005 [Accidental, then normal video]
[When the feed clicks on, it's obvious from the first second that it's an accidental recording. A hand sweeps by the camera lens, and you can see another small part obstructed by the lip of someone's pants pocket--though there's no telling who the NV belongs to. Whomever it is, they're unfortunate (or stupid) enough to get caught outside after the evening sirens, and they aren't in a hurry to find shelter, either.
There is a choked, gurgled cry for help: it's a young man in a green shirt and sherpa cap, trying to get away from the thing that has its tentacles wrapped around his throat and through his middle. He falls down and claws at the asphalt for leverage against the pull, but all he succeeds in doing is peeling back the top layer of rust like a rotten orange peel. The chokehold must have weakened him, because all too suddenly, the guy jerks towards what looks like a creeping gelatin mold with glowing eyes like headlights.
Retracting its tentacles from his stomach and hoisting its victim into the air, the creature dangles him by his throat for a few seconds, twisting him around. Then it swells, stretches itself out, and starts to devour him headfirst.
For a second the feed becomes shaky with movement. But it still records the creature when it jerks, and regurgitates the hat in a short spray of blood, along with a flap of skin with curly dark hair attached--obviously a chunk of its human victim's scalp.
Then the feed darkens: there's nothing but the sound of footsteps, crackling plastic and shuffling until the picture returns and focuses on the ground. The owner of the NV finally realizes that its recording, swears, and shuts it off.]
[An hour and a half after his accidental post, Pickles reappears in someone else's bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with sea turtles floating behind him on the shower curtain. Blood is still splattered on his face, and there's a few added details that imply his journey indoors wasn't smooth: his shirt collar's torn and looks a little sticky, and there are some cuts and bruises on his arms. But other than that, everything about him--his expression, body language, and tone of voice--is eerily casual and unshaken. It's like he doesn't even realize he has human bean juice on him at all.]
I'm not great at dis whole...y'know, apologizin' thing. But uhh, hnnm. [The side of his mouth twitches and his eyes start to roll upwards before he catches himself.] Some guy just died. I dunno if any of you knew him back dere, but he's gone now. Eaten right in front of me; dere's nothin' left. You know, 'cause you saw it.
It wasn't fast. Thank god. Or it woulda got me too. [He scratches his cheek and dried blood flecks off under his fingernails.] Eaten by some crappy horror knock-off...Blob an' de Thing put together or somethin'. Does it have a name, yet? Or should I just continue callin' it de fat fuck dat eats people?
There is a choked, gurgled cry for help: it's a young man in a green shirt and sherpa cap, trying to get away from the thing that has its tentacles wrapped around his throat and through his middle. He falls down and claws at the asphalt for leverage against the pull, but all he succeeds in doing is peeling back the top layer of rust like a rotten orange peel. The chokehold must have weakened him, because all too suddenly, the guy jerks towards what looks like a creeping gelatin mold with glowing eyes like headlights.
Retracting its tentacles from his stomach and hoisting its victim into the air, the creature dangles him by his throat for a few seconds, twisting him around. Then it swells, stretches itself out, and starts to devour him headfirst.
For a second the feed becomes shaky with movement. But it still records the creature when it jerks, and regurgitates the hat in a short spray of blood, along with a flap of skin with curly dark hair attached--obviously a chunk of its human victim's scalp.
Then the feed darkens: there's nothing but the sound of footsteps, crackling plastic and shuffling until the picture returns and focuses on the ground. The owner of the NV finally realizes that its recording, swears, and shuts it off.]
[An hour and a half after his accidental post, Pickles reappears in someone else's bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with sea turtles floating behind him on the shower curtain. Blood is still splattered on his face, and there's a few added details that imply his journey indoors wasn't smooth: his shirt collar's torn and looks a little sticky, and there are some cuts and bruises on his arms. But other than that, everything about him--his expression, body language, and tone of voice--is eerily casual and unshaken. It's like he doesn't even realize he has human bean juice on him at all.]
I'm not great at dis whole...y'know, apologizin' thing. But uhh, hnnm. [The side of his mouth twitches and his eyes start to roll upwards before he catches himself.] Some guy just died. I dunno if any of you knew him back dere, but he's gone now. Eaten right in front of me; dere's nothin' left. You know, 'cause you saw it.
It wasn't fast. Thank god. Or it woulda got me too. [He scratches his cheek and dried blood flecks off under his fingernails.] Eaten by some crappy horror knock-off...Blob an' de Thing put together or somethin'. Does it have a name, yet? Or should I just continue callin' it de fat fuck dat eats people?