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Stacisaur
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As a teenager, with the lovely stage of rapid hormones and awkward scenes, Daniella had lucked out, really, in the acne department. Her skin had gone without much of any mark, due to her mother's genes, which she was very grateful for. She had plenty of friends who had to suffer through the physical, and emotional stages their body took on them, so she did understand what was so bad about having blemishes, in that way.
However, these boils before her, bubbling up, twitching almost as shining liquid trickled out, kind of seemed a tad worse than the occasional zit.
Just a tad.
". . ."
Staring straight ahead at the wall, one would think by now she would be curled over, heaving to the badly carpeted floor of the hallway. Though, Dani did not feel any pain in her gut, nor her head. The stench had numbed over her sense of smell, and something made her want to keep her eyes on the manifestation before them. It grew, it moved, it.. seemed to.. live. Wasn't that kind of fascinating to anyone besides her? Just.. a little?
Despite the fact that it was probably deadly in some way, with this black liquid just gradually filling up around their feet, it was biologically interesting to her. How could this even happen? How did it come to be so quickly? Were they imagining things, so that it came to be, like the thought-form theory? So.. many questions. Burrowed deeply into her thoughts, Danielle didn't realize how closely she was standing in front of one of the boils, pulsating in a rhythm. Like the beat of a heart, it was kind of mesmerizing, more visually than audibly. Drip by drip, the black ooze collected onto the floor, thickening it's reach.
Dani came to, blinked, and stepped back slowly. Her head hung to watch as the blackness became overwhelming, and soon was a little stream, wiggling down to make a trail. It reminded her of a snake.. though, ...worse. Glancing to the wooden spoon in her left hand, she peered up again straight at the boil. Carefully, her body hinged a bit to reach out, pointing the head of the utensil near a droplet about to follow suit with it's brothers and sisters puddling up the floor. Closer, and closer still, until the spoon touched with the drop.
A sizzle sounded out, sharp, stinging her ears as Danielle shuddered, dropping her 'weapon' to the ground. A little splash gave off as she jumped backwards, watching with widened eyes. The entire spoon disintegrated in the puss-like, ghastly liquid, as if it was hungry, eating away like bacteria at the wooden mass. It reacted like acid would to the skin, or, how she had read about in some sort of college class a few years back. She.. clearly hadn't experienced that kind of thing first-hand.. nor was she anxious to.
Clearing her throat, Danielle brushed her palms off against the front of her nightshirt. Well, that cleared up one question she had: what if they came in contact with the black 'stuff'. Good, she had at least one answer. Shuffling quickly over to where the rest of the group was, her arms closed in around to hug at her own waist. Hey, a hug was a hug, even if it was from her own arms. It comforted her in such.. odd, horrifying times, as these were turning out to be.
"So, uh. Yeah. Don't.. don't touch that there liquid-y.. stuff. M'kay?"
Speaking to really anyone who was listening, she trailed off once more, her eyes drifting to look up ahead, catching view of the rusted metal along this suddenly formed entrance. As her face warped into a confusing expression, lips kind of twisted, brows furrowed intently, she began to wonder if it really would be safe for any of them to go into this unknown place. They.. didn't have a choice, other than exploring the new corridor, which was the sad, yet true part.
A sigh left Dani as she held her head back, staring at the ceiling. And now, she was defenseless, without a spoon. Super.
However, these boils before her, bubbling up, twitching almost as shining liquid trickled out, kind of seemed a tad worse than the occasional zit.
Just a tad.
". . ."
Staring straight ahead at the wall, one would think by now she would be curled over, heaving to the badly carpeted floor of the hallway. Though, Dani did not feel any pain in her gut, nor her head. The stench had numbed over her sense of smell, and something made her want to keep her eyes on the manifestation before them. It grew, it moved, it.. seemed to.. live. Wasn't that kind of fascinating to anyone besides her? Just.. a little?
Despite the fact that it was probably deadly in some way, with this black liquid just gradually filling up around their feet, it was biologically interesting to her. How could this even happen? How did it come to be so quickly? Were they imagining things, so that it came to be, like the thought-form theory? So.. many questions. Burrowed deeply into her thoughts, Danielle didn't realize how closely she was standing in front of one of the boils, pulsating in a rhythm. Like the beat of a heart, it was kind of mesmerizing, more visually than audibly. Drip by drip, the black ooze collected onto the floor, thickening it's reach.
Dani came to, blinked, and stepped back slowly. Her head hung to watch as the blackness became overwhelming, and soon was a little stream, wiggling down to make a trail. It reminded her of a snake.. though, ...worse. Glancing to the wooden spoon in her left hand, she peered up again straight at the boil. Carefully, her body hinged a bit to reach out, pointing the head of the utensil near a droplet about to follow suit with it's brothers and sisters puddling up the floor. Closer, and closer still, until the spoon touched with the drop.
A sizzle sounded out, sharp, stinging her ears as Danielle shuddered, dropping her 'weapon' to the ground. A little splash gave off as she jumped backwards, watching with widened eyes. The entire spoon disintegrated in the puss-like, ghastly liquid, as if it was hungry, eating away like bacteria at the wooden mass. It reacted like acid would to the skin, or, how she had read about in some sort of college class a few years back. She.. clearly hadn't experienced that kind of thing first-hand.. nor was she anxious to.
Clearing her throat, Danielle brushed her palms off against the front of her nightshirt. Well, that cleared up one question she had: what if they came in contact with the black 'stuff'. Good, she had at least one answer. Shuffling quickly over to where the rest of the group was, her arms closed in around to hug at her own waist. Hey, a hug was a hug, even if it was from her own arms. It comforted her in such.. odd, horrifying times, as these were turning out to be.
"So, uh. Yeah. Don't.. don't touch that there liquid-y.. stuff. M'kay?"
Speaking to really anyone who was listening, she trailed off once more, her eyes drifting to look up ahead, catching view of the rusted metal along this suddenly formed entrance. As her face warped into a confusing expression, lips kind of twisted, brows furrowed intently, she began to wonder if it really would be safe for any of them to go into this unknown place. They.. didn't have a choice, other than exploring the new corridor, which was the sad, yet true part.
A sigh left Dani as she held her head back, staring at the ceiling. And now, she was defenseless, without a spoon. Super.