Location: Pine Street Apartments, Kansas, USA
Time: 03:00AM
The silver moonlight slanted into Rand's apartment.
Rand is sleeping.
It's been a while since he found Munster nesting under his bed, and Rand was so unsure that roughing it out would be the right decision - so he finally decided to acquiesce to it under his bed. nest.
After observing for a long time, Rand fell asleep as usual... He thought it would be an ordinary night (except for an extra creature under the bed, but it was just his pet after all.)
The curtain was not drawn, and the faint silver light curtain shrouded the man with his eyes closed on the bed. On the dark blue mattress, his flesh, rendered white by the dim moonlight, looked like ivory jewelry in a blue velvet jewelry box. Rand's eyes are closed, and the lashes cast a shadow under them, but his cheekbones are unnaturally flushed at this time, and if you look closely, you can hear his breathing getting faster and heavier...
It was a shining dream, for Rand.
Like all men, the dream brought sweet impulses, and his muscles were tensing unconsciously, turning over frequently to adjust his posture, and his long, thin fingers clenched the soft sheets under him. As for the fingertips are white.
It's just a situation that the average man often encounters... if you can ignore that obviously wrong smell in the air.
It smelled somewhat similar to the little monster that Rand was getting used to, but overall, it was quite different.
The smell got stronger, it smelled so rich, if Rand was still awake he would have felt that the air had become as sticky as gum, it was hard to tell if it was a scent or a stink, it smelled. Up... like the purest hormonal smell.
Yep, that kind of smell that makes your body heat up, your blood flows faster, and you want to do something.
And Rand's current situation, no doubt, is precisely because of this taste.
A few muffled moans leaked from Rand's wet, rosy lips, his Adam's apple rolling, his eyeballs quivering rapidly under his lids.
Then he finally woke up from the deep sleep because of that strong feeling.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and an unusual sense of loss of power remained in his body.
For a moment he even felt like he was still dreaming, because he felt as if his body was falling into an infinitely sticky sea of gelatin. He realizes he should get up and change himself into a pair of dry underwear, but his body is as soft as spaghetti that has been cooked for forty minutes, unbelievably soft. He couldn't make any effort except to breathe—oh no, even breathing was so hard.
Rand can smell that smell now, after all, the smell has become stronger, they are like some kind of real thing, as Rand breathes into his lungs, slows his body down Slowly, Rand's stomach was nauseous at the smell.
This is not normal.
Rand clearly realized this.
Something is wrong...
He bit his lip hard, he tasted some blood, but he didn't feel any pain, even though he felt every inch of his skin was burning like fire.
Maybe a fever, or some strange illness
Rand was deeply confused about the state of his body - he didn't think the fever would lead to something else...
During the struggle, he turned over reluctantly, and just this act made his heart beat faster again, the fragrant smell made him dizzy, and he was only a little bit away from losing control of his body again. .
However, after all, it was a little bit worse-because Rand heard the slight breathing.
No, that wasn't even breathing... it was the sound of something wet rubbing against something regularly.
Rand tried to hold his breath, and he even began to suspect that the sound was coming from himself - you know people's chests make some weird noises when they have a high fever, and their cluttered heads always give different answers. All kinds of wrong judgments.
He only held his breath for a few seconds, because after a few seconds, the mattress behind him visibly sank, and the springs made a little "crunch-crunch-" under the mattress.
Rand felt his heart beat faster, and he felt as if his brain was about to freeze, going blank.
The heavy breathing became very obvious. Rand didn't know if the "that person" behind him heard it. Time seemed to be very slow at this moment.
The little sound of the mattress shaking and the wet rubbing sound that made the hair on the back get closer.
Amid Rand's increasingly tense breathing, another wet voice mingled in - it sounded like a giant wet tongue against fat lips.
who is it
Rand wanted to ask, thinking it might be better to pretend he was still asleep, but he knew there was no way he could fake it, his heart was beating so fast, thumping like every organ was on his ribs Tap danced.
There's a cell phone under his pillow, but Rand's limp body puts him in a crisis situation - he doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
And to make matters worse, Rand suddenly realized that his body was more tightly shrouded in another untimely passion.
It's very weird, but it really happened.
He swears that the thing between his legs has never been harder than this moment, and yet his sanity is clearer than ever that he is in danger now.
The heat of his body was heating up with the richer aura, and Rand had to bite the muscles in his cheeks desperately while feeling the crisis so as not to make some gaffes. His vision was blurred by this intense physical and mental struggle.
The "person" was getting closer, and Rand couldn't turn his head, but out of the corner of his eye he could see a shadow leaning over, looking down at Rand.
The sound of "Zizi" water was accompanied by a strong fishy smell, as well as that strange fragrance, like an invisible thick wool blanket covering Rand completely, he couldn't even breathe well.
A drop of warm liquid landed on Rand's face.
Rand didn't notice that at first, but soon the liquid dripped more densely on him - face, shoulders, arms, belly...
It's a gooey thing, like some kind of mucus, with the same smell and hot and humid temperature, it's like... some kind of creature's saliva, I must say.
Rand felt very disgusted, the mucus felt maddening when it ran across the naked skin, and what was even more damning was that Rand's hot skin was more sensitive than ever, and the touch of them slowly sliding down was terrifyingly clear. Degree.
Rand opened his mouth and let out a retching, his first reaction was that a pervert had burst into his apartment, but when he finally struggled to tilt his head.
Something far beyond the word "pervert" appeared in his field of vision.
It looks like some kind of animal that will only appear in the "strange creatures of the world" reveal, it has two very large eyes, the pupils occupy the entire orbit, and there are two red eyeballs on either side of the eyes , the translucent nictitating membrane vibrates.
Its forehead and cheeks were covered with pale blue scales, and under its face, there was a narrow slit that ran across its entire face—that was its mouth.
Rand knew this because... After noticing Rand's gaze, "it" opened the crack at Rand, and Rand was able to see the fine teeth there, and the There are two insect-like mouthparts on both sides of the cheeks, and translucent tentacles similar to the texture of jellyfish dangle slightly near the mouthparts.
As the tentacles rubbed the mouthparts, Lander saw a large amount of mucus being secreted. He finally saw clearly what those things were dripping on him. Now they were no longer drop by drop, the slime pooled in a stream of water that poured over Rand in a continuous stream. Despite Rand's efforts to avoid it, some mucus entered his mouth, which was salty and had a peculiar fishy smell.
The mucus soon became thicker when it came into contact with the air, it solidified slightly, and finally formed a film that was more like a film on the surface of Rand's body.
Breathing became more difficult, especially for Rand, who was so limp, and he was very embarrassed to breathe with his mouth open... And "it" was especially happy about this situation. It even brought its terrifying face closer, those tentacles shaking, rubbing its mouthparts harder - and after a while Rand suddenly realized what it meant by this behavior .
"It" wanted to get the mucus into Rand's mouth.
"… no no… "
Rand felt like he was screaming, but the muffled voice actually sounded like those weak moans.
"It"'s mouth widened—in fact, it had learned this unfamiliar muscle movement through careful observation.
If "it" were a little more human, Rand might have seen that it was actually a smile.
In reality, of course, Rand only saw the tongue popping out from the depths of "it"'s mouth—it was blue, wet and had unidentified sunflower-like forks on its surface.
The forks swayed and slid across Rand's desperately swaying face.
"It" attempted to shove the thing into Rand's mouth.
Arguably, this was the key to making Rand explode—or rather, the behavior of "it" allowed Rand's survival instincts to triumph over the physical weakness of those awful smells.
One of his hands rubbed onto the bedside table, and he gripped the brass lamp on the bedside table.
When the disgusting monster spit at him again, Rand gathered all the strength in his body and smashed the two thousand dollar lamp on "it"'s head viciously.
"It" feels like smashing an industrial part with steel on the inside and rubber on the outside.
Rand clearly felt the rebound, which dropped the lamp in his hand to the ground.
The monster looked up suddenly, it didn't seem to be hurt - Rand only had time to see what appeared to be two things on "it" head, one of which was now drooping softly - but it looked stunned stunned, looking startled.
Rand took this opportunity to roll to the ground, he held his breath just now, and then found that after rejecting the strangely scented air, he seemed to regain some strength, and then he stumbled into the distance from himself. Inside the nearest door.
That's the bathroom.
His heartbeat had never been faster, the time was actually only a short moment, but Rand felt that the moment was longer than ever, and he felt as slow as a snail. The only good thing is that the monster's reaction was slower than he thought, and it didn't turn his head to look at Rand until Rand had already rushed into the bathroom.
"Haw...haw..."
It made some odd, low noises and slid in Rand's direction.
Oh yes, "slip" to come.
Rand found that its lower body was wriggling in an S shape on the ground like some kind of snake, but it also made it move quickly.
When Rand pressed his shoulder against the door and slammed the door shut, it was less than thirty centimeters away from Rand.
Rand could even see the light reflected from its four eyes, and it was like a beast, and the eyes reflected a shimmer in such dark shadows. A strong fishy smell hits the face - and the door closes.
"Crack-"
The door lock is locked.
It was only then that Rand slid weakly to the ground, his vision darkened by the lack of oxygen.
But the mood was not relaxed at all.
"bang bang bang..."
"bang bang bang..."
…
The sound of the thing slamming on the door almost didn't stop after closing, and Rand leaned his back against the bathroom door, feeling the door vibrate.
God, please make this door stronger...
There was only this thought in his head, and he had spent his whole life praying for it.
However-
"Crack..."
A few seconds later, the sound of wood cracking rang in his ears.
Rand's figure stiffened.
He turned his head slowly, slowly, just to see a blue tongue rushing back like a snake.
And right next to his right ear, a hole with a diameter of about five centimeters appeared on the door panel, and there was still white wood stubble on the edge of the hole.
…
The loud slamming outside the door stopped, a kind of silence... The silence that made people feel cold behind them suddenly came here.
It was as if all of a sudden there was only one sound left in the world, Rand's own breathing.
He waited for a long time, but suddenly there was no movement outside.
However, it is this quietness, like a high-hanging knife, that will only make people feel that time is more tormented, because no one knows when the blade will suddenly fall and stay.
Cold sweat appeared on Rand's forehead.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath.
Then, trembling, he brought his eyes closer to the hole... He wondered what was going on outside.
- He saw another eyeball.
Red dripping rolling eyes.
That is "it".
"It" was watching Rand outside the door.
"Oh, God-"
Catching the terrifying sight, Rand fell to the ground. He didn't even have the strength to get up. He could only maintain the posture of sitting on the ground and slowly move back with his hands.
He had absolutely no idea why such a terrifying scene would appear to him.
"Go away!"
Rand couldn't help roaring at the monster. In fact, he knew that this weak shouting had no effect, but he just couldn't help it.
"Go away, you monster!"
Rand doesn't even think that the monster can understand human words, he swears that in the future in the movie theater (if he has a chance to appear in the movie theater), he will never laugh at those who only shout at monsters or ghosts. Called the blond heroines—he felt them deeply now.
And it is precisely because of this panic that at the very beginning, Rand even thought that the word was just his hallucination.
"Lan...Lan...Rand..."
A muffled voice came from behind the door.
Then, "it" was repeated.
"Lan... De... "