe left me speechless.

What was it like? To dream in color? I felt green with envy. I wanted nothing more than to see colors. I hated what I was, a sad excuse of a creature who preyed on the unwilling and devoured them. I sighed and took a step back doubling over in pain. The hunger pains were becoming too strong. Memories of that night seven years ago flooded back.

"Go away Loki. Please...I'm trying to be good, but I'm so hungry and you smell so damn good." I snarled at him backing away. My eyes watering from the sheer willpower to keep a distance.

"Bite me." Was all he said. My eyes widdened as I stood up, my razor blade fangs showing.

"Surely you dont mean that."

"I assure you. I mean every word."

[ultraxviolcnt-blog]

RESULTS

Battery City is the great metropolis at the center of the wasteland. It is a utopia of peace and conformity. (Supposedly so.) There is no danger, but there is no excitement. The city is located in Old California and appears to border the pacific ocean due to a news cast present on the Better Living Industries (BL/ind) website. It can also be speculated that while Battery City itself is a vast cityscape several kilometers in diameter, the surrounding zones are progressively more and more desolate. The ruins of significant old buildings do not feature at considerable length so the exact location of the city cannot currently be pinpointed. But I'm getting close. Madame Director is the head of state it seems. She's guarded heavily by security, so execution will be difficult. However obtaining stronghold weapons is not, and one of those could easily eliminate her and hundreds of Draculoids. Droids can be dismantled easily. Citizens can be brainwashed into suicide. Juvie Halls and Killjoys should be eradicated by brute force. To finish it off, reconstruction of a nuclear bomb. It's Time.

[coffeenuts]

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[loki-fanfic-whore]

Monochromia ch.1

Warnings: Yo! This is a raw, and really fucked up piece. It has gore, blood, suggestive language, triggering phrases, pain, suffering,self hate, possible sexual situations, possible noncon, homicidal tendencies, cannibalism, self harm tendencies, and bad grammar.

You have been warned!

@drakesfiance

Chapter 1 Green

The sickening snap filled the quiet air as I twisted the rabbits neck. I was feral with hunger at this point and it was either snap a rabbit's neck or a human's. I bit into the soft flesh and tasted the sweet meaty color.

White. Pink. Red.

My eyes were black with white irises. My teeth when I was rabid were jagged blade like fangs. And my body was frail and thin. Guant and emaciated due to my refusing to feed.

I am a monster, and I hate myself for it.

Dusk cast hazy shadows along the snow as my head snapped up, my hearing picking up foot steps close by.

I sprinted towards safety, the limp soft body of the rabbit still flopping about in my mouth. I hated what I had become.

Have you ever realized how lucky you are? The words blue, green, red, and yellow elicit different images for you. Beautiful skies, daffodils, strawberries, the list goes on...but me?

I am a monster...I suffer from what is called Monochromia. I cannot see any color. Strawberries are the same shade of grey as the sky. Blood the same hue as bone.

...but...

I'm a monster because I can't see colors....

I can taste them.

Seven years ago, I felt normal. I felt like I had a routine...you see I would starve myself...not in a "I wanted to be thinner" kind of way, but in a "whenever I'm hungry someone dies" kind of way... every night when the hunger pains would hit I would ensure everyone's safety by locking myself away....this had worked for years. I sustained myself on small rations of animals. All different colors flooded my system, and kept me half full for a few weeks.

This system worked until someone became too curious.

He had acted on a dare to see if the house I stayed in was truly haunted... he made the mistake of opening my door just as the hunger pains hit.

He tasted like the most exquisite shade of green.

Now, seven years after that incident. I'm on the run, being hunted and frankly...I'm Starving...

Slamming the door shut in the empty abandoned house. I sank down to the ground and began consuming the rabbit with a hunger that hurt me.

I was lucky this time...previously I had had no such luck...seven years ago was when my luck had run out.

"Come on Daniel do it! Go inside and get a souvenir!" The young girls were taunting that boy again. He couldn't have been no older than seventeen and yet he accepted their dare.

The sun had gone down and my hunger pains were insatiable. I had locked myself away strapping my delicate body down. I could smell him as he approached my house. Green....he smelled like green. Refreshing, mouth watering green.

I could feel my body twisting and shifting. The monster was waking up and was in a frenzy for food.

"H-Hello?" I heard his voice and hissed. He couldn't come in. Surely he understood the rumors.

A monster lived here....I lived here.

"Please...I just need to take a photo to prove no one is here!" He laughed nervously and my stomach rumbled...yes...green...delicious juicy green.

I heard the door knob click as it twisted.

Yes. Yes. Yes. I need this. I need you to let me devour you.

The door swung open and the boy stepped in and gasped.

"Jesus christ let me help you!" He stumbled over and began untying me.

Yes. Perfect. I needed to feel your flesh sliding down my throat.

I wanted to taste green.

As soon as my hands were free I sat up and grabbed him by his throat, my thumbs pressing into his delicate skin.

"Please-" he gasped but it was too late. I crushed his windpipe and bit into his throat. The taste made my eyes roll back into my skull.

Perfectly delicious green.

They came looking for him...and I ate every last one. Purple, blue, red...I ate them all and they were good. Mouth wateringly so.

Now it's been almost seven years and since the disappearances the townspeople burned my home down. To 'rid them of the monster', little did they know they just pushed me further into their homes. I would switch between several different abandoned properties just to stay under the radar.

"Hello?" A males deep voice rang out and I froze, my mouth full of the delectable white and red...but I smelled him. It had been years but I could smell it.

Green.

"My name is Loki, I was told their is a viscous beast here. I wanted to see for myself. Anyone here to meet me?"

Yes. I am here. And I want to devour you whole.

[loki-fanfic-whore]

Monochromia ch.3 Final

Warnings: sad situations, death, blood, adult situations, possible triggers

(I do not own the rights to the ending speech. It's from a song called Dreams by nuages. It was also slightly adapted for the situation.)

@drakesfiance

Chapter 3 Blue

I approached him at this point, I knew this was a trick, a trap but my stomach hurt so badly and I could practically taste him.

He stood smirking holding his hands out and I lunged. I lunged and went through him, I hit the ground hard and snarled in pain. Then everything became hazy. I assume from the splitting fucking headache I occurred I was beaten over the head with something. I felt my body go limp as warmth dripped down my neck and across my face, matting my hair.

“Shhhh, don’t fight me… I am trying to help you.” Loki was whispering to me, but I closed my eyes and curled up. A whimper escaping me as my stomach rolled within me out of hunger. I could hear him tsking at me. I felt my body leave the ground as he picked me up and carried me out of the dilapidated building. I was speckled with blood and my hair hung in bloody clumps around my face. I could faintly hear jeers and insults being hurled at me. I couldn’t care less. Perhaps he would kill me, I am sure of it now. The towns people have paid this man to trick me and kill me as retribution for all of my sins. I watched with dazed eyes as he carried me to a spike within the towns center. I was hoisted up and tied to the spike rope covering most of my fragile body. I felt a sob escape me as realization set in. I would die today. I watched as a crowd formed around me and a man who was shaking angrily came forward with a torch. I could see hay and tar at my feet, and I knew the smell of the oil they used to coat the spike I was tied to. At least I would die quickly.

“Seven years ago witch…Seven years ago you killed my boy. You a-ate him as if you didn’t care he was living breathing being.” The man with the torch boomed angrily, but I could hear the trembling undertone in his voice. They were scared of me. Scared of a welp of a monster.

“Over the course of seven years you have ended many lives. Women, men, children, you didn’t care because you are an absolute demon! A beldam from the depths of hell! You deserve to burn for all eternity for what you have done! What say you witch?”  I watched as the entire town became quiet to hear what I had to say. I licked my lips and tasted my own color. Bitter blackness filled my senses. I opened my mouth to speak, my voice hoarse but loud enough for all to hear. I watched as even Loki stood shocked watching my every word.

“Lets suppose every night you were able to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and naturally you would go on this adventure of dreams and fulfill all of your wishes, embarking on every fantasy, and after several nights you would say something along the lines of ‘wow that was great…but now let’s have a surprise lets have a dream which isn’t in my control. Something is going to happen to me and I won’t know what it’ll be.’ And you would become more and more adventurous and make further and further gambles as to what you would dream…finally you would dream where you are now.” I paused and made eye contact with the hushed crowd, a cough echoed through the silence before I took another breath and continued.

“If you awake from this illusion and you understand black implies white; self implies other; life implies death. you can feel yourself not as a stranger, not as something here on speculation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, and you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental what you are basically deep down is simply the fabric and structure of dreams themselves…me? I only wish to dream in color…”

I had finished explaining that I knew my death was inevitable and that I wasnt scared of the coming flames, but I also wanted to show them that I was not a monster, that I was capable of emotions and thoughts. The man grit his teeth and lit the flame. My answer not acceptable for him. The crowd watched in horror as flames erupted up my body. I held my breath as my heart raced into my throat. Closing my eyes as the immense pain began to settle within my bones and the smell of charred flesh and boiling blood filled my lungs. When I closed my eyes I saw beautiful blue eyes on the brink of tears staring back at me. Even in all of the pain and agony I felt a smile eclipsed my lips as a tear slipped down my cheek to evaporate in the flames. This was it, what I had longed for.  White, red, pink, orange, blue, yellow. A plethora of colors burst into my vision as a small laughing sob wracked my chest and escaped me. I knew it was another of his tricks, but in that moment...in my last moment...I experienced life without Monochromia, and without having to be a monster.