#please interact i worked so hard on this

[moongazeonastarfillednight]

The Terror: When, How, Where - Part 4

I have done it. Here's the Summary of my last 3 parts (to which you can refer to to enjoy the full meltdown I had making this

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3)

Full Powerpoint can be found Here

I fully recommend checking out the powerpoint because damn... I worked hard for it :')

Full Map can be found Here (EDIT: Link now repaired)

EDIT: Reference for death count Here by Tumblruser Hangingfire

EDIT: For all your "figuring out when it's total night in the Arctic" needs Here

[applepixls]

please can we have more jimmy and impulse.

collabs, streams, heck even a life series team

i just really really want to call them jimpulse

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[gio-cosmo]

Discovering the Strega content from Tartarus Theater Wild is one of the best things to ever happen to me I’m not even joking.

[agerefanfics]

Warning: this story contains a little bit of angst, mild swearing and usage of a safe coping mechanism (agere). If you don't enjoy stuff like this, please don't read it.

Any hate comments will be removed and blocked!

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(Author's note: This takes place during 'Forever and Ever', one of the most disliked thomas episodes by the community. I am taking this episode and making something new out of it, so please enjoy!)

"So Edward, What do you think?"

Gordon asked, confident that he'd be able to persuade Edward to come back to Tidmouth sheds. It had been a while since Edward left the sheds for Wellsworth (Aka Edward's Station), and the news of Henry moving to Vicarstown left the big blue engine in a frantic state of denial.

He hoped Edward would say 'Yes, i'd love to come back!' or something along the lines of that. It was only what Edward said that made his world come crashing down.

"Thanks for asking Gordon..again. But i'm very happy at Wellsworth!"

That was the final kicker for Gordon. Everything in his life was crumbling down at this point and it finally hit rock bottom. Even if he were to see Edward and Henry occasionally, it just wasn't the same without them at Tidmouth Sheds.

The poor Blue engine began to stammer and plead with the other blue engine, frantically trying to find the words he so desperately tried to grasp. It wasn't until Phillip and Sir Topham Hatt showed up that Gordon really was at a loss for words. He could barely hear the Hatt's scolding until he finally snapped.

"It's not fair!" Gordon Exclaimed. None of them expected such an outburst from such a big engine. His face was flushed red in anger and sadness, tiny tears starting to well up in his eyes.

"First it was you Edward, and now Henry's leaving too! This is the worst thing ever!" He shouted louder than his pumping pistons as he started to back away, trying his hardest to hold back the tears that wanted to break down his face.

Once he was out of sight, Edward looked to the other engines and Sir Topham Hatt. They all wondered what was going on with Gordon. First it was the unneeded temper tantrum and now he was not acting like himself. Edward decided that without a word to even Sir Topham Hatt, he'd head out to find Gordon himself and talk to him.

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Gordon softly sobbed in his birth at Tidmouth sheds, trying his hardest to rid of the tears that stained his face. His conductor was helping by wiping away the tears with his cloth tissue, But Gordon didn't feel any better.

"Don't worry Gordon," Said his conductor, whom tried to give a warm smile to the big engine.

"I'm sure once you talk to Edward, things might not be so bad." Gordon sniffled.

"Nothing will help with how i feel, Everything in my life is being taken away from me!"

the conductor consoled the big engine, before heading back to the cab to find something important.

"I know exactly what you need, Gordon." his conductor said, as be walked back to the engine with a blue pacifier, perfectly matching the big engine's color.

Gordon's face flushed, he was embarrassed to see such an item in his sight. "I don't need that...thing." He uttered, looking away in embarassment.

His conductor sighed.

"Gordon, i've said it many times and i'll say it again. There's no shame in using this if it helps you calm down. Now let's not try to make a fuss about it." Gordon hated to admit, but his conductor was right. And so, without even making a grumble, he lets his conductor gently pop the pacifier into his mouth. At first it felt weird for such an item to be in his mouth, but as he began to suckle, he felt his boiler bubble down slowly. He almost felt peaceful if it wasn't for the sound of a familier whistle from a familiar, old blue engine.

Gordon froze, unsure of what to say. He wanted to rid of the pacifier as quickly as possible, but Edward would possibly question it still. He didn't have time to react when he heard the engine's voice

"Gordon?" Edward called out. No response. He hesitated in that moment to wonder if he should just leave the engine alone, until he saw the conductor step out of the birth and approached Edward. "I came to talk." Edward said softly to Gordon's conductor.

"I think Gordon would like to talk to you too, I think he really needs you right now."

"But i must warn you that He's not..'all there' right now and he'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone else about this." The conductor finished.

Edward was surprised at the response. What did 'Not all there' even mean? Nevermind, there's no time to question things, Gordon needed someone and it was going to be him. Approaching one of the other births, he slowly entered the birth next to gordon and looked at the upset engine. he slightly gasped when he saw the blue pacifier, which made Gordon look to the side in shame. Edward felt bad for having such a reaction, but who wouldn't be surprised? Gordon, the strongest and most mature engine on the island of sodor, now reduced to a sniveling and sad engine.

"Oh my um...I'm sorry for the reaction Gordon, i'm just surprised you'd use an um... that thing.." Edward muttered, not exactly finding the words to make it sound less hurtful for Gordon.

"Pacifwier." Gordon said, the object muffling his words.

Edward's boiler perked up when he heard Gordon.

"A What? I can't exactly hear you well, Gordon."

Gordon grumbled, spitting the pacifier out in disgust.

"It's a pacifier, god dammit!" He exclaimed, only to regret his words as Edward looked hurt from it.

"I...I'm sorry Edward."

"How long?" Edward asked.

"..What?" Gordon questioned.

"How long has this been going on for you?" He asked once more.

Gordon's face flushed once more, the idea of being an age regressor was a difficult one to explain, and yet he had to explain it in some way for Edward. He sighed, and looked at the other engine.

"Since you left Tidmouth sheds. I just..i just miss you and Henry so much already. I wish you didn't have to leave."

Edward sighed.

"I know change is hard for you Gordon, but it doesn't mean we aren't friends anymore. You'll always be my friend, no matter how far apart we may be." Edward said, giving the other engine a warm and caring smile.

"But..What about the pacifier? and the meltdowns? and the-" Gordon was cut off by Edward audibly shushing him.

"Gordon. Regardless of how you..cope, you'll always be my friend no matter what. Nothing will change that."

Gordon looked down, thinking about what had just been said to him by the slightly smaller blue engine. He sighed, and looked at the engine once more, his eyes still slightly full of tears.

"Thank you, Edward." Was all he could muster out before he began to sniffle and whimper. Edward quietly shushed the engine. If it wasn't for the fact that they both lacked any limbs, he'd be rubbing the bigger engine's back and consoling him.

"It's no trouble at all, Gordon. Just let it all out."

And so, Gordon did. It may have lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like hours for Gordon when he finally calmed down. Edward smiled at the now calmed big engine, and decided that now was the time to make an offer to him.

"Hey, what do you say to this: You can stay in the sheds at wellsworth for the night, and i'll explain everything to sir topham hatt in the morning?"

Gordon smiled, his tears finally running dry.

"Can i also bring my uh...um.."

Edward chuckled.

"Yes, you can bring your Binky with you, If it helps you."

The word 'Binky' wasn't the word Gordon was looking for, but it would work for now. Before the two engines could start their leave for the sheds at Wellsworth, Gordon had to say one more thing.

"Edward?"

"Yes Gordon?"

Gordon Gulped.

"Please don't tell anyone about what you saw tonight. My reputation could be spoiled because of it.." He pleaded.

Edward smiled.

"Of course, Gordon. Your secret's safe with me."

The two engines soon took their turns on the turntable, and both set off for wellsworth, the night sky still full of stars and a bright, shiny moon.

[peaches2217]

“I wanna come back when I’ve got some more fics done!” he says, then crawls back with absolutely nothing to show for her leave of absence

[tasteless-tea]

“The Kiss” by Gustav Klimt but instead it’s “The Hug”

Literally saw this and my brain went feral imagining it as The Kiss so here we are.

(Pebblepounce belongs to @lizqaxolotlquestions, Ask blog: @ponderwithpebblepounce)

(Redspider belongs to @cheesepaw-whisker, Ask blog: @askredspider)

[ID: Digital painting of Pebblepounce, a white and grey pointed cat with leaves in their fur, and Redspider, a red cat with a residual limb for his left arm and a spiky tail shaped like a spider. The two are embracing with pink and gold fabric draped around them against a pink and gold background. The drawing is meant to imitate the painting, “The Kiss” by Gustav Klimt. End ID]

[paimonial-rage]

hi! i'm the anon who requested for tighnari and "would they fix you". i like your answer, and it made me wonder... would tighnari let us fix him?

[Character Analysis Ask Meme]

Will Tighnari let you fix him?

Though many would argue with his way of going about things, let it be said that Tighnari is nothing if not purposeful. Even when he yells at the idiotic tourists gallivanting around foolishly in the Avidya Forest, indulging in his temper is not due to a loss of control. No, it is always a calculated decision. Sad to say, some people need a brutal shock to get things through their thick skulls, and if that's what it takes to save lives, so be it. Why mention this first? This is because all of Tighnari's actions are made with thought. To insinuate he needs to fix something about himself ignores the reasons why he chose to go that route in the first place.

So would Tighnari let you fix him? Not without a lot of grumbling on his part. If he cares about you enough, he will attempt to make the changes. But please expect much sarcasm muttered under his breath as he "fixes" his mistakes.

[youremyonlyhope]

Who gave Sondheim the right to write a song as bittersweetly perfect as Sorry-Grateful?

[gorespawn]

oh right, i changed main accs like last year and transferred this side blog, but never got back into using it! so now i don't follow a single account </3 so if we used to be mutuals (or if you'd like to be!) could you please reply to this or interact somehow...? i've missed being here

[the-kestrels-feather]

D'you think Vampires have a favorite blood type like do you think they crack open a boy as a cold one and go "fuck man, it's a B+. I hate B+" or "FUCK YEAH AB MY FAVORITE", and also like, does blood type matter when sucking blood like if you drain an A+ person and then a B- one will you get sick? I need to know about vampire blood typing

[planetamarte]

*BRAIN EXPLODES* something something humans alongside mobians in sonic. something something tallmen alongside the fantasy races in dunmeshi

[sparkleyiff]

Not sure if I'll be doing anything more for artfight this year I am. suffering. sorry :(

[stellacadente]

i realized how much it scares me that my mind will convince itself of even the ugliest things if i start thinking them often enough and it's... yeah. like i had a good session with my psychiatric rehabilitation therapist i think it was very useful but then at the end i got hit by this feeling of fear... like i'm so scared of myself and how low i can get

[elcucuylover]

Planet KD736 Expedition

(Authors note:this was something original for a horror story contest, the original was at a 15000 word limit but I didn't win so I'm adding more to it and publishing it cause I can. This was inspired by an animation I saw on TikTok I really like it. This is mainly creature horror. :] Edit: this got heavily edited I reread it was horribly dry and boring so I re wrote it for the most part. Enjoy)

I thought my crewmates always exaggerated when saying I recklessly put myself in tough situations to prove myself. I never believed them, till now.

This root has been prodding into my back for well over an hour. I can't move away, or I'll be completely submerged in the water. My thigh is a swollen red balloon of pain and irritation.

These flies won't leave me be, buzzing in my ear every five seconds and swarming around my wound. I'm being cooked alive inside this suit- more like being boiled with how much water it's absorbing.

My head hurts, my flashlight is dying and I don't understand a single thing about this stupid planet. I'm sure I'm gonna get yelled at for this but I rather that than being stuck here any longer.

This swamp has an unpleasant citrus smell. This tree is the only thing keeping me afloat in this muck.

My arms ache, too tired of holding myself up in this mud ridden, torn suit that's gaining more weight the longer I'm here, it's amazing I'm able to hold half my body up. I can only observe the large almost gator-like creatures in the waters.

They seem mostly docile, their beady glass eyes reflecting my bleak face. The stalking birds in the trees, their prying claw waiting for a taste of my flesh when I long pass. Thousands of little chirps and croaks emitting all around me.

I'm going to die of boredom by the time the my team gets here. My headache and anxiousness were starting to create a soft beating under my eye. I created a rhythm to the pattern of the animal sounds I heard. It was comforting.

Suddenly there was an overwhelming smell of something awful. It smelt like something rotting and burning, I could feel the remains of my breakfast stirring in my stomach. And the moment I opened my eyes something hit the water.

I could feel the water thrashing me around, almost making me lose my grip on the tree. I lifted my head and looked around to see what was going on. The smell moved on and only its memory lingered, something was off but I couldn't place it.

I saw nothing. The animals didn't seem to care. So clearly whatever it was wasn't a danger to them, meaning it wasn't a danger to me.

I thought, trying to downplay the situation as much as possible."It was probably just a branch falling in the water... it was a branch." Clearly i was scared and panicking.

Jesus this place was going to give me the biggest migraine ever.

After going over the rhythm in my head about 500 times. I thought I was going to go insane and that these animals wouldn't shut up.

So the abrupt silence immediately caught my attention. Everything going silent, trying their best to go unnoticed. Is never a good sign, especially since they were doing a much better job than me; a sense of nausea started creeping in.

It was like a wave washing over me. I looked up to figure out why everything was so eerily quiet. The gator doppelgangers were nowhere to be found, the birds were gone, the water was still and every little noise disappeared.

Yet I was not alone. I could feel it. A deep, heavy pit in my stomach grew, warning me. About something in front of me that I couldn't see.

I remembered all the stories I would hear about people's instincts warning them about places or people. I always wanted to know how it felt if it was a rush or a sudden want to be invisible. I never considered the possibility that it was an immediate flurry of thoughts swarming your mind screaming at you to run.

But there was no ground to run on.

Jesus I can't even see the thing making me feel like this. I looked up, I can only try to get further up the tree. The branches were higher than I could jump even without the thousand-pound suit and my busted-up leg.

I repositioned my hands trying to be able to support my weight despite their exhaustion. I figured if I could get myself on the giant root I had my hand on, I could sit there and rest.

I was going to treat this thing like it was any other animal. It was the only logical thing I could think of, to move slowly and cautiously. I rather take the safer option than trying to make myself seem like a bigger threat, I just be the bigger idiot if I did.

I managed to push myself off the root and raise myself slightly, while keeping my movements slow, which was much harder than I thought it would be. I tried to keep my eyes in the direction of whatever was in front of me, and behind me.

Taking my eyes off of it is a mistake. Something inside myself shouted that just I felt soft ripples in the water fight against my waves. I whipped my head up and froze where I was. My chest tightened and my eyes widened as I could feel the thing move in the water. The waves moved to my left, before I couldn't feel them any more.

It was behind me. I imagine it circling me, like I was its prey. If I'm not then I have no idea what else it would consider me. I tried to look at my left, my right, even behind the tree. I didn't know where it was anymore. That pit in my stomach exploded into full-fledged panic.

I didn't even try to move quietly anymore, I pulled myself up as much as I could and moved toward the large root. I was gonna make it! My panic turned to hope. I was going to be out of the water, my arms could rest, I could finally rest! I felt the soft ripples of the water on my right and hurried up my ascent when the feeling of something slimy, soft, and heavy brushed against my hand.

Quickly moving down to my fingers. I moved before I could think. I yanked my hand away, a sudden clamp pressed down on my finger. It was wet and hard yet smooth. It pressed hard into my finger the pain felt like my finger was being pulled off. I yelped and pushed my hand on the tree to pull away.

My force pushed me off the tree as it released my finger, gravity pulled me down into the water. If it wasn't for the stupid root snagging onto me, I may as well drowned myself. My torso was still above the water but my legs were now fully submerged and so was my wound. The water didn't sting, but bite marks on my finger did. It broke through the skin, but was a miracle it wasn't broken.

I grabbed my flashlight, thanking the lord that the small string tying it to my waist didn't snap. I couldn't risk holding it. My light floated on the water and put my hand in front of it. Not including my finger, nothing was on my hands. No moles, cysts, cuts, nothing. Only the stomach aching thoughts of what infections I'd possibly get.

I kept my flashlight on despite its constant flickering. Anything that moved or made a sound I shined my light on. I gave myself a migraine and was shaking every second. I wasn't sure if it was because of the idea of thousands of little bugs crawling on me or if I was starting to become hypothermic.

My light started to go out on me. I shut it off hoping to conserve it and gathered up my courage to place my hand back on the tree. The root prodded into me as I lifted myself. This suit is really heavy now. I'm tired, I still don't hear the regular animals around me anymore but I couldn't help but be nervous.

I decided to give my hand a break and tried to contact the rescue team. "Hey...Are- are you guys here yet or are you guys still in orbit?" I waited for minutes, but nothing.

"Hey! Answer me, did you guys land yet?...Please tell me yes." Another five minutes and a response. "Found some of your equip - idiot why - do-." Thank god, they were breaking up but it didn't matter, I was being saved.

"Hurry up, I'm cold and hungry." I exasperated with a chuckle."Freakin- should leave- tay hungry." I felt at ease hearing their angry voices. I could perfectly imagine the face they were making. I closed my eyes, feeling more at ease but that unnerving feeling was still running rampant in me. I counted like I would when I was a kid to calm myself more I barely made it past 20 when I felt something drip on me.

Is it raining? I opened my eyes and saw no rain. Even the firefly's were gone but that horrid smell was completely engulfing me, I could taste my breakfast in my mouth, I coughed it back and started to breath through my mouth. Another two drips fell, I looked up sick and confused.

I fixated into the void black sky trying to see what was dripping. I squinted up into the tree and saw something, something big, quickly speeding across the dense branches. The leaves trembled, as blood-draining bleating could be heard accompanied by the thumping of the tree. The leaves fell down on me as it speed over my head.

A huge splash could be heard as it jumped into the water. I panicked and reached for my flashlight. I fell into the water. The only thing keeping my head above water was the root, ripping into my suit and gauging itself into my back.

I groaned in pain but quickly changed my focus to looking for that thing. I saw nothing, the dim silence surrounding me made me lose whatever clarity I had. I was panicking. I could barely catch my breath. My eyes stung as tears fell.

I wanted to be saved. "Where are you guys!?" I shouted into the radio, my voice cracked. My fear and pain mixing into my voice. With the last flickers of my light, I saw a mop of hair rise in the water, at least 30 feet away. It was thick and messy, it smelt horrible and I had the nagging feeling that there was more than I could see.

I the air left my lungs as the mane slowly moved towards me then disappeared as it dived further into the water in front of me.

My eyes wide and full of anticipation couldn't follow it anymore as it disappeared underneath me. I frantically searched over the water for my crew. My breath was shallow and could bearly stay in my lungs long enough before I started hyperventilate. "Oh god, please I can't-".

I stuck my light under the water to see where it was. Then the flickering quickly turned to darkness. I cried out and desperately tried to reach for the roots again. I managed to barely touch them. I need to get closer. I felt like dying every time the branch even slightly shifted but given the circumstances, I would actually die if I didn't endure this pain.

I pushed myself to the trunk, the root going deeper into my back, expanding its presence to the left side of my body. I stifled my scream to a guttural groan and clenched my hand onto the tree. Tears blurred my vision as I grabbed my flashlight and reached for the end of the branch.

Something slithered on my hands again and the horrible smell wafted into my face. I felt like gagging the moment I noticed it. I continued to reach over the branch even through the reoccurring pain on my finger reminding me of what the last time I did this. But my life is worth more than my fingers. I finally was able to put both my arms over the root, I sighed and laid then with tears and a smile.

I saw something piercing through the water. I squinted my eyes as I raised my head away from the water. I made out two white rimmed pupils looking at me, mimicking me. I moved to the left and it glided in the water to look me dead in the eyes. I watched in horror as it slowly disappeared into the water.  I shuddered as the smell grew. I looked around trying to find out where the mane of hair was.

Then I saw it, 20 may 15 feet away. I turned my body to it, locking onto it. I grimaced as it disappeared again, I looked into the water trying to follow it as the smell didn't leave with it. I looked down in front of me, little movement by my legs caught my eyes. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a jaw with pristine white teeth trying to nibble at my suit getting closer to my flesh.

It didn't belong to any skull but some extended muscle like tendril. I moved my leg away and it pulled back. I waited for what seemed like only a minute before I could hear something, something big, quickly rise out of the water. I didn't even see what it was before it slammed into me, smacking me away from tree.

I was thrusted away from my only hope and propelled back into that stupid twig. The root broke off and stuck itself into my back. I cried out and reached for the rest of the branch that was left. My body bobbed in the water as I sobbed out for my friends to come and get me. I could feel blood coming out of my fingers as the pain beat down on me like wave.

I sniffled when I heard the familiar static of my radio. I reached for it only to feel emptiness. I searched around for it only to find that it was out of my reach. Floating on the water.

"Yo- where are you? We can't see you, shine your light." My smile broke through as I heard those words. I grabbed my light and quickly turned it off and on twice. My pain started to wash away into sickening fear and anxiety, it wasn't turning on anymore. I sobbed out pleading with whatever forced played over my life to not to kill me here. Then soft motor started to muffle over my sobs and flashing lights blinded my eyes instead of my tears. The boats. I could see our boats.

"Kaya! I'm here! Please! oh god thank you! Kaya! Kaya! Over Here Please!" I shouted, my voice was loud and full of pain. Full of relief. Full of fear. Filled with hope. I was finally going to get out of the water. I would be safe. I splashed my hand against the water making as much noise as possible. I joy over took my mind as all the lights turned over to me.

"There's something in the water!! Get me out! Please!" I saw the angry face of Kaya sticking the middle finger at me, but it quickly turned to shock. My face was full of fear and blood and sweat, the water around was dyed red and my suit was torn. I be horrified if I saw myself too.

I rested my head on my hands and chuckled a cry. Thank you, god. I felt grateful to the tree, to the root. Even though it was the main source of my pain it was the only comfort I had, the only thing keeping me safe. Keeping water out my lungs.

I looked back up with the largest smile. Then my gut rushed up to my throat as that disgusting smell wafted in the air. I covered my mouth to stop my self from throwing up and panicking. It was back. "Kaya! Kaya hurry!!" I saw his face suddenly in pure shock then he opened his mouth to say something, pointing out in the water but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't even see him properly, he was just a shining light.

A shooting pain was going through my entire body, my eyes were blurred and felt something thick was spilling on my face. I raised my hand to feel what it was but something overtook my arm. My shoulder was aching then suddenly burning. It was burning so bad I felt like I was on fire. I looked down and the root was pushed through my shoulder. I gasped out of pain as my breath couldn't be caught.

I looked up at Kaya, fearfully, painfully wanting him to save me. He was yelling something but all I could hear was a ringing. And that smell was so over bearing I couldn't even breath. When suddenly I couldn't see him anymore, I couldn't see anything.

I couldn't breathe either, all I felt was water and thick slimy hair tangling itself on my arms and legs. I screamed out and pulled against it. I was exhausted, the root was still in my back and now my shoulder. My leg was aching every time I moved. The suit wasn't any help either, the hair started to get tangled up with it. My head started to feel light and it feels like a match was lit in my throat as if smoke filled my lungs. I was going to drown.

I grabbed at my throat, I didn't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I wrapped my hands against the hair and pulled it off, I raised and stretched my legs farther than its hair could. My lunges started to burn it felt like they were about to explode. I freed myself and struggled to swipe, my muscles were screaming for me to stop. I kept moving up, I could see their lights shining in the water. I kept swimming up with just my arms and a single leg.

I felt something sharp dig itself into my leg and break apart in me. I screamed and looked down trying to pull it out. Suddenly something bite me. I pulled back and tried again but something kept biting me. I was running out of air, I reached down not caring about the biting anymore. My vision was starting to get blocked as the water got darker when I grasped whatever was in my leg.

I felt tears get wiped away by the water as I cried in pain, when i started to pull. Suddenly it felt like a searing hot iron was pressed into my leg as I pulled it out. I didn't give myself time to think before my body starting to swim up. Then I grabbed at my throat. I started to let water into my mouth. Then I passed out.

I suddenly didn't feel like swimming anymore, I'm in so much pain. I'm so tired.

I opened my eyes and before i can even regain consciousness I started to choked up water. I gasped for air and cried out as i doubled over in pain. I looked up to see Kaya he was soaking wet, and cry. I was in shock but suddenly I started to hear everything all at once.  The motor running, their loud yelling, the wind beating. I cried out and cover my ears.

Everyone was scrabbling around and the wind was still beating on me as we speed through the swap. They took the suit off me. It was like pounds of weight being shed. They quickly got to addressing my wounds, I could bearly feel anything I couldn't even hear them.

They were talking to me, putting pressure on my shoulder, dumping alcohol on my leg, showcasing my bone, they didn't touch the branch borrowed into my back but kept wincing at its sight. Trying to stop the blood loss the best they could.

I could barely move. I felt something move in my leg, I looked down. I saw something small, wriggle around. I shuddered and almost screamed out when I saw it. Then I felt a slight burn, it slowly build back my muscles. I jolted up and shivered, I looked around no one saw it. I studied it some more and covered it with my arm.

I calmed my heart, and looked up at Kaya. He looked different, in fact the world looked different, a different shade of color. Kaya held my hand and brushed my hair back and took care of the wound on my forehead. I looked down on my leg and saw more of the worm like things, I felt squeamish. But chuckled slightly when I couldn't see my bone any more.

I looked up at Kaya and smiled slightly. "I'll be just fine... We can all rest." He flashed me a smile but was stiff. "Yeah.. we can rest soon. Look the ships over there, you're gonna feel better in a bit I promise." I looked over and saw the ship. A smile creeped onto my face, tears wet my face. "All of us will rest soon."