Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You mean the family she's not a big fan of, and the friends who she feels doesn't respect her?
All Things Devoured (Worm/DeadSpace)
- Thread starter UnwelcomeStorm
- Start date
Vindictus
XENO
- Location
- Texas
No offense, but it seems like most folks didn't think dinner was on the menu in regards to Emma either.
Didn't stop us from enjoying a steaming platter of finger-lickin-good revenge when we needed to engage in some stress eating, though.
...And that equates her to be willing to murder them how? Especially when she doesn't even like Taylor.
- Location
- Existance
"Don't think of it as killing them, Missy. I'm just going to make us whole."
- Location
- Russia
Now that I think about it, I think that people forgot a certain other body horror powered scourge of the universe when there was a "Necromorphs, Beast n' Onions" discussion.
Nobody thought about the Bydo for some reason.
Nobody thought about the Bydo for some reason.
The Bydo are way, way worse and powerful enough that it'd be a Game Over for the Worm-verse.
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
It's at least theoretically possible that we could incorporate the minds of the people we kill into our Brethren Moon final form. Sure, it's not ideal, but compared to humanity slowly dying out from S-class threats like the Endbringers?
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
*Reads through story so far*
Huh, this is pretty neat, I'm liking the humo-
*End of chapter 15*
Oh hey what the fuck.
Huh, this is pretty neat, I'm liking the humo-
*End of chapter 15*
Oh hey what the fuck.
IvanDead
My bones are made of schadenfreude.
- Location
- Brasil
Taylor: "That was what she said! Or tried to say."
17
UnwelcomeStorm
BARK! BARK! BARK!
- Location
- United States
17
[X]Hang out with: Vista
[X]Research Opportunity: Biohazard. [Creep] unlocked.
"Bored..."
I sighed, and dissolved a few more tendons into jelly. I was draped over the couch in the Wards' Commons, and letting increasing amounts of my flesh fill the area in as liquid a manner as I could manage. It was like blood-flavored molasses was slowly filling the room. I didn't see much need to bother with adding skin on the slow-motion meat fountain that was my torso, it'd be a waste of calories, so I watched the red goop puddle around the couch with few connective tissues to break up the uniform texture.
"Booooored..."
The only good news recently was that I was assigned to Console for monitoring Ward patrols, which was the next step in being assigned to excursions myself. So, 'good' news was in airquotes. Meanwhile, my main reason for attending Winslow was gone, and every day had become a slog, made worse by the fact that the PRT wanted its kid heroes to have a relatively high standard for grades. Today's crop of current and overdue homework was sitting on the low table in front of me. It was still a toss-up over what would reach the piles of papers and books first: some scrap of determination to just get it over with, or the rising tide of apathy.
It turned out to be neither, as Vista chose that moment to enter the Commons. She tripped on the sludge nearest the door, but managed to keep herself from falling face-first into the puddle. Good reflexes, that one. "What the hell is this?! Ugghhh, it's sticky!"
"I let my hair down and didn't know when to stop," I rasped at her. I gave her a boneless flail of one arm as a wave in greeting, too. I'm supposed to be nice, here. "It won't stick to you, s'fine."
"Deadpan, what--" Vista experimentally lifted one foot. Gore stretched out from her shoe like warm bubblegum, before finally snapping back to the creeping sludge before it could be separated from itself. I'm liking this new fluid mix I've come up with. Like a particularly slimy mold and a chameleon's tongue all in one. "Oh, god... Deadpan, can you not?"
"Ehhhhh... I mean, I could. But I'm trying to see how high I can get it, and if I pull myself together I'll have to start over." I declined to mention that the meatwell had slowed down to a trickle. This was a pretty large room, but I was still disappointed. I'm pretty sure I've eaten way more than this, so I guess there's a cap on how much I can pull from whatever other space exists in my stomach. I'll really need some practice if I want to reach the ceiling fans and experience brief, ill-conceived flight. Although...
I disengaged my head from the support of my spine, then rotated it to watch Vista grimace and struggle her way across the floor. "You think the cafeteria has any spare blenders or Salad Shooters?"
"I don't know, and I don't really care to know," Vista grumbled in my direction. "Are you the only one here?"
"Kid Win and Clockblocker are, but they didn't want to talk to me." I continue to side-eye Vista, idly wondering if she's too annoyed to feel guilt. I have nothing else better to do, so I may as well find out. "Not like that's new, though. I think you and Aegis are the only ones who've said more than six words to me."
I start drawing all my loose flesh back to me, leaving only a thin covering of veins and mucous on the floor, as it's just now occurred to me how much grit and dirt is in this carpet. I'll have to be slow in reclaiming the rest of my biomass if I want to filter all that crap out instead of taking it with me. Also, it seems like Vista is in a surly mood, because she doesn't even put up a token attempt at playing mediator. "Maybe if you'd stop going out of your way to look like a horror movie, you'd be more approachable."
I spend the fraction of a second it takes to realign my skeleton into something capable of movement trying to measure exactly how much spite Vista deserves right now. Then I give up, because if I'm going to fire back a rejoinder, I may as well go full-bore. I raise my voice enough to be heard over the snaps and pops of my bones and hiss, "What do you think I'm doing 90% of the time? Do you have to wear frilly pink dresses and carry a teddy bear when you're not here?"
"What? No."
"Because I have to keep up a disguise I hate when I'm not here. You think looking like a dead girl is normal, or easy? It's not. I have to use my power constantly to stay in one shape. It's exhausting." While I do have to hold my flesh in place, it's more annoying than anything. But a little exaggeration never hurt anybody. Except maybe Vista-- she flinches a bit. "And what does that get me? People whispering behind my back. Tabloid assholes following me if I go outside. Getting kicked out of public buildings if I dare to try and do anything normal."
"That's-- I didn't--"
"I thought this was supposed to be the one place I could relax and feel safe with my power."
"Deadpan, I--"
"Whatever. I'm gonna go be a horror movie in my room." I scuttle away on an odd-number of legs, ignoring Vista's protestations and leaving half the room still threaded with veins. I make sure to leave a few more behind me as I go, letting them snake under the small crack of my door so I can maintain a connection. I don't think it'd hurt to leave it behind, not for a while anyway, but that's not really the point. Once I'm safely locked away I let more flesh idly creep up the walls of my now acid-proofed room, and focus on building connecting nerves and thin cilia along the network I left behind. Vibrations are easy to pick up on this way, giving me some vague thoughts of finally building a better rat-trap, but hearing requires a bit more tweaking. I don't get it quite right until Vista is at the end of a conversation with someone, and since I didn't feel anyone walk by it must be over a phone. She sounds upset.
Mission accomplished, then. Her footsteps soon take her back towards the exit of the Commons, then out of my range of detection. If I had to guess, she might be off to see Miss Militia, her mentor. Time will tell if this will come back to bite me, but I guess for a little while at least I can pin the blame of any irritability on Emma. Nice of her to be so supportive. I open my ribcage and try adding some keratin around one of the bones, then adjust pigments until it's just the right shade. It's easier than I thought. The flesh remembers.
My network of thin strands hears a door open and shut, followed by footsteps a bit heavier than Vista's. I don't need my pseudo-ears to help me overhear Clockblocker discover my leavings. "Oh god, what the hell is this?! Nnngahhh, it's sticky!"
On reflex, I wrap several of the mucous-slicked veins around Clockblocker's foot, and hear a startled yell in response. In a blink, I can feel two or three people in the Commons, and hear Gallant knocking at my door and calling out to me. Goddamn, this meatmoss is just the gift that keeps on giving.
* * *
I do get into a little bit of trouble for grabbing Clockblocker's foot. Well, 'trouble.' Getting to mess with the PRT scientists some more is infinitely more interesting than doing my homework, so if Assault thinks this is going to dissuade me from pulling similar stunts in the future, he should probably brush up on what behavioral conditioning means. Either way, it seems he or at least his bosses are becoming a tad bit Concerned(tm) about me coming up with new ways to hassle my co-workers. Or potentially trap living prey. One of the two. Personally, I'm pretty pleased about it. I am also, to my surprise, pretty pleased about being given free reign to move around the large testing facility in the depths of the Rig. I've never really had so much space to move around in before. As it turned out, that clear slime I put in the meatmoss was something I'd been using to line the inside of any acid-sacs I grew, but apparently when mixed with the undifferentiated slurry I can vomit up, it becomes a powerful adhesive. So naturally I was now stuck to the ceiling by a rope of stretchy intestines, and was swinging around. If letting the scientists poke and prod at a few scraps of flesh is what it takes to get this, I'm fine with that.
"Okay, but Deadpan, I'm serious, here," the rather harried-looking Assault called up to me. I wonder how much paperwork I pulled him away from. "You understand why you can't play pranks like that?"
"Yes, okay, I get it. Jeeze, I just thought it'd be funny. I wasn't the one who held him there for ten minutes, he did that to himself." Pretty sure I overheard one of the scientists wondering if the duration of Clockblocker's time-stops can be predicted based on how scared he is. I figure having to test that is enough comeuppance for tattling on me. Plus, again, having all this space to mess around in. I flex my anchored flesh to stop my momentum, then start pumping more meat out of my stomach and into a balloon formed of repurposed skin hanging from my arms. The weight pulls me down almost to the floor before I deliberately sever it, and the meatball splatters while I go sailing upwards. Boing!
I catch sight of Assault's face and put in some effort to slow my movements again. It's hard to tell with his mask exactly what he might be feeling, but if he keeps grimacing like that, his face is going to get stuck. Good thing I understand basic behavioral conditioning. I decide to throw him a bone; figuratively, anyway. "Hey, Assault?"
"Yes?"
"Can we come back here sometimes? I've never really gotten to play around with my power like this before. It's fun." I am my own jungle gym; some assembly required.
"O-oh... really?" The grimace softens a bit. Good. "Why not?"
"I've been dead for months but I was always too busy trying to keep myself fed with rats. This is nice."
"Well-- sure, Deadpan. We can come back. Maybe you'd like to do some teamwork exercises too?" He sounds so hopeful. I just bet my co-workers would love to oblige. I assure him I'd be fine with that, then return to swinging. I really like this vantage point. People don't tend to look up. Animals do, though. Maybe I could ask the scientists for some of those raccoons and such they had, or some other critters to try and trap. Some more snacks would be nice, too.
I'm hungry...
[ ]Find a source of biomass (write-in)
...and restless.
[ ]Do something? (Write-in)
Spend time with someone?
[ ]Who? (Write-in)
[X]Hang out with: Vista
[X]Research Opportunity: Biohazard. [Creep] unlocked.
"Bored..."
I sighed, and dissolved a few more tendons into jelly. I was draped over the couch in the Wards' Commons, and letting increasing amounts of my flesh fill the area in as liquid a manner as I could manage. It was like blood-flavored molasses was slowly filling the room. I didn't see much need to bother with adding skin on the slow-motion meat fountain that was my torso, it'd be a waste of calories, so I watched the red goop puddle around the couch with few connective tissues to break up the uniform texture.
"Booooored..."
The only good news recently was that I was assigned to Console for monitoring Ward patrols, which was the next step in being assigned to excursions myself. So, 'good' news was in airquotes. Meanwhile, my main reason for attending Winslow was gone, and every day had become a slog, made worse by the fact that the PRT wanted its kid heroes to have a relatively high standard for grades. Today's crop of current and overdue homework was sitting on the low table in front of me. It was still a toss-up over what would reach the piles of papers and books first: some scrap of determination to just get it over with, or the rising tide of apathy.
It turned out to be neither, as Vista chose that moment to enter the Commons. She tripped on the sludge nearest the door, but managed to keep herself from falling face-first into the puddle. Good reflexes, that one. "What the hell is this?! Ugghhh, it's sticky!"
"I let my hair down and didn't know when to stop," I rasped at her. I gave her a boneless flail of one arm as a wave in greeting, too. I'm supposed to be nice, here. "It won't stick to you, s'fine."
"Deadpan, what--" Vista experimentally lifted one foot. Gore stretched out from her shoe like warm bubblegum, before finally snapping back to the creeping sludge before it could be separated from itself. I'm liking this new fluid mix I've come up with. Like a particularly slimy mold and a chameleon's tongue all in one. "Oh, god... Deadpan, can you not?"
"Ehhhhh... I mean, I could. But I'm trying to see how high I can get it, and if I pull myself together I'll have to start over." I declined to mention that the meatwell had slowed down to a trickle. This was a pretty large room, but I was still disappointed. I'm pretty sure I've eaten way more than this, so I guess there's a cap on how much I can pull from whatever other space exists in my stomach. I'll really need some practice if I want to reach the ceiling fans and experience brief, ill-conceived flight. Although...
I disengaged my head from the support of my spine, then rotated it to watch Vista grimace and struggle her way across the floor. "You think the cafeteria has any spare blenders or Salad Shooters?"
"I don't know, and I don't really care to know," Vista grumbled in my direction. "Are you the only one here?"
"Kid Win and Clockblocker are, but they didn't want to talk to me." I continue to side-eye Vista, idly wondering if she's too annoyed to feel guilt. I have nothing else better to do, so I may as well find out. "Not like that's new, though. I think you and Aegis are the only ones who've said more than six words to me."
I start drawing all my loose flesh back to me, leaving only a thin covering of veins and mucous on the floor, as it's just now occurred to me how much grit and dirt is in this carpet. I'll have to be slow in reclaiming the rest of my biomass if I want to filter all that crap out instead of taking it with me. Also, it seems like Vista is in a surly mood, because she doesn't even put up a token attempt at playing mediator. "Maybe if you'd stop going out of your way to look like a horror movie, you'd be more approachable."
I spend the fraction of a second it takes to realign my skeleton into something capable of movement trying to measure exactly how much spite Vista deserves right now. Then I give up, because if I'm going to fire back a rejoinder, I may as well go full-bore. I raise my voice enough to be heard over the snaps and pops of my bones and hiss, "What do you think I'm doing 90% of the time? Do you have to wear frilly pink dresses and carry a teddy bear when you're not here?"
"What? No."
"Because I have to keep up a disguise I hate when I'm not here. You think looking like a dead girl is normal, or easy? It's not. I have to use my power constantly to stay in one shape. It's exhausting." While I do have to hold my flesh in place, it's more annoying than anything. But a little exaggeration never hurt anybody. Except maybe Vista-- she flinches a bit. "And what does that get me? People whispering behind my back. Tabloid assholes following me if I go outside. Getting kicked out of public buildings if I dare to try and do anything normal."
"That's-- I didn't--"
"I thought this was supposed to be the one place I could relax and feel safe with my power."
"Deadpan, I--"
"Whatever. I'm gonna go be a horror movie in my room." I scuttle away on an odd-number of legs, ignoring Vista's protestations and leaving half the room still threaded with veins. I make sure to leave a few more behind me as I go, letting them snake under the small crack of my door so I can maintain a connection. I don't think it'd hurt to leave it behind, not for a while anyway, but that's not really the point. Once I'm safely locked away I let more flesh idly creep up the walls of my now acid-proofed room, and focus on building connecting nerves and thin cilia along the network I left behind. Vibrations are easy to pick up on this way, giving me some vague thoughts of finally building a better rat-trap, but hearing requires a bit more tweaking. I don't get it quite right until Vista is at the end of a conversation with someone, and since I didn't feel anyone walk by it must be over a phone. She sounds upset.
Mission accomplished, then. Her footsteps soon take her back towards the exit of the Commons, then out of my range of detection. If I had to guess, she might be off to see Miss Militia, her mentor. Time will tell if this will come back to bite me, but I guess for a little while at least I can pin the blame of any irritability on Emma. Nice of her to be so supportive. I open my ribcage and try adding some keratin around one of the bones, then adjust pigments until it's just the right shade. It's easier than I thought. The flesh remembers.
My network of thin strands hears a door open and shut, followed by footsteps a bit heavier than Vista's. I don't need my pseudo-ears to help me overhear Clockblocker discover my leavings. "Oh god, what the hell is this?! Nnngahhh, it's sticky!"
On reflex, I wrap several of the mucous-slicked veins around Clockblocker's foot, and hear a startled yell in response. In a blink, I can feel two or three people in the Commons, and hear Gallant knocking at my door and calling out to me. Goddamn, this meatmoss is just the gift that keeps on giving.
* * *
I do get into a little bit of trouble for grabbing Clockblocker's foot. Well, 'trouble.' Getting to mess with the PRT scientists some more is infinitely more interesting than doing my homework, so if Assault thinks this is going to dissuade me from pulling similar stunts in the future, he should probably brush up on what behavioral conditioning means. Either way, it seems he or at least his bosses are becoming a tad bit Concerned(tm) about me coming up with new ways to hassle my co-workers. Or potentially trap living prey. One of the two. Personally, I'm pretty pleased about it. I am also, to my surprise, pretty pleased about being given free reign to move around the large testing facility in the depths of the Rig. I've never really had so much space to move around in before. As it turned out, that clear slime I put in the meatmoss was something I'd been using to line the inside of any acid-sacs I grew, but apparently when mixed with the undifferentiated slurry I can vomit up, it becomes a powerful adhesive. So naturally I was now stuck to the ceiling by a rope of stretchy intestines, and was swinging around. If letting the scientists poke and prod at a few scraps of flesh is what it takes to get this, I'm fine with that.
"Okay, but Deadpan, I'm serious, here," the rather harried-looking Assault called up to me. I wonder how much paperwork I pulled him away from. "You understand why you can't play pranks like that?"
"Yes, okay, I get it. Jeeze, I just thought it'd be funny. I wasn't the one who held him there for ten minutes, he did that to himself." Pretty sure I overheard one of the scientists wondering if the duration of Clockblocker's time-stops can be predicted based on how scared he is. I figure having to test that is enough comeuppance for tattling on me. Plus, again, having all this space to mess around in. I flex my anchored flesh to stop my momentum, then start pumping more meat out of my stomach and into a balloon formed of repurposed skin hanging from my arms. The weight pulls me down almost to the floor before I deliberately sever it, and the meatball splatters while I go sailing upwards. Boing!
I catch sight of Assault's face and put in some effort to slow my movements again. It's hard to tell with his mask exactly what he might be feeling, but if he keeps grimacing like that, his face is going to get stuck. Good thing I understand basic behavioral conditioning. I decide to throw him a bone; figuratively, anyway. "Hey, Assault?"
"Yes?"
"Can we come back here sometimes? I've never really gotten to play around with my power like this before. It's fun." I am my own jungle gym; some assembly required.
"O-oh... really?" The grimace softens a bit. Good. "Why not?"
"I've been dead for months but I was always too busy trying to keep myself fed with rats. This is nice."
"Well-- sure, Deadpan. We can come back. Maybe you'd like to do some teamwork exercises too?" He sounds so hopeful. I just bet my co-workers would love to oblige. I assure him I'd be fine with that, then return to swinging. I really like this vantage point. People don't tend to look up. Animals do, though. Maybe I could ask the scientists for some of those raccoons and such they had, or some other critters to try and trap. Some more snacks would be nice, too.
I'm hungry...
[ ]Find a source of biomass (write-in)
...and restless.
[ ]Do something? (Write-in)
Spend time with someone?
[ ]Who? (Write-in)
- Location
- Actually pretty lost
[X]Find a source of biomass (Fugly Bob's Challenger burger)
StitchLips
Cannot be killed in any way that matters
- Location
- Around
Spend time with someone?
[X]Dad. been to long since me and the old man had a chat. Wonder how he's doing with everything?
[X]Dad. been to long since me and the old man had a chat. Wonder how he's doing with everything?
outwrangle
Postmaster General
- Location
- Iowa
- Pronouns
- She/Her
She's getting lonely. Let's get her some positive social interaction before she starts making imaginary friends.
Spend time with someone?
[X]Dad. been to long since me and the old man had a chat. Wonder how he's doing with everything?
Inq. Halbread
Angry Physicist Robot
- Location
- Somewhere where there is no. (South Africa)
What we don't know is that the sheer amount of fatty acids in that burger will give Taylor the secret Puker Strain of Necromorph.
- Location
- Georgia, US
- Pronouns
- He/Him
As someone who recently found and read the thread I have to say that I love this story and I'm quite happy that it's still alive
[X]Find a source of biomass (Ask the scientists to test the diversity of what actually constitutes viable biomass to feed you with, and see if they can find a limit to what you can feasibly consume)
[X]Find a source of biomass (Ask the scientists to test the diversity of what actually constitutes viable biomass to feed you with, and see if they can find a limit to what you can feasibly consume)
beast_regards
[Censored]
- Location
- Valid Location
[X]Find a source of biomass (Ask the scientists to test the diversity of what actually constitutes viable biomass to feed you with, and see if they can find a limit to what you can feasibly consume)
Inq. Halbread
Angry Physicist Robot
- Location
- Somewhere where there is no. (South Africa)
[X]Find a source of biomass (Ask the scientists to test the diversity of what actually constitutes viable biomass to feed you with, and see if they can find a limit to what you can feasibly consume)
beast_regards
[Censored]
- Location
- Valid Location
Imaginary friends are good enough. Perhaps she will be able to talk with players directly
- Location
- norway
I'm hungry...
as someone without a great deal of necromorph knowledge, this might be impossible, but the comment just made it seem like a thing
Spend time with someone?
[X]Emma. its been so long, we should see how she is doing now that we are reunited
yes, it is evil, but we have been rather preoccupied With Our old BFF
[X]Find a source of biomass (Ask the scientists to test the diversity of what actually constitutes viable biomass to feed you with, and see if they can find a limit to what you can feasibly consume)
...and restless.
[X] Find and apologize to Clockblocker. You might be a horror show, but that is no excuse for acting like one.
...and restless.
[X] Find and apologize to Clockblocker. You might be a horror show, but that is no excuse for acting like one.
as someone without a great deal of necromorph knowledge, this might be impossible, but the comment just made it seem like a thing
Spend time with someone?
[X]Emma. its been so long, we should see how she is doing now that we are reunited
yes, it is evil, but we have been rather preoccupied With Our old BFF
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- Location
- Canada
Spend time with someone?
[X]Dad. been to long since me and the old man had a chat. Wonder how he's doing with everything?
[X]Dad. been to long since me and the old man had a chat. Wonder how he's doing with everything?
