Lickypede | 5. NOTE: JOURNALISM AIN' THE PREDATOR

The sing-song snickers grew louder once a loud snap echoed from my partner’s open mouth, originating from their throat. Any struggle from my partner stilled instantly, every guttural noise they made similarly silenced as their head, forced to face the sky, was forcibly thrust upwards.

 

The buckle that followed might have come from tension on the neck, but most of the buck seemed to come from the hardened muck that had collected in a thick mass from their waistline upwards. The thick, syrupy expulsion seemed to becontinually pulled by gravity, but the weight of the viscous liquid reminded me of the gentle magma plumes I had been lucky enough to shoot. This thick compilation of carnage seemed to allow the creature to better stretch the drooling opening so it could free itself.

 

Another bone chilling crack and what was once their mouth began to stretch open. Further and further until the upper and lower jaw aligned in a perfect circle. I thought it my imagination, but the end result made it clear that the teeth and jaw line must have grown in both size and circumference. What I had assumed were only the pained twitches and spasms of my associate turned writing piece along with the pulsating of rapidly infected dentures must have hidden the slow and steady growth.

 

The creature pushed, kneaded, and clawed at this opening until that haunting laughter was loud enough it made my ears pop. My legs had finally found itself as I began to run. Not without seeing the pitch coated skeleton that comprised of its upper half and that horrible head force itself from what had once been a friend. Now it was beginning to look more and more like a bundled cocoon.

 

The claws were clamoring for a better spot to grip, the appalling digest bunching like loose clay at this point, regularly moistened by the noxious drool the chewy carapace never ceased dribbling. Especially as it began to lick, nibble, and suck at Lickyface’s spine almost in spite; a theorized reason for the golden skeleton parallel to its own is to protect itself from sudden separation from the lower half. Especially when it is particularly ornery, like with the fallen business associate. The colors seemed to naturally blend into the designs later pictured on its carapace, the more fluid blood having collected along the ‘stomach’ of the bug.

 

I was regrettably unable to see anything else of significance, such as the point the insectoid legs burst from the hardening muck that now survives as the lower half’s carapace, as this was when I began running. It was around this point I had obtained my first picture of it pursuing me through the mists, and the subsequent pictures of it cornering me in the shipping container.

 

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Now, my attempts to hold a more dominant presence seemed to do little more than egg it on. Not in the way an animal might flaunt its alpha tendencies either. It was playful. Once I had taken my pictures it leaned close, far too close for comfort, and gave me just enough time to take a picture before it seemed to grow tired of playing model.

 

It gripped my head and tried to force it open with its gruesome claws, covering my tongue and lips with a tepid mixture of the previous mention indescribable flavor and a number of exotic new “spices” that continue to haunt my tongue like the ghosts of the most abysmal particles known to the cosmos.

 

I am quite lucky my boss saw to giving me a few more tricks, as peculiar and useless as they had previously seemed. In this case, what Doc had called Lockjaw. I was able to seal my jaw shut and prevent the creature from opening it. I even sucked my cheeks and lips inwards causing a mild shield. It all felt natural, but I am sure the ritual Doc had performed was what also made it feel like a muscle I had my entire life. Similarly, Flaps of cartilage, which were quite difficult to adapt to, would cover my nostrils while a thin film would cover my ear ducts and eyes like another eyelid. Finally, the Tragus (or, the once useless fleshy nub) of my ear pressed against the external auditory meatus (ear hole) finished the work of sealing my head. I couldn’t breathe, but at least I was waterproof (The less explained about the other… Traits needed to do this the better.)

 

Do not get me wrong. I died almost immediately after taking that picture. Horrifically. To the point THAT is the part I can not remember. At least I didn’t have that infectious vomit tamped into my gullet, as it reportedly loves to do.

 

I also am uncertain what happened to my body. My boss has yet to explain the intricacies of my immortality, saying we all had plenty of time for that another day, but I do know I woke up in one of my boss’s little hide aways (normally a swamp hut like this one) with my similarly enchanted camera.

 

Horrific as this all is, being nigh unkillable SURELY will make up for it. Hopefully, all the pop culture I read is right that I will either get used to it or get used to it by losing my mind while gaining a more crooked sense of humor.

 

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=/=/ LOCATION /=/=

 

Ironwood Hills, Lost Boys

 

*~*~* BODY *~*~*

 

Shape by Me

Skin: + Fallen Gods Inc + Obsydian, Red Elemental, Shaved

 

*~* Head *~*

 

+ Aii + DreamWeaver (Rage) // Copied and Cobbled into the void in his head.

Hair: Magicka Things

Head: DRD / Death Row Designs | Faces Of Death / F.O.D | Blind Venomous Carnage

 

*~* Torso *~*

 

Ro / Remarkable Oblivion - Azrael Bone Wings - Red

Ro / Remarkable Oblivion - Broken Heart Necklace

 

- Cobbled and Copied by me over Torso and Arms -

+ Aii + DreamWeaver's Eye (Dream)

[ni.Ju] Cheeky Chompers

Yellow JesteR - Jeepers Peepers

 

*~* Arms *~*

 

+ Aii + Sinner Hands

 

*~* Waist & Hips *~*

 

+ Aii + Gluttonous Orifice

 

*~* Legs, So Many Legs *~*

 

+ Aii + Centipede Body

 

*~*~* CLOTHING *~*~*

 

*~* Head *~*

 

Tamagosenbei Purple Eye Yokai Pet

[ The Forge ] Witcher Headpiece, Gold

 

*~* Torso *~*

 

.aisling. Fangarth Necklace

.aisling. Ragun

DRD / Death Row Designs | Zombie Apoc - Zombie Arm

PFC / Pucca FireCaster creations ~ Bones - Choker

Done