"Munster? Oh... God, are you okay?"
Rand felt a faint sense of peace somewhere in his heart the moment he heard the voice, but his worries about the little monster made him have no time to pay attention to it.
He stretched out his hand with difficulty and touched Munster's direction in the dark.
He felt a clump of dense, soft things that felt like cold natural silk threads. After a while, Rand realized it wasn't silk, it was hair.
Rand's body stiffened for a while, and he tried to open his eyes, but the too dim room made him unable to see clearly.
His phone fell to the ground, wrapped in a cloud of mucus, and didn't respond.
"Rand..."
The stiffness of Rand's body was immediately noticed by the little monster in front of him, which whispered Rand's name. Rand could feel it close to him, the dank breath that fell on his cheek as it spoke. Immediately afterwards, Rand felt his hand being grasped by a cold and wet hand and lifted, pressing it against a soft skin.
That was Munster pressing Rand's hand on his face.
Rand felt his heart beating faster. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but his hand moved subconsciously. His fingers brushed lightly over Munster's now soft and smooth skin, groping its newly evolved face, from the contour of the chin to the bridge of the nose and the moist slightly parted lips, when his hand When he inadvertently brushed Munster's eyes, the other's slender eyelashes scratched in his palm.
Rand swallowed dryly.
The fine scales on Munster's face in memory, the extra pair of eyes and the split lips have all disappeared. He put down his hand, and his mind went blank for a while, but what he was sure about was that Munster's face now felt so similar to a human being, "God, shouldn't you be..."
Rand muttered to himself.
At this moment, a sound of electric current being connected rang out.
It was the kind of "hum-" sound, and for a moment Rand heard the sound of the appliances restarting, and all kinds of "click" and "di-di" sounded loudly in the apartment, the night he was in the living room. The lights flickered a few times and then came on softly and continuously.
Soft yellow light spread across the room, and Rand saw the creature in front of him.
His little monster, Munster, looks like...
The second half of his voice got stuck in his throat.
It was the face of an unusually strange man—that was Rand's first thought.
He looks a little bit similar to Vincent, just a little bit, his skin is white, pure white without a trace of blood, his eyebrows and eyelashes are also white, but under the thick eyelashes like wings are A pair of pure bright red eyes, the color like solidified blood filled its entire eye socket, like two blood-colored gems inlaid on a white marble sculpture.
However, at this time, there was a human warmth in the pair of gems. Munster blinked slowly, staring at Rand docilely and ingratiatingly. Its long hair, which Rand had stroked before, was dyed a pale gray silver, and it was now swaying gently like untidy seaweed under the deep water, scattered on his broad, muscular bulge. rear of the body.
Oh yes, it's also a lap bigger than before, a huge lap.
If Munster is just a character who appears in a work of art, whether it's a sculpture or a painting, or a popular movie and TV scene, its pale skin and deep outline match the blood-red eyes, it can be said that It is beautiful (of course, the kind of beauty with evil and twist).
However, when such a thing actually appears in reality, the first thing people can feel is definitely not beauty but horror.
Those pupils without any whites in their eyes... so clearly show their inhuman identity.
Yes, the current Munster does look a little more beautiful than the slimy monster before, but Rand finds himself starting to miss it before.
After all, when Munster leaned over like this, Rand almost instinctively wanted to step back.
He thinks that this may be some kind of uncanny valley effect... Or maybe it's the fusion of a little acquaintance with Vincent and monster elements on this face... All in all, when Munster wanted to come over as flattering as ever, Rand got goosebumps.
"Uh... hey... Munster..." he stammered, putting his hand on Munster's face, "I'm not ready, I mean, I think I need to get used to your present Looks like…”
"Don't you like the way I am now?"
Munster's blood-red eyes flickered, its voice full of sadness, and Rand noticed two bright red "moles" at the corners of his eyes, which were actually two tiny eyeballs protruding from the skin. It started, but the thing was turning around with great flexibility.
oh my god...
Rand fought back his psychological nausea and forced himself to adapt to it all.
"You look good now, really, much better than before but..."
But before Rand could finish speaking, Munster leaned in again, his face full of joy and eagerness, his long tail swaying on the ground in an S-shape as he made his move, and Attempt to wrap around Rand's body. It felt like a boa constrictor bigger than your waist was expressing his affection for you, touching but really oppressing the human spirit - Rand took a step back uncontrollably.
"Hey man, wait... wait, me, I think I need to calm down."
he said with difficulty.
"Rand you... don't like... am I right now?"
Munster fell on the ground, raised his head and stared at Rand's bloodless face, its hair was slumped down as if it had lost all vitality at this time, the overly obvious uneasiness fully hit Rand's heart. conscience.
He felt that he really should not have treated Munster this way.
It's not its fault it's like this!
Maybe aliens, or Atlanteans, will always be like this, just as humans grow up with annoying beards or enlarged breasts.
Munster is just degenerating.
Rand said to himself, then forced himself to lean towards Munster.
"I just think you've become a little different from before," Rand said, hesitating for a while, then raised his hand and patted Munster's head slightly.
A few strands of hair snuggled up and wrapped around his fingers at once.
"I... I thought you liked me better."
Munster said carefully watching Rand's expression.
"Well, I think you're looking pretty good... Look, at least you're talking better than before."
Rand suddenly realized this with hindsight: "Oh, wait, how did you do that..."
Munster opened his mouth to Rand, and a long blue tongue stuck out, it looked very nimble, with a small hole at the top.
It looks more like a human tongue than Munster's tongue, just a little bit longer... or "much longer".
Rand saw the tongue sticking out of Munster's mouth dance in the air like the tentacles of an octopus, and a small hole at the top shot out a transparent and viscous liquid, which Munster proudly told Lan. De show his newly evolved organs.
The scalp tingling came again, and Rand took a deep breath and forced Munster to retract his tongue into his mouth.
"For God's sake… "
he groaned softly.
He decides to accept this reality, but now the things he needs to consider are more serious.
Rand's eyes swept across the mess in the room.
Now he needs to disguise Munster's existence under FBI surveillance, and Munster is now more massive and destructive than before.
Rand doesn't know exactly how he can do this...
Maybe he should give up hiding
The thought flashed in Rand's mind for a moment and then disappeared.
Rand sighed, still dawdling and coquettish with Munster's huge body leaning on him. No one can deny Munster's dependence on him.
In any case, Rand thought, he wanted to protect Munster.
It was so pure and slender that Rand didn't want it to be harmed by humans.
In his tiny apartment on Pine Street, Rand broods over his future and that of Munster, when, unbeknownst to him, beneath his apartment, several inches of the road had been flooded with backwater, a Someone in a black Lincoln is also planning for Munster's future.
Laisha was leaning against the back seat of the car wearing a soft cashmere blanket. Her legs were itchy again. When she lifted her skirt, she found that some scale marks began to appear under the skin of her legs. There was some hardship but it wasn't enough for her to break the silence in the car.
In front of her, the "Prince" opened the car window a little, his elbows on the car window, the rain roaring down from the sky made half of his body wet, and on his wet skin Scales also appeared, and the ears, which had been hidden under the hair, were obviously deformed. About sixteen to eighteen centimeters of bone spines stretched out, and a thin film stretched between each bone spine. .
The "Prince" has been listening carefully to the movement in the apartment above the high-rise building - although any normal person, even with equipment, can only hear the sound of wind and rain on such a stormy night, but in " In Prince"'s ears, even Rand's slight gasp was as clear as it echoed in his ears.
He heard Rand take Munster to the bathroom, give it a bath, and finally take it back to the warm human bed, breathing gradually.
And it was even more impossible for him to ignore the series of sounds that came from Munster's throat after the human named Rand fell asleep.
Of course, this is the sound only "they" can hear.
"Oh my god… "
Laisha murmured vaguely behind him. Unlike the previous effort to keep quiet, she had a clear reaction not long after the inaudible voice sounded: her face flushed, her breathing Speeding up, some markings appeared on the surface of her skin. Her eyes became very confused, and she began to unconsciously hit the carriage with her body, trying to leave like a sleepwalker.
"Prince" curled his lips.
He closed the car window, then turned around and dragged Laisha back. He leaned into the ear of the staring girl and let out a squeezing squeal.
The girl's body trembled suddenly, and after a while, blood spilled from her ears, nose and mouth, but her eyes became much clearer.
"Me, what's wrong with me?"
She looked at the prince in shock, and she could clearly feel the unspeakable changes in her body.
The "Prince" calmly cast his eyes on the dark rain screen.
"You're just under the influence of that idiot's hormones... that idiot is courting. Damn, its hormones stinks so much that I'm throwing up."
said the prince.
Unlike his calm appearance, his heart was full of anger.
It never occurred to him that that idiot... that monster could sing its own courtship song like a complete wild siren.
The leader of the intact and healthy wild siren will sing this provocative song (of course, the song is only a pronoun) after meeting a mate, which represents courtship, and at the same time "sing", they will secrete secretions. A lot of sex hormones are released to promote the synchronization of partners with them.
Only young sirens who have reached maturity and are able-bodied have the opportunity to sing such a "song". What is even more strange is that any artificially cultivated sirens cannot possess this ability. This mechanism is very complex, and deep white researchers have been unable to decipher the mystery from beginning to end, and as a mermaid with human intelligence (at least the "Prince" himself thinks so), in its body the stuff that belongs to the A small part of Ren understands the so-called "Song of Siren" on this night.
It is an "understanding" that cannot be described in words.
That is courtship, that is affectionate talk, that is unreserved dedication, when a siren sings such a voice, it means that its whole body and mind are willing to be mastered by its partner.
In the world of sirens, there have also been unlucky sirens who were torn to shreds by their partners who disliked them after singing the song of courtship, and they would never have any harm even in the face of atrocities. Resist or struggle, because as soon as the lingering sound rolls down their throats, the object of their singing becomes their full owner.
This is far from the analogy of shallow courtship in the human world.
Siren's world is so cruel, the chances of getting and owning a partner he loves are extremely slim. Only by devoting all of your own to it, can you have a weak possibility of being favored by the other party.
… And the mermaid cultivated in the laboratory cannot meet the opportunity to stimulate this kind of courtship mechanism that goes against biological instinct.
However, at this moment, the idiot named Munster was singing a love song that belonged to a siren to a human who could not hear this voice at all.
The "Prince" suppressed his physical response to this voice, showing a cold and disgusting expression.
"Do we need to kill it? Lord 'Prince', don't you need to eat it to get enough energy to molt..."
Laisha covered her bleeding ears and said to the "Prince".
But the latter shook his head at her.
"Do not."
He says.
"We need to nurture that stupid thing..." whispered the "Prince". "The last molt before breeding is what I need. It's so stupid to choose its own mate, a human without estrus. .Raisha, we've got to figure out a way to get that human in tune with it."