So after having Peckii designed in my head for so long I decided to finally write a little short story for her. Peckii is my Cursed Frame, which is a concept my dear friend @derp-acolyte came up with. I honestly don’t feel like I gave my own monster Saryn justice, but I tried my best. There is a bit of a gore as well as some sexual matter, though I didn’t get too descriptive. None the less figured I should give some warning.
When the alarms were triggered all of the crew had been informed that it was just a Tenno, that all the proxies would take care of it for them. When the thing made it into the main area of the ship and Deri laid his eyes on it for the first time he knew immediately it wasn’t a Tenno. Though it had the shape of a Saryn Prime warframe, he knew none looked like it did. It was something else. When its mouth opened his suspicions were confirmed all too late as its teeth sank into the head of Kota, their supervisor. From there the slaughter went unconstrained and Deri ran for his life.
Deri ran as fast as he could, hoping to leave behind the screams of his fellow Crewman behind. When Frohd Bek had gotten him put on this transport ship the Corpus Crewman had not expected to be sent to his death. His mind was running rampant as flashes of the mangled bodies of the rest of the crew danced in front of his eyes. It made him run faster.
His legs were growing weak from all the running. How big was this ship? Was there anywhere he could run to to actually escape the screams? It seemed the answer was no as more screams echoed off the metallic walls to reach him. These were the screams of men trying to cling to life as death mercilessly snuffed them out. Those were the screams of the crew he had just gotten to know, and know they were all dying or dead.
The cargo bay doors opened with a hiss and Deri scrambled inside. It was dark and silent. There were no screams so the terrified Crewman let his legs finally give out as he scrambled behind some ammo drums and supply crates. He hid as he tried to shut out the images and screams that so cruelly had been burned into his mind. Here he hoped he would be able to survive the thing that had found its way onto the ship.
The hope of survival was swiftly extinguished when he heard the doors open, their hiss now more ominous in the silence. He then heard the sound of heels clicking against the floor, joined by the sound of something wet dripping. How badly he hoped it was just Zeta, one of the other new Crewman who seemed to love to play pranks, but even he knew that was impossible. He had seen Zeta split down the middle by that thing’s weapon.
“Little Crewman, little Crewman,” it spoke with a voice soft like silk but mixed with the sound of metal grinding against metal, “please come out. I’m hungry.”
Deri clutched the handle of his Prova as if the weapon would actually protect him. It was a safety net of sorts, but even his safety net was full of many large holes. The holes only got bigger as the sound of crates being moved got closer and closer. When the supply crate before him was pushed to the side the instinct to fight back triggered and with all the strength he could muster he swung his Prova at the creature disguised as a warframe.
THe last embers of hope went out as the thing looked at him, the blank red faceplate inches from his own helmet as one of its long tendrils gripped his Prova. Its clean white form was splotched with blood and other viscera from his fallen companions. It let out a hiss as a red mist escaped from its mouth. Fear turned his blood to ice in his veins as it seemed to smile.
“I’m sure you would look so much more yummy without this helmet on.”
Deri barely had time to register what it had said before its clawed fingers sank into his helmet, splitting it in two before it was ripped from his suit. Now he was face to face with it, the stench of death was the only smell in the air. It pressed up against him, rubbing its plump feminine form against him as its long tendrils began to coil around his limbs and throat. The thing let out another hiss that almost sounded like a purr. Was he hearing things? Was this thing enjoying itself?
“You Corpus have gotten me so excited by the way you just throw yourselves at me, like lambs to the slaughter!” She came closer to his face as three tongues extended from her mouth to grace his skin. Deri was so scared he wasn’t even sure if he had pissed himself yet, but if he hadn’t then surely he had now. “And you, the taste of fear that clings to your skin is so wonderful. I’m sure you will taste absolutely exquisite!”
This illusion of arousal or whatever it was that this thing was giving off was quickly shattered as it let out a vicious roar, its mouth opening wide to show Deri all of its teeth. That was the last thing he saw as his final breaths were used to scream. All went dark after those teeth sank into his flesh. Death came quickly for the young Corpus, so the pain didn’t have a chance to take hold.
I was going to follow the original patterns for Frost but then I remembered for story/fic purposes this Frost has a somewhat, very custom pattern job(still tweaking) for reasons. Also because I don’t feel like logging back on and taking better pics of my Frost.
