He has taken everything away from me. My studies, my research, my public image… my reputation… but most of all… my family and now I am trapped in a limbo. In a limbo I used to call my lab. A limbo which I have to escape. I have no chance of staying alive if I stay here… I will die of hunger. But If I go out there… If I pass the 5 rooms ahead… I might just… survive.
I quickly run across the room, in the middle of my way to the door, I stop. My family… If they’re not there then they must be… no. It can’t be true… He might be evil but- My flow of thoughts were interrupted by a video recording which played as I accidentally stepped on a remote which was lying on the floor. What played on screen… was… horrifying. My Family, they were being used for experiments with my own vials… oh no. I saw each and one of them collapse in front of me as they turned into a goopy mess of body horror as each vial of Amalgamate was injected into their blood stream. All that could be heard were screams of agony each one more painful to hear than the first. I then saw him throw the bodies… the liquefied bodies… into the 5 rooms which seemed to be ahead of me. The screen went black for a second then it turned back on, and that was when something bizarre happened… I saw the liquid trail just slip through the doors and assumedly returned to its owner. I continue my escape but in a more slower pace. I reach my hand to the door knob “this is it.”
I see Greg, my 10 year old son in the room, sitting on a wooden chair, his face facing away from me, mumbling. “Thank god you’re alright! I almost thought you died!” I say in relieve to him but nobody answered… “Hey, Greg is everything okay?” “Everyone is okay, and alive, we are all doing well” “Greg, what’s going on?” I run to my son in worry only to see it again. As I walked to him, he turned his head to my direction to see that there was a hole in the place his face formerly was in. “we’re okay” “we’re okay” starts chanting those words repeatedly and starts to… “walk” to me. All I saw was a big goop of blood slide to me with anthromorphic features such as a head with a hole and some arms sticking out… reaching… I back in horror and shock as he slides to me and reaches his arms to me. “We’re okay” he chants in a lower pitched voice. He starts grabbing my face with his melting arms then looks at me with those sad non-existent eyes… pleading for help. In fear, I try to escape… but I can’t … He has absorbed me with his melting skin and blood. I feel my lab coat in hopes of a weapon, a knife was felt, so I took it and stabbed him…again…and again… and again all in fear. He starts retracting from me… “It worked!” I tell myself in relieve, “we’re okay” I hear in denial from the melting body parts of my son. Some parts of the blob starts solidifying into the shape of an arm with a pointed end… identical to the knife I was holding... he grows six of them and transforms into some-sort of a spider. He then stares at me with that hole in a more intent and pitiful way. I decided to try something, something risky, something… fatherly I walk up to him, and just as he was about to impale me, I hug him. It just came to my mind to hug him. He then sank to the floor in the same manner wax would if exposed to heat, He liquefies more into a puddle of blood… all that was left of him was head, still with that gruesome hole in the place of his face. It chanted “we’re okay” one more time and stopped moving. I walk through his remains, in shock and sadness ofcourse, and placed my hand on the next door.
In my presence was my daughter “Red,” she thrashing about in the room breaking almost everything inside it. She didn’t speak like Greg, instead, she just growled again and again. She looked normal, nothing was melting, the only thing out of the ordinary however were her mouths. In the place of her hair, including the small invisible one on your skin , eyes, nose, ears stood mouths. Opening and closing chanting those words she continued until she caught sight of me… she paused for a moment, turned her head to me and started growling again but in a lower pitched tone identical to the one of Greg. She started to chase me in an attempt to devour me. I run in fear, shock and adrendaline. She was chasing after me and she wasn’t getting slower, I look around the room to spot a conveniently placed lamp, I quickly run to it. As I run to it, I look behind me only to see here gaining speed, I take the lamp and threw it at her in hopes to set her ablaze. She did and started screaming and growling in pain, “hah… finally” I thought to myself as I was ready to go the next level of hell. As I wrap my hands around the knob I hear the words “ n o t t h i s t i m e “ I quickly spin my head to see her breathing on my neck with her many mouths. She opens her mouth and I apologize with tears running down my face in an attempt to make her stop. It worked.. . Her mouths started to whisper “ thank you” until she started to liquefy to a puddle of blood. I walk slowly to the next room.
Only to reveal my wife, or what used to be her… all I could see were her too hands and the rest of her body formed and contorted into a table. “ hold… me… “ she whispered only enough for me to hear. “…hold… me…” she started. In tears I run to her and hold her. “Ellen! Ellen!” I shout to her “Is that you?” but the only answer I received where her hands tightening around mine then slowly sinking down to the ground. “If I fall… you will too” “An eye for an eye… and ear for an ear… a life for a life" she started to “absorb me” down… down… down I go. Is this death? Am I dead? Have I fallen down? “I love you” I say to my wife. “I… love… you… too” she whispers as she starts pulling me back up with her deformed body. “thank you…” were her final words as she started to liquefy. I walk to the door knob slowly, “Goodbye,” As I turn the door knob. I see my grandmother.
She was on her rocking chair just relaxing… I looked at her and she did back. She didn’t speak, she just stared at me with those eyes… those sad eyes. She just melted and melted… peacefully. She didn’t try to harm me… she never did. She broke the silence with the words “Your grandfather and I will meet soon” She said as she liquefied… “I miss your grandfather don’t you know?” “He was the love of my life” “I loved him” “I still do” “We lived a happy life” “until he….” She didn’t complete her sentence… all she did was cry. She started to sob and sob…. “its been decades…” As she sobbed her skin did too… It melted like ice if left out too long. “I guess… It’s goodbye now” “I don’t want to cause to much trouble…” She then takes out some matches then lights herself on fire. “I’ve always been too weak.” I walk to the door knob and wrap my hands around it. I twist it to reveal the truth.
I see them all…my family, Greg, Red, Ellen, Grandmother, all crowded together in a pile of dead bodies as a heap of wet skin and decayed cloth decomposing…in there, I see myself.
“dead. Are we not?” “yes”
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