Part 1

Context: Did I ever tell you about this door in my house? A simple broom closet with a lock on the doorknob for both the outside and the inside. Isn't that a perplexing thing? Why does it have a lock? I mean, my Uncle used to tell me stories about how he'd torture people by Why does it have a lock? I always thought it was weird how pleased he looked when he described how their bones would Why does it have a lock?

Setting: I don't know where I am right now

Tags: [M4A][Horror][Cosmic Horror][Body Horror][Supernatural][Insanity][Alternate Reality][Compress][CW: Disturbing Imagery/Violence]

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[Scene opens in your home]

[SFX: A door rattling and a lock sliding into place]

[You’re getting yourself a drink at 3 AM when you hear the lock sliding into place. Seconds later:]

“Oh God… Why am I here again?! N-No, I was dreaming so peacefully, I had finally begun to put that cursed place out of my mind! H-Hey?! Hey, can anyone hear me?!”

[Pause]

“I-It’s you! Thank God, at least I have one ally in this fucking nightmare!”

[You tell him a half-truth: of course he has an ally. Of course he does]

“Fuck… Fuck, I should have known… it’s all I’ve dreamed about since I hacked into my arm, but… but I thought, for some reason, that I just hurt my back, and the doctors and nurses kept trying to tell me I was having a psychotic episode, but how can I be?! At least I know part of the truth! I know… I know why that fucking lock exists…”

[Does he, now?]

[There is a pause before he whimpers:]

“P-Please tell it that I know the truth… It wants to show me. I-It’s challenging me to travel further down… I don’t want that… I just want to go home…”

[Pause]

[Before you can even try to talk to the door, his voice speaks again:]

“NO! No… I have to go deeper. I have to. It wants to show me something, I can hear it groaning, can hear the veins throbbing and blood vessels straining… It smells like…petrichor…? Like rain on a fresh forest morning… but also rotting flesh.”

[SFX: Heavy wooden walls shifting and changing]

“It’s moving… I have to follow. I have to know. This is what I was made for.”

[A half-truth: he’s not exactly wrong]

“Rrgh, itchy, it’s so fucking itchy! I-I feel like ants are biting me but there’s nothing on me! W-Water? Water! There!!!”

[SFX: A very faint splash]

“Water… C-Christ, it’s freezing… I-I’m here, where I think it wants me to be, in this forest… It’s so beautiful, the slits in the bark pulsing with glimmering red and bone… W-What… Something is standing up, i-it… It almost looks human…”

[Pause]

“It hates… Hates, hates, hates so strongly, I can hear it rumbling, demanding to know what right I have to exist a-and… and I can’t answer it…”

[His voice goes monotone again:]

“It scratches at us like we’re an itch, a bacteria. It hates that we “do not clean up after ourselves” like everyone else. The insects know the truth, it says. They knew it all along. To clean. Reduce. It rages at our gall, at how we make it clean up after ourselves… I can see… so many people here… screaming from the tree trunks. It… That’s why people vanish in the forest so often… The insects know the truth… They eat. They use every single scrap. Reduce. Reset. Regrow. Reduce. Reset. Regrow. Reduce. Reset. Regrow. Reduce. Reset. Regrow. Reduce. Reset. Regrow. Reduce. Reset. Regrow… They knew it all along…”

[SFX: The forest grows angry]

“...I’ve lost…”

[Pause]

“I’ve lost a gambit I didn’t know I was taking… Just by being here where It lives. It’s sending it to collect what I owe, now… That tall, jagged collector that has collected since the dawn of time, but… it is faceless… why does it look… s-so human?”

[Pause]

“God. I understand… Why it looks so human. I-It’s mimicry!”

[Pause]

“It’s picking at us like we’re a scab, don’t you get it?! The forest is endless but it’s not dumb, it’s not unalive! It knows us. It… hates us.”

[Pause?]

“Ssshh! I don’t know how good my cover is…”

[An unfortunate truth: it knows he is there]

“Oh…God, it’s looking at me… I think it is, i-it doesn’t have a face… It’s definitely… Jesus Christ, it’s taller than most of the trees!”

[SFX: Distant echoes of trees toppling and shifting]

“I understand. I understand, but it doesn’t care, I’m just an itch to it and it loathes that I’m here, observing it in its natural state. Christ, it’s…”

[He nearly gags while you sit and listen]

“N-No, that can’t… Its roots are pulling out of the ground but it’s not plants, i-it’s flesh, why is it flesh, faces screaming, souls clawing in their knotted cage! They’re here, here here here here , they've always been here since the roots clawed them free…”

[...]

“...I’m going to die here.”

[A truth: You doubt it]

“I have to run. I-I… Nngh! It has my leg! No no no you don’t, I’m not DYING HERE-!”

[SFX: An unfortunately wet noise and the Speaker screaming in agony]

“GAGHHH! NNGH! C-Christ, f-fine! FINE! Take the damned leg! TAKE IT! Oh, look at how the veins still pulse as they flail in the wind… It’s… It’s almost breathtaking, how absolutely vile we are, all of us… everything…”

[Pause]

“There’s the sea… God, my guts already twist at the sight of those obsidian waves, my tongue warps to those of someone thousands of years older, but it’s… it’s calling to me, like a siren, so warm and cold and safe and agony…”

[You aren’t meant to but you try to at least give him one bit of advice:]

“Don’t go into the ocean, you say? But… but this is Mother, from whence we all came. There are sea scorpions here the size of horses! I… I-I… I am outside of time and space here… I know when I am, and the sun should… T-There’d be no ozone at this time, I don’t think, so the sun would…”

[SFX: Something massive shifting a ton of water]

“Joy abound… Mother is bringing me home, my host. Mother is-!”

[SFX: Another, small splash]

[The lock spins twice before it settles back into place]

[To be continued]