(FICTION) Hunting Hilarity: An Eye-opening Excerpt.
- Daniel Meierer
- Aug 31, 2017
- 9 min read
WARNING: The story snippet below contains intensely graphic situations of a violent and gory nature. Also intense situations and just a generally fucked up situation.
Basically, your nightmares are your own fault should you proceed. I also do not condone this kind of behavior outside of a fictional world. Please ink responsibly.
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Lickyface is a character that is often on my mind. I always wanted to make a great old one like Lovecraft's greats. Nyarlethotep being my favorite and a constant inspiration, but there are many lovecraftian influences in the character's designs and behavior.
I feverishly wrote this in my notebook one night and have been mulling it over for a while. I figured typing up for this blog would let me have an excuse to unleash Lickypede on the masses! I am planning to expand on this post (and the Inky Blinky Blight snippet) to create a story about this bugger finally.
Thank you for reading! May Lickypede skitter through your hearts and minds.
The Malicious Maw
Hunting Hilarity
The cosmic entity loved to taunt its victim. Haunt its victim with its incessant. Fucking. Laughter.
Be the stifled snickerings from the mouths dotting the creature’s shoulder, like the beast was holding a earth shattering joke from their prey, or the haunting cackling the cracked from its fang encrusted maw. Jittering and chattering like a chucking chorus as the snickering merged with the laughter from the creature’s phonograph like mouth.
Lickypede’s centipede body coiled itself around its victim’s legs. The appendage’s multitude of legs crawling and tearing at their flesh and skin as it moved.along their body, shoving their legs and arms back in place forcefully, holding them down as the body tightened like a rope around them. Stopping just under their elbows, the open maw stretched across the bissected portion of the millipede half of the massive entity.
As the victim did its best to struggle and push the body away, they would feel layers of the body’s shell flake away. Merely layer after layer of coagulated blood and the entity’s inky, oily tar hardened to make the carapace. It may have been hard as armor, but the outer layers still seemed to be drying. Other areas seemed to being coated from the slobber that dribbled from the mouth eternally stretched open at the body’s front. This meant meaty clumps of gunk clung to their hand like mucus and dyed their skin like ink.
The creature would never stop it’s damning laughter.
Snickers would sputter into gasping gaffaws from the gnarled teeth twitching and oozing oil and tar from the twitching creature’s body. Specks of spittle spattering the victim and environment with the globs of syrupy oil. The stains, like the oils dripping in viscous globs from its oil coated body, would have a strange reflection. Like petrol in water, it spread the light that hit it into the color spectrum. Instead of a beautiful rainbow, something that would stain the victim’s mind like it would the surroundings would show itself.
Instead of bands, the colors of light would spread beyond the plane of the ink splotches would appear to be a chaotically cascading spectrum of dots in a 3d plane beyond the stain. As one moved, the image of ‘dots’ beyond it would appear to move like it was in reality a window to another plane. Closer inspection would prove those dots were, in reality, eyes suspended in the inky ocean beyond the reflection. All colored in a sequential rainbow, most staring out into reality, others moving about to focus on this and that.
Every drop of this sinister substance gave the illusion of a single one of these eyes suspended in the black oil as it fell to the ground, spreading into the all seeing spectrum as it hit the ground. Its laughter slowly ascending in tone. The many mouths adding to the massive mouth’s growling giggling. Adding tension, adding harmony. The threatening snickering almost turning into a song.
Two segments of the coiled body spread, exposing the victim’s stomach, the legs helpful in pushing away the fabric that’d otherwise obscure its target. From the darkness the centipede body’s gaping, teeth framed wound of a segment, the same technicolor spectrum of eyes peering out. The depth and darkness within the carapace became clear as a lumpy, writhing figure appeared from within. At first it almost looked like a hand groping for something to rab onto, reaching for eyes that were merely obscured by a hand that touched nothing. As the light hit it, it seemed to be merely an illusion. The figure flopping forward to reveal a dripping tongue, spreading a mixture of oil and pus around as it slithered along the carapace teeth. Examining its own teeth it would appear, before snaking its way down towards the victim’s stomach. Tickling and tracing it. Tasting their prey.
The spine that sprouted from the carapace’s mouth angled itself parallel to its victim’s torso. The tar that had coalesced into its upper body creating ehst passed for the emaciated being’s torso. Hardened as the body went up to the spasming claws and writhing, cackling head of the beast. It had positioned its coiling so it still towered over this, beginning to tilt forward causing the contaminated, concentrated syrup of rancid biological matter to pour over the victim's face. The scent powerful and dizzying, hitting the nose with a powerful sweetness like petrol that evolved into the rancid power of something that had decayed for centuries in a airtight container having never been open until this very moment directly into their nose.
It coated the room, it mader eyes water. It was a lingering stench that seemed to tell a story and every single bit of it made the recipient want to vomit and cry in a synchronized fashion. The victim’s frantically flopping head it roughly grabbed by the massive claw. The ink having hardened and stretched so the palm cupped the entirety of the side of their head like a normal hand could a cheek. Its elongated talons spreading themselves to clench around the entirety of their head. The index and middle talon parallel along their eye. The thumb caressing the chin. The other two did the job of threatening him by pushing the sharp points against the backish side of their neck and head. That hand was far from the victim’s concern.
Suspended above their head, powerless to pull away, the claw’s counterpart crept closer. The index finger pronounced, extended outwards with its target clearly the victim’s tear duct. Inch by inch they would struggle, their eyelid would flutter and twitch. It was to no avail. The claw crept closer at a hauntingly slow speed. Inch by inch the index claw filled their vision.
Octave by octave, that skin grating gaffaw grew thunderous.
The index finger hovered closer to the eye, but the lids twitching proved annoying. With the slow and gentle care of a designer with a scalpel, the claw sliced the flesh away. First one lid, then the other. LEaving it lying right on the eye, a shocking feeling. One the victim had never experienced, though that was nothing new in this encounter. It had been absolutely eye opening. Lickypede was sweet enough to save the victim from the strange experience of a wrinkled petal of flesh resting ever so delicately on the eye, cut so it was held only by being stuck to the wet ocular. With the tactfully tender tone, the tongue-esque tendril tipped towards their eyelid. Plucking it from their face and depositing into one of the mouths of their torso. The bottom lid soon follow.
The victim’s mouth, already fluttering like a flounder spouting screams and sniveling bargains, was forcibly kept open by the thumb dutifully position their. The digit roughly resting against the skin leaving them to gurgle and gasp out their plees.
Seems Lickyface was sick of this blubbering as well. With an index claw still hovering just centimeters from their now painfully exposed eyeball, the tip centered directly on the pupil, the beast let out a chunky slurry. Most of the pressured stream concentrated to the victim’s open mouth, but it began to hit all around their lips causing a flood to pool everywhere. It was hard to focus on that, as the taste was indescribable, yet their tongue couldn’t escape it. Everywhere it flopped and squirmed in an attempt to evade and escape the taste caused the fleshy tissue that held their tongue down to grow sore. From the new searing pain, like gasoline to a wound, coming from under their tongue, they were certain they might be endanger of it tearing off. Fearing literally swallowing it in order to escape the taste. Suicide by stomach acid.
Their eyes burned as it began to cloud and stain their vision and blinded them completely. The victim would find, as Lickyface graciously began to clean the one eye it seemed fixated on whenever the liquid pooled on it, that this substance continued to blind them after being cleaned. The whites themselves even seemed permanently stained, darkening a shade with each dunk.
The splatter left a clue as to what made up the sludge the creature vomited. Plucked eyeballs laid on the ground, their fleshy tendrils twitching and flopping like they were trying to escape. The tongues seemed to fare better in their attempts. Boney little mandibles having sprouted from the long, spongy mass. The tongues, looking more like centipedes as more and more legs sprouted like the sides, scampered off into the night leaving trails of the pus stained sludge in their wake.
Another of these tonguey centipedes was stuck to the side of the victim’s cheek. Like a trooper, it dug its sharp legs into the victim’s flesh to try and fight the torrent of noxious sludge. Sadly, thanks to Lickypede’s dislike for spilling, it took to using its threatening claw to fix this. A tendril hooks the cheek one after the other from mouth to jaw bone. The poor, stubborn centipede had been spliced right in half spreading a pussy, bloody mess into the sludge. Mouth now able to be forced open far beyond what a human was normally allowed, the torrent continued.
The victim gagged, gurgled, and gasped causing thick bubbles to form along the sides of their mouth. This would be only the beginning of their problems as that talon returned to their eye. Their fears realized as the creature was quick this time, fearing their eye would move. Determined to slice their eye directly along the center of the eye parallel to the horizon should they have been standing straight and able to see.
The pain of the cut mixed with the substance finally invading inside their ocular was a near enlightening experiencing. COming to terms with all their previous pains purely due to the overwhelming magnitude of this long feeling. It made every single broken bone and shattered heart seem like child’s play in comparison to the symphony of sensations they were experiencing now. Their system was similarly shocked, attempting to regurgitate the torrent back. A losing battle, but the attempt was obvious by how the victim spasmed and dry heaved. The wet hurks and gurks escaping through the tar bubbles covering their face.
Lickyface just could NOT have their gift being squandered like this. Luckily, the namesake implied a tongue of its own. Many, really, but the main one was the point at large here. The cosmic boogun thrust its tongue through the torrent of tar and bile, thickening with the target goal being to tamp the toxic transfusion towards their throat. Almost in a mockingly loving fashion the massive tendril would stroke and prod their. The eyeball that grew from the collection of crusty oil focused on this, first seemingly being used to play like a piercing. Only for tiny little arms to sprout and grab onto the tongue. Wrestling with it and clamping onto it as the tongue began burrowing towards the back of their mouth.
As the tongue began to force its way down the mark’s throat, the little inkling imp that was ripping their tongue from the bottom of their mouth began to shove the tongue towards their trachea to force the concoction down their trachea, as the massive tongue began to wiggle its way down their esophagus.
The imp, however, would have plucked itself from the tongue in order to lodge itself up towards the victims nasal cavity. Moving like a sentient blob, it would force the liquid inside their nasal cavity. To the victims horror, the acidic kerosene that seemed to coat their nostrils seemed to be growing something. Correction, it seemed to be causing something to grow from them.
A blemish could be felt in their nostril. One of the few muscle they still had much control over now, every twitch and flair caused them to become acutely aware of the painful lump. Acutely aware of this lump growing with every frantic movement. It was only a matter of second before this lump popped, causing a torrent of pus and blood to leak from their nostril like a particularly persistent bloody nose.
From the spot the boil burst, the patsy felt something moving in their skin. Through their pores and the cartilage just behind the wound. Something sprouting in their snot, snaking along the mucus and muscle as it searched for the way out. Something the imp was delight to direct it towards.
The victims one lone eye could see a tiny tongue sprout from their nose. Just barely as it twisted into view. Growing and sprouting slowly outward.
Worse, they could feel more blemishes bubbling up from their skin.
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