Room 106: Husband Mike

From Create Your Own Story

Revision as of 06:00, 24 July 2015 by Jacobladder (Talk | contribs)
(diff) ←Older revision | view current revision (diff) | Newer revision→ (diff)

The room waits quite and still listening to the beating of the hearts within it. Its been a long time since you were taken off of the maintenance list, but you knew the manager couldn't refuse to rent you forever. The father stirs from his sleep you quieten your shadows retreat let him feel at easy. He like all his fleshy kind must release waste and off he goes to do so in your water room. He stands over the stone altar of waste and gives freely with a sigh, pathetic you think like this meager offering would slate your hunger. It has been over a year since the manager stopped the offerings from coming and it will take much more than golden water to slate you. You reach out with your power and the door vanishes sealing him in, no sound will escape to warn the others for this is your time now. You call out to the parasites that infest this land come to me my children it is time to play. They hear and obey scuttling through the walls and across the floors and ceilings they come by the hundreds by the thousands. The prey hears the sound like a soft roar as you drain the stone altar for your friends. They rise out of the now drained altar swarming flowing like a tide into the confines of the water room, the prey screams. They always scream there is something primal about a horde of arachnid life swarming across the land toward you, a fear born long ago from some forgotten age. He screams and screams but only I hear, they will not kill him not yet but the shell he wears must go, and the so do love to eat. They swarm across him as he fights futile like one could ever defeat thousands, and the begin to eat. Its quicker than you imagined to strip him of his shell and now all that warm pink flesh is laid bare with no cloth or fiber to protect it. You call your children and the flow away like water. He lay their naked and afraid on my cold tile floor. No to play:

Personal tools