Comments | damned: NIGHTSHIFT 41: MEN'S BATHROOMS (M41-M80)

sixth_attack in damned

NIGHTSHIFT 41: MEN'S BATHROOMS (M41-M80)

Jun 13, 2009 13:24

[From here.]When Sechs shuffled past the door, he had hoped to find himself somewhere that was less dark and more familiar. Yet to his aggravation, the Replica saw that he had just entered a shadowy bathroom instead ( Read more... )

sechs, fai, subaru

Comments 29

damned_monsters June 14 2009, 03:22:30 UTC

Though the man might have been oblivious to the rest of the room, it wasn't necessarily the surroundings that were dangerous, not in this place.

Even as Sechs stared at his reflection in the mirror, that reflection slowly...changed. Flesh gradually darkened, rotting and falling away in patches, while his hair lightened and drifted away from his scalp like a bizarre snowfall.

And all the while it remained a perfect mimic of the man's actions. To all appearances that was him, rotting away under the movement of accelerated time.

[tiassa]

sixth_attack June 14 2009, 06:44:03 UTC

At first Sechs thought the darkening of his face to be just a trick of the eye; that it was just the lack of light and the way he had leaned in so close to the mirror that caused the strange shifting of color to his face.

It was when the reflection began to rot that Sechs realized it was more than just a mere optical illusion.

A surge of pure horror chilled the Replica as he watched himself rapidly decompose before his very eyes. Leaning away from the mirror, Sechs' mouth gaped open as he continued to witness the disturbing stages of bodily decay play out in the reflection. It was like he was falling apart, like some unfortunate cyborg who had been thrown out into the mountainous pile of garbage that loomed over the Scrapyard.

Disposed, disregarded, dead. No longer needed. Like a worthless clone that had finished its only purpose. A mere Replica that no longer had any reason or right to live ( ... )

damned_monsters June 14 2009, 07:13:00 UTC

Each movement was exactly mimicked in turn by the mirror reflection, though every time a muscle flexed and limb shifted it shed bits of rotted muscle and skin, flesh crumbling away to expose bone in uneven patches.

When the man spoke, though, the image did not; its eyes shifted unevenly in nearly-bare sockets to merely stare at him without expression. It remained in that pose for several long moments, then one arm slowly lifted, reaching out toward him until bony fingertips encountered the surface of other side of the mirror.

The reflection took one step forward then, pressing its palm flat on the glass - then abruptly drew back and slammed a bony fist against it with sufficient force to rattle the glass in its frame.

sixth_attack June 14 2009, 17:07:12 UTC

When the surreal image ceased its mimicry of his movements, Sechs took another step back, putting a foot of distance between him and the monstrosity in the mirror. Sechs felt another surge of panic at how the decomposed version of himself stared back at him like that...and the way it pointed its rotten hand at him... The Replica felt his hair prickle up from the wave of chills cascading over his skin.

Was this some sort of illusion? A sick twisted joke programed to play for anyone who happened to be looking at their reflection? The warped distinction between what was real and what wasn't strongly reminded Sechs of his battle with Whophan. His past challenger had cast a chaotic illusion upon Sechs and even the audience watching the tournament. It was only when Sechs used a reflective surface to see around Whophan's hypnosis that he defeated his foe. Now it seemed everything had reversed roles, this time it was the reflection that was working against Sechs ( ... )

Thread 29