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Posted by WritingThot - September 2nd, 2023


[There will be both a link to the Gdoc of the story, and it will also be posted in full below. So which ever is easier to read^~^]


Exquisite Corpse, Girl


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Somewhere beneath the shuffling feet of dementia riddled gods, hidden in the shadow of a hollowed out sun, and peering over the edge of oblivion is a graveyard. The land has been fertilized in oceans of blood, and decorated with the desecrated bodies of civilization.


It’s here where you’ll find me, both master and slave to my own domain, aiding in the bizarre and the weird in their unholy rituals...


It was hard for me to be surprised. When something crossed the barrier of my graveyard, I slowly slid back into my body. Consceness was syrupy. I blinked away the crust from my eyes, regretting that I’d slept for so long. The dead god’s dreams were nearly lucid nowadays. Made it easy to get turned around in the void.


Darkness retreated to the far corners of my room as I sat up in bed, quivering and whimpering like a scalded dog. I peeled back damp covers from a body sticky with sweat, remains from the last two weeks of slumber. I couldn’t help chuckling at the bloody irony of it.


“Weeell…. guess it’s to be expected.” I glanced at the shimmering dream catcher hovering by my headboard, looking like a fairy made of stair dust. The glyph at the center of three translucent rings had gone a deep, inky black. 


“Filters shoot to shit, man… guess I better give the Pelvic Farm a call.”


My bare feet had no more touched carpet when the door to my chamber door flew open.


“MASTER!” Obsidian brick walls echoed with the voice of my assistant.


Shoulda stitched every every hole on his face… nah, fuckers carpal tunnel would rule out sign language .


My chamber door smashed open, aged oak splintering. The stout little man in the doorway was momentarily framed in a backdrop to oblivion. As my consciousness expanded, the outside world was brought to life in sweeping brushstrokes of reality.


A long, black corridor bled into reality. Mortis X was dressed in a moldy, moth eaten set of robes. While the skin on his exposed arms had the complexion of a gas station ashtray, his bald head was a roadmap of mutilation. A topography of tortured flesh and scar tissue, no lips and two holes where his nose used to be. The only thing I’d left him were two sewn eyelids.


“Master! Wake uuuup! The Night Mavens are coming!”


I glared at him. Even blinded, my assistant shuttered and stumbled back outside the threshold of my chamber.


“F-Forgiveness, Master, but they’re crossing the Fields of Desecration now. Only a matter of minutes before they’re knocking at the temple.”


I sighed. “Always something… least the Night Mavens always promise to be entertaining. Did the underlings keep the temple well in my absence?”


“Er… well enough. They work in the darkness fine, but Master…” Mortis nervously tapped his frayed fingertips together. “The world’s Iteration flickered. Some underlings fell through…”


“Able to fish any out?”


“Some… but others were lost to the tides of oblivion…”


Standing, I beckoned towards the shadows. They flew from the corner and slid snuggly onto my body, grafting itself to me like a second skin. Darkness shrouded me like an ethereal cloak as I pulled it close. The chill I felt was bracing.


“As long as there’s enough to chase away the dust devils and bacteria banshees, I’ll tend to them later.” I walked as I talked, Mortis scurrying in my wake as I marched out my chambers. “For right now, prepare a grave plot. The Mavens move with urgency.”


“Yes, Master!”


With that Mortis hurried off. Figuring I should welcome my guests to Sacrament Grove, I made my way to the heart of the temple. Endless hallways of polished obsidian passed in my peripheral. It would be easy for anyone to get lost, but nearly a month marinating in the dreams of the Dead God had left my mind painfully lucid. My consciousness expanded and swelled. I visualized the temple’s ever changing network as easily as an MRI scans a brain tumor.


I made it to the nave just as the first few booming knocks sounded at the temple’s entrance, the tall oak doors rattled on their hinges. Some sinew seekers stirred from their roosts. They wouldn’t leave the temple’s high, vaulted ceiling with me awake though.


Motioning with my hand, tendrils of inky black rising up and lashing themself to the door. A simple gesture wrenched them both open. A dozen or more women, all shrouded in the black cloaks, stood hunched at my doorstep. They were like a funeral parade of widowers.


I only knew they were women from our previous dealings. The Night Mavens were a rising coven of witches, garnering notoriety in the past from some of their deals with pit demons and ash devils in the higher wheels of the cosmos. I’d never mind lending them a hand in the past, but it seems their new Head Mother has set their ambitions on a higher power… I should say lower.


The Night Mavens filled into my house of sacrament, led by a figure who stood apart from their rank. I assumed this to be the High Mother. Both times I’d met with the Night Mavens, their leader had fit one of two molds -either decrypt hags with dust in their veins or pale skinned godivas sculpted into a fleshy visage of a fertility goddess.


While I’d have fun with either, I was pleased to see this new Night Mother matched the last one.


The doors slammed shut behind them. Hooded heads glanced at one another, uneasy and afraid. That was good. Fear meant I didn’t have to worry about a henchwoman trying something stupid.


*clack*


*clack*


*clack*


The dagger tipped heels of her boots clicked as the Night Mother strolled forward, the only one not hiding beneath a cloak. Her body was a mountain range, the peaks and valleys of her curves accentuated by black lace and shiny latex. The low cut V of her bodice revealed a meaty chasm of cleavage. Pale flesh wobbled with every step.


As a connoisseur of flesh… I had to give my stamp of approval.


Her face was handsome. She had the sharp, chiseled features of a valkyrie. Full, plump lips parted slightly into a gasp as my awareness rolled over her. Her eyes fluttered beneath the silk blindfold. It was the only reason she hadn’t gone mad through the Fields of Desecration. Platinum blonde hair fell neatly to her bare, sleeveless shoulders. Looked as if she had it cut with a precision blade.


The Night Mother said nothing, standing before me with her posture stiff and her chin tilted high. She looked like a gothic diva waiting to have her portrait taken.


A minute passed in silence. I watched her, bemused. It was a custom that visitors to Sacrament waited until spoken to. I only enforced to make sure my guests were actually willing to follow my directions. Despite the new Night Mother’s pomp and flair, I could sense she would wait until her coven waisted and her beaty wilted. There was hope yet she wouldn’t die in the ritual.


“You can take the blindfold off now,” I said at least. “I promise I’m awake.”


Claw-like fingernails tore the silk from her face. Smoke colored eyes glared, trying to bore their way through me. She wasn’t impressed with what she saw. I could tell you that, even if I didn’t read her emotions. My glamor showed different things to different people. Most of the time I aimed to disarm them.


“There was resistance at the barrier, Herald. I thought you said you would be lucid.”


“I’m lucid now.”


“And what would have happened if we’d made our way in while you still slept, hmm?”


“Hehe, are you serious? Figured the Night Mavens weren’t foolish enough to force their way into an Outsider’s realm.”


While the Night Mother’s expression remained, her high cheekbones flushed pink. The other Mavens shuffled. While they would never openly defy their Mother, they’d likely rip the plus-sized witch limb from limb if they thought I’d punish them because of the Night Mother. The thought made me feel a little guilty.


I flashed a smile. “It’s a joke, ladies. Anyways, why don’t you introduce yourself and we can get on with this. You seemed rather… hasty when you performed the Black Rite.”


The Night Mother took a deep breath, bountiful chest swelling until it began to spill slightly from the neck of her bodice. It looked like fresh dough ready for some kneading. She at least seemed sure of herself again.


Fucks sake, did I get lost in a wet dream of something? Need to bury my impulses…


“I am Druscilla, seer and Mother to the Mavens. I have come here for your aid in securing a deal with-”


“AH! Don’t speak an Outsider's name here, girl, you trying to get me in trouble? Just grab your offerings and come with me. My underlings should have a plot already picked out for us. The rest of your sisterhood can wait here.”


I motioned Druscilla to follow as I started to move past them. She had started to put the blindfold back on when I shook my head.


“There’s no need for that now that I’m lucid. Just don’t look too long at the sky.”


There had been countless rituals in the Graveyard of Desecration since I’d taken stewardship of the place. The alters had become like headstones, the twisted and mutilated bodies of previous rituals marked the burial plots of long forgotten gods. I couldn’t even recall their names, and I was the one who buried the shitheads.


The best part of being connected to the realm itself? I was able to ogle Druscilla’s wide hips as they swayed with every step. Perhaps it was unprofessional, but I used my power to peer deeper… through the material of her clothes. Had to admit I was a bit surprised when I noticed the roadmap of tattoos traced along her body.


This was going to be interesting.


The plot Mortis picked was perfect. It sat atop the crest of a hill, overlooking the forest of corpses that filled the Graveyard. The sky above was black and featureless.


Druscilla stepped into the ritual circle. Her eyes remained locked on the weathered, stone cross at its center. A corpse had been crucified to it. The freshest I had, and yet it’s skin had gone sallow and papery.


“Peering through the veil of oblivion is dangerous,” I said, “but I’m not here to entertain cautionary tales or lessons of hubris. You’ll do as I say when I say.”


I didn’t have to be an empath to tell Druscilla wanted to protest. Lush lips tightened and a well plucked eyebrow twitched. Instead of an argument, she gave a determined nod.


Good.


“You know the rites. You know the words that must be spoken. Begin them when you’re ready, and do not stop no matter what. Not until you finish..”


Druscilla lowered her head and spoke the rites. Meanwhile I did my best to prepare myself. I was to be her conduit. A megaphone, projecting her will into the abyss. Whether she had the mental strength to handle what answered back…


Druscilla jumped as I saddled up behind her, but never stumbled on her words. The witch’s pillowy rump pressed against me, stocking a fire in the loins of my body. I quickly cut off sensation to that extremity. Figured Druscilla didn't have an extra distraction poking her in the ass…


Reaching around her, I cupped both hands to Druscilla’s eyes. The witch’s skin was feverish. 


Physical contact opened a bridge of sensation between, allowing my awareness to seep into the Night Mother. I felt every nerve ending. Every cell quivered in my mind’s eye. I could even feel the tightness of that outfit around her well-endowed figure.


Feeling our connection secure, I turned my attention skyward. When I was sure Druscilla said everything she needed… I peeled back the sky.


Druscilla shuddered as an angry flare lit up the Graveyard. The hollow eclipse burned like an angry sun’s anus, a fiery ring that bleached the world in its shadow.


When I removed my hands from her face, a hollow sun burned in both her eyes.


“Don’t look at the sun directly,” I said, a little shaky as I took a step back. “Feedback will split you from crown to cunt.”


Druscilla nodded. Despite the fear causing her milky thunder thighs to tremble, I sensed only steely determination from her thoughts. 


“Hear me,” Druscilla said.


Immediately the corpse twitched and jerked. It looked like a frog on a hot skillet. The body shrugged off its loose bonds, only to create a symphony of snapping bones as its limbs curled back to wrap around the stone. The corpse yawned. It’s mouth stretched into an unending cavern of rot and decay.


Druscilla didn’t blink. “I’ve come for knowledge. The power to see. The understanding to lead.”


Not even I understood the dead god when it spoke back. Perhaps it was a cosmic pecking order trying to teach me my place. I suspected it was the dead fuckers way of trying to cockblock me with the most divine witch I’d ever seen. For a while I simply watched… observed.


Even if I didn’t understand the dead god, I felt his knowledge burning ditches through the witches brain. Not necessarily a bad thing. Learning higher insights came with higher risks. And Druscilla was seeing that first hand.


Tears streamed from Druscilla’s glowing eyes. Her bosom heaved with each ragged breath, and her knees threatened to buckle. Still she endured. After a minute, symbols began to burn beneath her clothes.


Before my eyes, Druscilla was wreathed in molted ivy. The glyphs tattooed into her skin blazed with power of understanding. So it was a safeguard, a way to siphon too much energy. Clever girl.


The witch’s stylish outfit didn’t last much longer. Smoke curled as the soft fabric burned away into nothing. I’ll admit I didn’t quite look respectfully. I’d dealt with a number of prime subjects in my time, but dear Druscilla just about took the cake. Healthy and ripe… and now forged anew by a deeper understanding of the cosmos.


I wasn’t sure when the change had happened. Maybe that’s why I got a quick thrill when Druscilla looked at me. 


Pale skin shimmered like starshine, the tattoos now a winding constellation of power. It looped around each melon sized breast before curling down hips and dipping between her thighs. An ethereal cloud of silver hair flowed down her back, caught in an unending breeze. Iris crowded Druscilla sockets. Hundreds of eyes stared at me through the beautiful mask of a woman before she blinked, her gaze returning to normal.


“W-what happened?” Her voice quavered. Though her sanity was indeed still intact, it hadn’t come through intirelly unscathed. But that was a fence that could easily be mended… if she had someone who could instruct her.


“Well, you’re still walking and squawking. I guess it was a success.”


Druscilla looked confused, glanced down at her nude body. There was no shame or self-consciousness in her expression.


“I don’t… why can't I remember what… what they said?”


I chuckled. “Because you’re still mortal. Don’t worry, it took. You wouldn’t be alive if it hadn’t”


Druscilla didn’t say anything for a moment, so I took the time to inspect her more closely. I pressed my awareness against her again, and was surprised when the Night Mother’s body resisted me. It wasn’t much, almost like trying to make the reverse sides of a magnet touch. That fact it was there at all made me excited.


I allowed Druscilla the time to recompose herself. When she did, the witch summoned a robe of liquid rubies. It hugged her obscene body like a wetsuit. A smile tugged at my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was a type of imation or not, but it looked flattering on her nonetheless. 


“I… thank you for your assistance, Herald.” Druscilla gave a shallow bow. “Perhaps… another arrangement can be made.”


A thrill ran through. Despite Druscilla’s stoic and stern demeanor, I saw the thirst for more in her eyes. I’d allow her to go to the edge of oblivion for a peek. And not only did she handle the incomprehensible, she had a taste for it too.


“I’m always open for a dance amongst the headstones, Night Mother. Oh the sights I could show an eager and obedient student looking to comprehend the incomprehensible.”


That stoked Druscilla’s desire. She said nothing as we made our way back to the temple. Didn’t have to. The witch was hooked, and would almost certainly be back.


Maybe I’ve found my next acolyte. It’s been a while since I’ve added one to my collection, and the others have to be getting lonely~


I pushed the pet project from my mind. There would be time for that later, after I made Druscilla the most juiced up Night Mother in the coven’s history. You gotta nurture talent~


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Posted by WritingThot - August 2nd, 2022


Like the title says, I’m gonna be more active here. Currently working on a bunch of adult fiction centered on trans women and futas, and I’ll be posting updates and sneak peeks here. Hope It sounds interesting ^~^


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Posted by WritingThot - November 23rd, 2020


Just want to plug a project I'm working. It started out as an experiment into what I could do with erotica, as well as just a way to have fun. If it's something that might be your cup of tea, maybe check it out :)


Writing forum link:I'd recommend checking out the story thread on the writing forum to get an idea of the story.


Hentai Foundry link: If it is something you'd be into, then here's the Hentai Foundry link for ease of reading.


Also, I'm having a short story giveaway on my twitter account @TwiztidFiction, as well as opening myself up to short story commissions. Maybe give a peek if it's something you're into :)


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Posted by WritingThot - November 10th, 2020


Just a heads up that I'm planning to start posting more writing and fiction soon (Just not as TheInnerScience). However, my content has taken a shift the past year or so. Been experimenting with smut and erotica, and have gotten some positive feedback on it as well as some joy writing. So just a heads that some of the stuff I'll be posting will be NSFW, and labeled with tags of the stories contents.


Might also relabel and rebrand the account entirely. Lewds aren't all I'm working, but even my non-lewd writing is a bit different. Hope you'll give it a chance when I post it! Look at the tags for sneak peeks at what the stories contain!


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Posted by WritingThot - February 7th, 2019


Mwah a haha haha!


Finally I can make a post on my phone. Haven't had access to a computer for a LONG, so I've been kinda sidelined to silence on here.


I might make a more in depth post on what I've been up to and what I have planned -if anyone even remembers me- but for now I just that I'd make a "Hey, not dead" kind of post. Okay, success.


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Posted by WritingThot - December 11th, 2017


For anyone who cares to keep up with me, just thought I'd say that I placed first in the Spooktacular Writing contest during halloween. I know this is late, but hey! I've been dealing with a lot of shit lately. Hopefully these updates witll come more frequently, and you'll be in the know.

 

I'm going to post the story here, but it's going to have to be in parts. Here the thing if you want to read it now: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PoK0zVyv0m9P1icPJsqdURYKwxJloD3eLPEyNrVDEoE/edit?usp=sharing

Also, link to contest winners: https://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/1427755

I'm also working on a litle novela series with the main character of this story. Also working on a patreon, because for kicks. I'm just working a lot.


Posted by WritingThot - September 14th, 2017


I don't want death,

I crave the breath

Of a dawning day.

And yet my

Insecurities are on display.

I think I might die,

And sometime soon.

My depression is in bloom.

 

I see vivid flowers,

All caught in my dreams.

I always leave them in tatters,

Painted in my screams.

 

I don't want to sleep,

Especially for twelves hours.

But against these powers

I find myself

Buried down deep.

I've lost the wealth

That made my character rich.


 

Life's become a ditch,

And now I'm just ignoring

The mediums I find so boring…

Like living and breathing.

 

I’d rather be six feet

Down into the deep REM

Than to face another defeat.

It's all a hole and I'm on the rim

Of some great, inevitable revolution.

Unfortunately, it may mark my conclusion.

 

The words are gone, and so am I.

This year marks the year I die.

 

 

(Just something I did to have some fun with prose. Kinda angsty, I know, but what are you gonna do?)


Posted by WritingThot - July 16th, 2017


So, this is kind of strange. It's been a long a time since I've made a post, so long that I must have slipped into the hazy ether of obscurity. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that even the people who checked in on this old hack have forgotten me. I’ve been passing in and out of my own kind of haze this last year and a half. However, I’d like to think that’s changed with all the work I’ve been putting in as of late.

 

First, let me tell you who I am. My user handle is TheInnerScience (also known as TheFictionAddiction in some other circles), and I am an inspiring online writer. Some of you may have found me through my effort in the Newground’s 20th Anniversary collab -effort being a measly 300 words. For all of you who’ve subscribed to me just for that, you’re far too generous, and I thank you.

 

Now, what I’m doing. For the past six months or so, I’ve been on a hiatus of sorts. Life hit me, and it hit me hard. However, I’m on my feet, though a bit wobbly, and I’m actually getting words down on the page now. I’ve solely been working on two big projects -one a type of fiction mini-series that I’ll post in due time, and the other I won’t even bother going into detail. Also, once I’ve gotten my stride down, I’d like to dabble in short fiction, more things I intend to post.

 

Anyways, that’s all I had to say. To those that actually see this, and read it all the way through, I say thank you. I’m back, more or less.

 


Posted by WritingThot - February 10th, 2016


Just a little something I cooked up to stay productive. Started off as something I didn't have to struggle with so much, then I ending up completeting it. Oh well. It's my first attempt at a satire-ish story, so hopefully I didn't botch it too badly. Feedback is welcome and appreciated.

 Gdoc link for anyone's reading convience: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cXzt1w2WF3maQoaZoZ9eZRVj19K1B71AF59ib6jHgWI/edit?usp=sharing

 


All we wanted was coffee...

 

My dad used to tell me that you can tell a lot about a person from the inside of their car, whether they’re neat and tidy or just a straight up slob. Well, I wonder what cracked leather seats, crumpled up coffee cups, and the stale scent of body odor and deodorant say about three particular young men. Yes, I have the guts to admit that I was one of those young men.

 

Pressing my face to the window, I watched the urban jungle that was -and still is- Paradise City roll by. The other two young men droned on in idle conversation, but I was much more interested in the icy touch of the glass. It provided a comforting contrast to the air vents spewing out a torrent of hot air.

 

“And then, Stacy’s mom just o.d.s, right there in front of her!” This was Tyler, the driver and stylish de facto leader of our ragtag group of losers. The collar of his jacket was popped up high so that from the side I could only see the upper part of his face. Very stylish, or so he thought.

 

“Wow, that’s got to be a hard dick to swallow.” That was Nile. He’s… Nile. Sitting in the back, he peered over my seat and stared at Tyler through the curtain of blonde hair that framed his face. I will admit though, he was a pretty handsome man. Tyler’s knuckle turned white as he gripped the steering wheel and threw a hard look at Nile. Clearly the comment had not earned the response my backseat bound friend had hoped for.

 

“Nile, just shut the fuck up. You always ask why I give you so much shit, but then you spit out a stupid analogy like that. That is exactly the reason why I give you so much shit.”

 

Batting back his bangs, Nile rolled his eyes and continued on as if Tyler’s words had passed over him like rain water. “Are we almost there? It feels like we should be there by now.”

 

This stirred me from delirium and brought me back into their conversation -if you can really call it that. I shifted in my seat so I could better see my sexy driver.

 

“Yeah, the drive doesn’t usually take this long. Something wrong?”

 

From the sigh and the shake of his head, I could tell that there had been a tidbit of information that Nile and I had missed. That didn’t surprise me in the slightest. If I had a dollar every time that the two of us missed something, then we would have enough money to move out of our shitty apartment and away from our even shittier neighborhood. The difference between us, though, is that I miss things because my mind wanders off to the far reaches of my imagination, searching for a more tolerable realm of existence than the one I’m currently trapped in. Nile is just stupid.

 

Tyler gave me that sour look too. “Did either of you assholes hear me when I said that we wouldn’t be able to go down third avenue?”

 

I thought for a second, then chirped, “Sure, Tyler! I just chose to forget!”

 

“Fuck you, Rez. Don’t make me hate you as much as I do Nile.” That brought a pout to Nile’s face. “We can’t go the usual way because there was a wreck up in front of the Seven Eleven. Said on the news that the whole road is closed.”

 

“Why do you hate me the most?”

 

“Shut the fuck up, Nile, that’s why.”

 

    I bit back a laugh and turned my attention to the window before Tyler could see my smile. In the side mirror, I could see Nile echoing the same expression beneath his golden locks.

 

Minutes struggled to pass by. The morning traffic was more congested than an Italian's bowels. Eventually, much to all of our relief, we found the ever famous neon sign overlooking the street like a gaurdian angel. “Cafe McBuck’s” it read. It was a morning tradition that our party swing by the beloved cafe before getting into the full swing of the day. In fact, almost all of the cups on the floorboard were emblazoned with the cafe’s flamboyish logo. Looks like we’d be adding more to the collection soon enough.

 

Pulling into the cafe’s pitiful excuse for a parking lot, I heard my friend mutter obscenities most foul to his steering wheel. Cars were sitting side by side in tight uniformity, leaving not even a gap that a motorcycle could squeeze into. After a minute or two of driving in line on the ground. Tyler leaned on the car, watching impassively as I wiggled and pried myself through a gopher sized slit.

 

“See, this is why I wanted to leave early, guys. Six o’clock, this place is ghosted, but come seven? It’s fucking packed.”

 

Finally I slammed the door shut, free from my steel entrapment. Tyler arched an eyebrow. “You done?”

 

I gave him a beaming smile that he only shrugged at. With that we made our way to the glass doors of Cafe McBuck’s, falling in single file like the three stooges, Tyler leading the way and Nile bringing up the rear. There was a bit of pep in our step as the early December air nipped at our heels. Little did we know the trouble that was soon to come. Just remember, we only wanted coffee, not trouble. You can’t take trouble with cream and sugar.

 

****

 

If the buttload of cars sandwiched into the parking lot weren’t any indication that Cafe McBuck’s was up to its chin with customers, then the buttload of customers sandwiched into booths and tables were. The noisy bebob of the city -blaring sirens and screeching car horns mainly- were drowned out over the drone of mindless chatter held within the cafe like canned laughter.

 

My stomach dropped as I got a better look at the major demographic of the people I was entrapped with. Iced coffees were clutched in hands and bookbags sat beside each chair like a neglected child. Every face I looked was at least about my age, twenty-two or twenty three, but the heavily smeared makeup on the women and the thick beards on the men gave everyone the facade of being about a decade older.

 

“College students,” I shuddered, Nile echoing the sentiment. It felt as if a spot light had fallen on us. There was no way we would stand out in this crowd anymore than we did. To better paint the picture, these guys wore skinny jeans and flannel shirts while we wore baggy pants and hoodies. We might as well have been a cup of oil dumped into a bucket of water.

 

Tyler glanced back, giving us the classic ‘told you so, mate’ look he did so well. “Like I said, this is why we always get here early.”

 

Well, standing around like a couple of sedated trees wasn’t making the monster go away, so we jumped in line and tried to ignore the horrors glaring daggers at us as they sipped their frappuccinos.

 

Unfortunately though, the line moved about as fast as a snail with hemorrhoids. One step at a time, the counter was slowly getting closer. Or was it? Occasionally I’d peer over Tyler’s shoulder to try and judge our ETA, and I swear every time I checked there were more of those self-entitled sweat rags between us and the counter. I began to ask Tyler and Nile if these hellspawn could replicate being asexual if they drank too much coffee, but I knew what kind of look that would earn. Besides, I don’t think I would like the answer. Instead I hugged my ratty, brown jacket closer to me and tried to be thankful that the bitter breeze outside couldn’t touch me in the cafe. That brief bit of joy fell flat on its face pretty quickly.

 

Behind Nile, a trio of girls had joined us in line. They each wore thick rimmed sunglasses that covered half their face and their silky hair was woven into thick braids. My ears burned at the strange language they spoke.

 

“Blah blah blah,” one said.

 

Another nodded her head vigorously, sending her braids flailing all round and almost striking the face of the one next to her.

 

“Blah blah blaaaah!” She responded. “Blah blah blah blah!”

 

“Blah!”

 

That’s when the three of them turned their heads, in unison, in my direction. Though I couldn't see their eyes, I could practically feel the scorching intensity of their gaze. Of course, I averted my eyes as quickly as possible.

 

To try to take my mind off the strange aliens surrounding us at all fronts, I tried making small talk with my friends. “So Tyler, what are you planning on getting your loved ones for the holidays?” I asked him with a grin.

 

“The hell are you talking about, Rez?” He looked at me as if I had just dropped manure on his sneakers and called it spaghetti. With a nod of my head, I motion to the sign plastered against the store’s windows.

 

“What are you planning on getting your loved ones for the holidays?” it read. “Can’t think of anything? Well, then get them a gift card to Cafe McBucks and be sure to save them some bucks!”

 

Tyler chewed on the sign’s words with a sneer. “Depends on what it means by ‘loved ones’. If it’s my family, I’ll probably just cut my own head off and ship it to them in box, gift wrapped and everything. My drunk uncle would sure get a kick out of that. If it was my friends? Some air fresheners for their smelly ass rooms.”

 

I felt Nile press up to my back as he rested his chin on my shoulder, trying to get a better view of Tyler. “Our rooms aren’t that bad, are they? They can’t be any worse than yours!”

 

“Yeah, but you know, Nile,” Tyler said, the line lurching forward as we progressed another step. “Dirty clothes left spewing out of a full hamper is the most you’ll find in my room. Not nasty, fly eaten, rotting fruit.”

 

“That happened one time! Those damn flies swooped in when I blacked from all that-”

 

“Nile!” I couldn't help but interrupt. Shrugging my newfound parrot off, I cupped a hand over my ringing ear. Damn he can get loud!

 

“Sorry.” Nile shrunk back from me like a sad sack I had left in the rain. We didn’t pursue any more conversations after, and instead decided to spent the rest of our agonizing wait in silence.

 

It felt by the grace of God that we finally made it to the counter. The clerk, a watery eyed man with hair that frizzled up into an almost afro, gave us a practised smile as he asked for our order.

 

Tyler scanned over the menu hanging above the clerk’s head, though I’m not sure why. We always get the same thing. Always. After a tapping his chin for nearly two minutes, Tyler finally nodded.

 

“Okay, I’m ready now. I’ll have a-”

 

None of us noticed the man walking the length of the line as he approached the counter. We also didn’t notice the gun brandished in his hand until he stopped next to Tyler and pointed the barrel level to the cashier’s eyes. Of course, all this would explain the chorus of screams scraping at my ears as the college students around us flipped their shit as they bolted for the exit. There, now it’s started to look more like six o’clock.

 

In truth, I could smell the man yards before he ever reached the counter. The only reason why I didn’t think a thing about the absolutely repugnant odor was because our drunken Nile had eaten WAY too many brockworst the night before, and those things tend to give him gas something fierce. It sounds odd, but I’m telling you that Nile farts are the worst. They usually smell like dead animals.

 

I could tell at a glance that this would be robber meant business. The grime and muck painted along his tattered clothes and wind beaten skin looked as if they were a part of his being, as if no amount of soap and water in the world could save this guy’s soul. His greasy hair was matted and thinning in some places. It seriously looked as if he could have played a baddie in Road Warrior.

 

“Alright, mother fucker!” the robber said, clearly not looking for any kind of civil conversation. “You so much as drop your hands below the counter, I’m decorating this place with your fucking brains!”

 

Our no longer bleary eyed server took exception to the gentleman’s demand, and decided to comply.

 

“P-please, don’t s-shoot!” the words practically tripped over themselves as the guy stuttered along.

 

“Then you better empty that register right now!”

 

You’d think that the server would follow the orders of the armed delinquent holding him gunpoint, however he only continued to stare at the man, horror stricken eyes bulging like they were about to be evicted from their sockets. His hands did try to go to the register, but it was as if the muscles in his arms had seized up in place. I wonder if the same thing happens to a doe who freezes when they realize they’re about to kiss the grill of a Buick.

 

“Hey, Tyler?” I whispered into my friend’s ear, my voice masked as the gunman continued to shout blood promises. “Maybe we should just leave too.” I motioned to the tables and booths that now stood unoccupied. “We can always just leave and  come back later.”

 

Tyler considered that for a moment with a stoic expression, but then gave me a firm shake of his head. “Naw, man, not after waiting in this long ass line for five hours. We’re getting our coffee.”

 

Though I wanted to protest, I only offered a shrug and shrunk back a step. This really wasn’t how I wanted to spend my Thursday morning. The endless waiting was bad enough.

 

“Hey,” it was now Nile who was whispered. “What’d he say, Rez?”

 

“Says we’re getting our coffee.”

 

“Oh…” The tone of his voice echoed my own sentiment.

 

When a minute or so had passed, and the deer was still staring down the Buick, Tyler leaned, resting an elbow on the counter.

 

“Hey, dude,” he said to the cashier. “You might want to do what this guy says and give him the money. He looks like he’s in a hurry, and I don’t think you want to keep him waiting for too much longer.”

 

The gunman turned his bloodshot gaze on my friend, his chapped lips forming a giant O before he found the words his manic mind were reaching for.

 

“I don’t need any help, fuck face,” he spat, literally. Tyler had to wipe away a few, tiny globs of spittle with the back of his hand. “Now back up before I fuck you up!”

 

Tyler glared at him in a way that an angry mother would’ve if her child had just said the same thing to her. “I’m just trying to speed things along, asshole. Some of us have things to do.” The man flinched as if the words had been a physical slap to the face.

 

“What!? Do you realize what I’m holding?” The unblinking eyehole of the gun then turned on Tyler, much to the relief of the cashier.

 

Tyler’s expression remained deadpan as he stared the man down. “Do you? Do you even know what you’re doing? This whole time you’ve been trying to get this guy to open the register, I’ve been wondering who the hell would rob a place that’s only been open for a few hours.”

 

“That is true,” I mused, not even realizing my thoughts were escaping through my lips. “Wouldn’t you get more money if you held this place up later in the day?”

 

The gunman gritted his yellowing teeth as he turned that snarl on me. “Think I don’t know that? Of course I do! But I have to be at my son’s birthday party this afternoon and I need some money to buy a present for him!”

 

No one said a word for a time, only staring stupidly at one another like a bunch of cows.

 

“So,” I said, not sure how things were going to proceed from there. “How old is your son?”

 

Apparently, I have a knack for saying the wrong thing at the time. Something inside the gunman’s strained mind snapped and his eyes flashed with the crimson light of murder. His arm swung wide, and I suddenly found myself staring down the end of the piece of steel.

 

“I’m getting so fucking tired of you assholes- ARGH!”

 

A wet squelch cut the man off. Imagine the sound of tearing a big, juicy steak into pieces, only amplified ten times, and you’d get close to the sound the man’s arm made as it was amputated at the elbow. Rage turned to confusion, then to horror within a heart’s beat. The now “unarmed” man’s eyes went wide as a curtain of blood sprouted from his stump, sounding almost like wet spaghetti as it splatter to the tile below. Nile and I had to make a hasty retreat, lest we be painted with the guy’s life-water. The arm, still clutching its glock, fell limply to the floor with a smack!

 

“WHAT THE FUCK!” was the only intelligible phrase he could spit out between the mindless and agonizing screaming. He flailed the stump around, spraying red all along the counter, advertising signs, and even my tennis shoes. After what felt like minutes of watching the guy dance around, screaming his head and clutching at his blood half-arm, he fell to his knees for a moment before slumping to the ground. Though there were already lines of blood zigzagging around him in uneven circles, that stop more from pooling under his limp body.

 

Tyler, the smooth criminal he was, only disregarded the soon to be corpse with a cool glance. With the tap of a button, the bloodied tip of the switchblade receded back and he pocketed it once more. He adjusted his jacket, as if it had suddenly been chaffing him, then gave a glance over to where we stood.

 

“You guys okay?” I nodded, but quickly tilted my head.

 

“Why didn’t you just do that from the start, Tyler? We could have sped this right along.”

 

As per his nonchalant nature, he simply shrugged. “Didn’t really feel convicted to kill the guy till he turned the gun on you guys, I guess. Doesn’t matter now, though, let’s just get our coffee and-” As we all turned our attention back to the counter, we found the post vacant.

 

“What the-” Tyler paused, his features pulling taut with rage. “THAT MOTHER FUCKER BAILED!”

 


Posted by WritingThot - December 26th, 2015


It's been a while since I've posted an update of any kind, so yeah... this is strange.

 

First off, I want to thank everyone who it the follow button next to my name since the NG Collab was released. I don't know you actually liked my tiny contribution or if you were just following everyone, either way I thank you!

 

I've been extremely busy with not only school and work, but also projects too. Other than a large pet project that will never see the light of day, there are two projects that will find their way on here. One is a nevelette that I finished eailier this month, and the other is a short story I'm writing for an anthology (I actually finished it a few hours ago). I can't promise when I'll post or if they are any good yet, since they both are just rough drafts in my notebook and have to be edited or seen by anyone else, but I'll keep you posted on the progress of them. 

 

Hope you had a great Christmas and have an even better New Years.

 

If you haven't seen my other works on Newgrounds, check them out here: http://theinnerscience.newgrounds.com/news/post/857803

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