The Empty Face
A man. A room.
The campus bathroom was wretched, large patches of mold coating all four corners of it, graffiti covering the doors of the stalls and the toilet on the farthest end overflowing. Within this poorly lit room stood a man...
Kanon Foder was looking down at the sink, his tired and baggy eyes barely held open. He was a dark green scaled lizard of emaciated physique and clad in a black hoodie, black baggy jeans and black sneakers. His head had two frills on it and his teeth were green and decaying.
The lizardman was remembering the rumours he had heard about the dorm that no one entered in decades, that it was the scene of a murder, that it is haunted and that it unchained when the clock struck 10 PM. Regardless of what the truth was he planned on seeing it for himself. He lifted himself slightly upward while making sure that he didnt make eye contact with the mirror. He took one glance at the stalls behind him before exiting the bathroom to get ready for tonight.
As the lizard walked down the campus yard his eyes quickly darted from one student to another, fear and mistrust filling his head. The campus grounds themselves were only slightly less terrible than the bathrooms: Walls lined with dried up grey paint, old wooden windows covered in dust hiding the classrooms and various discarded and decaying food and drinks littering the grass.
As he reached his dorm tension began to creep up on him, not knowing whether he should actually be opening it. They might be watching. Bloodshot and baggy amber eyes eyes of the lizard quickly turnaround, having sworn they heard something right behind them. Only to find nothing. What was he to do? What? What? What?
His skinny figure slipped away from the rusted hinges of the dorm room door, his vision shaking in an incomprihensible vertigo. The room had to be visited NOWNOWNOWNOW. Carl let out an angered scream that strangely fell deaf on the ears of the people around him and collapsed into the dead, grassless dirt. When his eyes flew open an industrial plier stood in his left hand and he stood at the entrance to the chained-off room. He had he to open it. HE HAD TO OPEN IT! 38938040.
The chains cracked with a shrill metallic shriek as they snapped in twain, Carl gritting his rotten teeth to point of one becoming heavily dislodged. Screaming once more the emaciated man then held the large plier against his eyes and jammed into his fading, FADING eyesockets. His body turned to nu,bes sounds and words around him repeated themselves like a broken record and when his eye-sight returned, he lied in the rooms old, long-abandoned bed. External pulsating, red tumours began to grow out of his skin and flesh as he screamed in pain, quickly muffled by the cysts emerging from his mouth only to awaken at the rooms entrance, his body untouched.
Reeling from shock the man fell onto his knees and vomited, the expulsion from his mouth looking like rotting meat. This was only for a little until a massive, wormlike entity began to make its way out of his mouth. Carl could do nothing but wince and shed tears at what was happening. Trust the smile.
The schlog writhed its way out of the oral cavity and onto the ground, crawling slowly away. Why? And its little maggot children followed, the man beginning to cry at what was happening to him.
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External man in in collapsed pulsating beginning decades dust into red to that hiding the tumours cry it the dead began.
And so he stood at the far end of the room, head half-phased through the window ridded with chunks of filth. Then he fell upward into the ceiling, his head removing from the window and then he stood in front of a Burnt Fag hole in the ground, moldy wood planks infested with maggots and rusty nails jutting out from both corners.
Outstretching his arms in a crucifix position he fell into the pit, the nails impaling his hands and leaving him mid-air Outstretching position his stuck fall his he Felix.
Soon the maggots began to crawl onto his arms and the boards began to bend downward and extend. His eyes began to ache, a large disgusting crust forming over them.
When he came to his body was rotting and nude, what little pieces of his clothing remained fused with parts of his flesh. And in fronto f him was what he sough. Walking toward it, agonizing pain forming in his parasite infested body he reached toward the object with his right hand. The worms in his throat kept him from screaming as the item fused with his right arm, creating a tumor club which he then slammed into the ground, splattering infected blood at his feet and making the arm fall to the ground, where it hastily rotted into nothingness.
Last, clogged breath he fell onto the ground, a faint smile on whats left his face.
It was over.