TW gore, body horror, unsettling imagery, general weirdcore things, scopophobia?
Welcome to day 17 of Stevetember: whisper! I decided to write a lil about my TR Weirdcore au!
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"O-oh-? Is this...uh..your uncle?" Sabre looked up at M. The glow of his TV made odd highlights on M's petals and leaves. He shrugged, but stepped past the blood, kneeling beside the robot-that-wasn't-a-robot.
The eye blinked a few times, staring at M's three-eyed roses. Trying to make sense of what was happening. After a long moment of staring, "Prof. Red" wrapped his rusted arms around his nephew. M embraced him, turning his flowers towards his long-lost uncle, practically wrapping him in thorny vines that scratched his metal skin. Prof. Red paid no mind to it.
M paid no mind to the blood and oil that now coated his pants and much of his hands. This *was* him, it had to be! He thought he'd never see his beloved uncle again, much less with the world in such a state as it is now.
"Aww!" Sabre shook as much of the oil and blood off his hands, using the discarded TV to stand up. Shadow stood by the door, looking around the rest of the hallway. He could feel...something, someone else here..He wasn't sure, though.
Their bodies all behaved strangely, from what he'd seen. Sabre and that robot both had some kind of machine screen for a head, M and his uncle seemed to have eye related heads...What was he, then..? Trying to touch his face just felt like sticking his hand in a cloud of dense, chilling fog. Did he even have a face anymore...?
That question was cut short by the scratching of metal, and an all-too-familiar high-pitched voice. "OI! Who's down here?!"
"Wh-wha-" Shadow ran inside the room, trying to cover Sabre's mouth. M and the professor went still. "Shh..hide.." He and Sabre knelt down, hiding behind the workstation. M grabbed the TV, which Prof. Red covered himself with again. "Assistant" went still, as M cowered behind the worktable.
A figure with a melting rainbow spiral for a head stomped into the room. The piercing eye glared at the damaged robot. The visitors hid in terrified silence, still as statues. Twisted's gaze surveyed the room, seeing the oil everywhere.
"UGH! Must've sprung a damned LEAK or some shit! Stupid good-for-nothing machine..!" A "tentacle" of his flung a rainbow-toned spike of...something.. at the wall. It lodged itself right in the messily spelled out words of blood. He huffs, before stomping into the next room.
"They might be back up top...this godforsaken dimension is so fucked up...Can't believe this place just keeps chAnging-!"
His voice echos off the rusted, moldy walls of the core's hallways, making an uncomfortable cacophony. Sabre grabs at his head, his screen flickering over and over.
"...You okay..?" Shadow barely dares to whisper, terrified of what Twisted could do to them. Sabre claws at his nonexistent face. Shadow grabs his hand, Sabre freezes.
His screen keeps flickering.
...
It's not just flickering to the eye-static screen.
It's showing images of...Sabre's natural body..his square, normal, body.
In places that he shouldn't be.
...
His body is still and limp.
It flickers to him being crucified on a rotting wooden cross. A magenta light surrounds him in a dark church.
It flickers to a massive rose bush, the thorns entangling the "camera." Sabre stares at it, engulfed in moonlight in a blocky forest.
The real forest. The one without eyes and rubber grass and flesh trees...
It flickers to an empty playground. He's slumped over on a swing. A massive clock overhangs the entire foggy playground.
The ticking heard up close, like in the back of Shadow's mind..
It keeps switching. Shadow gently but firmly smacks Sabre on the back. He coughs, the screen turning to rainbow static before shaking his head. It returns to normal. His breathing is heavy and labored.
"S-Sabre-?"
"I..I'm fi-fine...we need to-to get outta here-!" Sabre pushes himself up, his glow a bit dimmer. Shadow holds onto him, trying to keep him from falling. M and "Assistant" are already standing. Shadow looks to M. He nods.
"Okay..Let's be quick about this then..." M is the first one to check if Twisted was out there. No sign of him, but there were more rainbow spikes lodged in the walls...They looked glossy, like...candy..M quickly nodded, moving toward the elevator. Can't think about food, not when you don't even have a mouth...The four are hasty in getting to their destination, wasting no time in opening the elevator and getting upstairs.
Sabre is still shaking, leaning against the vibrating walls of the elevator, which doesn't help at all. Shadow stays next to him, watching. He's not sure what just happened, but he'll do anything to prevent it from happening again. His mind still keeps flashing back to their fight, the neon green almost consuming his thoughts. The elevator creaks open again, the outside air uncomfortably humid and warm.
"Ughh..." Sabre says almost sickly, as he catches sight of the circle of eyes in the sky. He quickly stares at the ground. "Let's just...get you back to the forest.." M leads the way, holding Assistant's hand. Shadow holds Sabre's, keeping him focused on the floor rather than the dizzying patterns in the sky.
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Also! Here's Twisted's design, since I've not yet drawn him: