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House of 1,000 Corpses — Part I

[ Rating: Mature for future parts due to graphic nature of horror elements, blood, gore. Tws are as listed. Set in modern day, though S4 and prior — so we get younger Mulder & Scully, ya smell me? First time writing them. I hope y’all enjoy. Love — the basement cryptid ]

Buttfuck Nowhere, Kentucky — Somewhere rural near the Mammoth Cave system

Mulder found himself in a lot of unfortunate places.

Places he was never supposed to see, be, or know existed.

Government and military black sites, off the grid underground bunkers, and questionable adult video stores in Gary, Indiana.

But this?

Jesus Christ.

This was a new high.

Or low.

And they’d never forget what they found in the woods.

Thickets and dense foliage shrouded them in a dark green veil, almost too alive to feel nature.

Like the ground was fed.

Given nutrients it didn’t recognize.

Absorbed them and flourished anyway.

Rain pelted down, slipping reluctantly from the trees overhead, landing in fat plunks on Mulder’s head.

“I’d like to backtrack on my original assumption, Scully,” Mulder said as he maneuvered through thick bushes, the damp denim of his jeans scraping as the thorns tried to latch on and keep him. “I don’t think it’s The Hellier Goblins or The LBL Werewolf,” he said, mainly to himself.

Scully rolled her eyes, lips parted in a silent sigh of exasperation like she questioned the entire partnership everytime he dragged her out into the woods for some anomalous critter that didn’t exist. She pawed at the shrubbery, jeans water-logged and sealing in an unforgiving chill against her skin.

“What I think,” Mulder continued, glancing over his shoulder at her with his hair matted to his forehead, finding her black raincoat slick with dew, auburn hair curled at her forehead with humidity. Fox gave a little crooked grin, the kind that always appeared when his theory got even better. “is that we’re dealing with a hybrid. What if The Hellier Goblins have experimented on a creature such as the Land Between the Lakes Werewolf? What if they’ve created an entirely different entity? Harnessing the power and surgical precision of an alien, while maintaining the beastly appearance and predatory instincts of The Beast?”

“Mulder,” Scully said pointedly, her patience thinned, swatting away a swarm of gnats that darted for her nose, the tip of it pink with the cold.

He kept going. “Think about it—“ he stopped. Turned towards her. Green eyes gleaming in the thought, his hands raised like presenting it to the world. “A gnarly, wolfish apex predator with the innate instinct to hunt, to kill… with the advanced consciousness and extraterrestrial technology to trap and execute their prey flawlessly…”

Scully’s eyes could’ve leveled him. If looks could kill, seriously— he should’ve been dead a hundred times over. “What I think,” Scully countered back, her brows raising, head tilted to look at him, almost pleading for this to end. “is that you’re making a mockery of a time-sensitive, serious, egregious matter.” She lifted a hand, like she could reason with him, adding in her classic Scully scoff. “How do you think the victim’s families will react to that conjecture, Mulder? It’s going to feel like a slap in the face while they’re already grieving.”

Mulder’s expression fell, but the resolve burned in his eyes. His jaw ticked once, then relaxed, his eyes shifting to the ensnarement of knotted trunks and jagged thorns around them. “I’m not saying I can prove this — yet — or that the notion is ready for public discussion,” Fox planted his hands on his hips, under the open face of his rain jacket, one boot propped on a rock. His eyes flicked back to hers. Held her gaze. “But don’t you think people deserve the truth — when the time comes, when we have the facts, when it can’t be denied?”

She raised a hand and rubbed across her forehead, head bowing slightly. Not in defeat — never in defeat, but resignation.

Because he was right.

And his quest for the truth? No matter how ugly, farfetched, or cryptid-hybrid level of insanity?

Scully knew it took him places.

That’s what set him apart.

Silence followed.

Heavy, like the murky filth in the air clinging to their skin.

Static, like the hum that came from the atmosphere itself — without any abnormal EMF spikes.

Even the rain lightened, like the world held its breath.

That’s the thing about evil…

Nature didn’t always react to it blatantly.

No.

Sometimes it was just in the quiet. Looming in the stillness.

Watching and waiting for the right opportunity.

Scully closed her eyes like she prayed to God this would end soon. “If you’re so hellbent on outing an extraterrestrial-lycanthropic beast, then I suggest we get looking.” Her eyes panned up, the leaves canopying her view of the angry, grey armada of clouds overhead like she wasn’t meant to see beyond the woods. “We’re burning daylight out there when I could actually be reviewing concrete data.”

Fox’s gaze lingered a second longer than it needed to, trying to search through that mask she wore too well. He turned slow, eyes gradually prying from her, surveying the darkening forest that swallowed them by the minute.

No breeze.

No song of birds.

No chirp or buzz of insects.

Not anymore.

A prickle of awareness crawled up Mulder’s spine, ghosting the nape of his neck, hairs standing at attention.

Dana shifted then, too, sensing it. Sensing him. Her arms crossed over her chest, turning so their backs were to each other.

“You feel that, Scully?” Fox whispered, the edge of a wry grin creeping in.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

“…That’s how Mother Nature reacts when a predator closes in.”

[ Fic inspired by the great Rob Zombie and his song as listed in the title. Purely fictional work, solo fanfic. I hope you’ve enjoyed the intro, and I can’t wait to write more parts coming soon — 🛸 ]

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I’m gonna need a minute

Orison, Draft Script: Mulder's first and only prayer was for Scully ❤️

-- "And I remember for the first time in my life, in that moment... I asked God for something. To keep you safe."--

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I loved seeing them together last night. David looked fantastic considering he was attacked by a weed whacker right before the event. Gillian looks flawless as always.

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I am really in need of a big-time distraction from the absolute chaos that is America right now... especially since I work with all the agencies being gutted. I am losing colleagues and might not have a job at the end of the fiscal year so I am going to bury myself in X-files fanfic.

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4 Side Dish Fics for U.S. Thanksgiving

Some of you don't celebrate but might want to dip in temporarily through fiction. Some of you might need something fast to read while you hide in the bathroom and read on your phone. Just four quick fics (including one of mine) -- I'm sure there are many more.

far away to the west and south - audries A season 6 character study set at Thanksgiving. A particularly well-written contribution to that beloved genre of "party at the Gunmen's."

How To Fake An Orgasm - sab and punk This Thanksgiving-set story is an unusual jealousy fic (with Mulder/other, so beware if that bothers you) in that it shows Scully's jealousy playing out in a very understated, subtle way. Mulder decides to try dating, dates a normal woman; it gradually unravels. This DOES end MSR.

Seven Days - Jintian This is actually a fic centered on Mulder's fraught relationship with his mom, although it also shows the tight post-Amor Fati link between Mulder and Scully. Painful, beautiful.

How To Eat Pleasant Holiday Meals With Co-Workers . This is my Thanksgiving fic, so obvious self-promotion. I wrote the first chapter as an exchange prompt asking for early season Thanksgiving, so it's set season 1. Then I added on four other Thanksgivings in different years.

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When someone tells me they are going to start watching The X-Files

“What, like from the beginning? Like a psychopath?”

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RFJ Jr. Is out here threatening to fire 600 people from the agencies that provide my funding and all I can do is sit here and watch so excuse me while I bury myself is sickly sweet MSR fanfic

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It might be time to read Terra Ferma…it’s my emotional support fic

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Roughly a million registered Democrats did not vote in Florida in 2022 assuming they couldn’t win. If all of those people had voted Ron DeSantis wouldn’t be the Governor of Florida. The state could be a swing state if democrats actually showed up. Access to abortion is on that ballot, legalizing marijuana is on that ballot. There are so many reasons to show up.

hey my besties who live in red states: id like you to go out and vote anyway.

yeah, the electoral college means your vote doesn't count unless you win your state. it's a terrible undemocratic bullshit system. it's not going to change before this election,* so there isn't much point in complaining about it right now.

if you hold the belief that there's no point in voting because your voice will just be downed out by a chorus of bigotry- chances are other people in your state feel the same way. and because those people are not voting, it's impossible to know how many of you there are. the reason it's important to vote EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE is to make this number public.

when the minority in a state still goes out to vote:

- other members of the minority party know they aren't alone in their state. this encourages MORE people to vote in the next election

- the majority candidates are forced to divert some of their campaign resources away from swing states to secure a state they were already going to win

- the minority candidates are encouraged to spend some time campaigning in your state instead of abandoning it as a lost cause

- assuming you also vote in local elections, the minority is more likely to win representatives in the house

- who knows there might be so many of you that you fucking flip it by mistake

there has been a 700% increase in new daily voter registrations in the few days since Biden dropped out of the race.

thousands of people are deciding, right now, that voting is worth it. some of them live in your state. there is going to be a spike in blue votes across the country. this election is going to have the youngest voter turnout in history. this is the best possible time to join them. join us.

what have you got to lose? one afternoon?

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I can’t believe someone actually got David to say something interesting and insightful about the X-Files for the first time in decades.

- David Duchovny

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Sanguinarium is peak Mulder and Scully hotness

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“Hey, don't forget this. Relax the back, breathe in, breathe out.” // “How do you know all these things, Mulder?” //“I’m unemployed. I have a lot of time on my hands. Oprah. I watch a lot of Oprah.” // “You know, the entire time that I was down there I had someone to watch my back.” // “He's a big boy. You gotta worry about the little boy. Or little girl. Boy? Or girl?”

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Coach Walz’s stump speech is incredible

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The complete Gossamer archive of X-Files fanfic is available to download in one file. Enjoy!

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Next paragraph references this cartoon. I’ll let you guess why.

Tagging @today-in-fic

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Ok but that is scary. I do wonder how much space it takes up. I would be willing to download it and store it because honestly my life would be over if we lost it.

GUYS THIS IS IMPORTANT IS GOSSAMER DOWN FOR YOU WHAT HAPPENED TO GOSSAMER DOES ANYONE KNOW