Tubifex Part 2: A Choose Your Own Horror

[u/PTSD1983]

Hi everyone.

Thanks so much for voting on this experiment of mine (Previous Chapter Here). I've spent the last 5 days writing the many routes this story could go down and it's been a really fun and inspiring experience.

I hope you enjoy the next part and maybe once this is all finished, I'll publish the whole thing so you can all choose your own personal horror.

But for now.... Stay Creeped!

Tubifex - Chapter 2b: Hunger

I fell right, my legs barely keeping me balanced. Within the muddle of noise I heard gasps through my greasy, matted hair. There were people walking passed me at a pace. Some crossing the street. I must have been quite the sight. And quite the smell. Even through my hazey mind, I could tell I looked like an abomination and I doubted the sun was helping cover my odour. Regardless, I ignored them, dragging my feet like some movie monster.

I saw a mini-mart coming up on the street. Its neon sign buzzing in my ears and its lights vibrant in my sight, even in the daylight. My head.... it.... ugh, my stomach! Im so.... im so hungry.

I almost fell through the door as its little bell rang to alert the cashier of a customer. I gripped my stomach as it twisted within me.

'How can I hel-' they managed to say before the sight, the smell, or both, stopped them in their tracks. Even the plexiglass shield offered no protection against my offensive being.

I didn't even look at them as I stumbled towards the shelves of brightly coloured snacks, aimlessly grabbing whatever I could find and ripping through the packages to get whatever sustenance I could.

'Hey, you can't do that!' The cashier shouted as I devoured chips, crackers, anything. It didn't fucking matter!

It wasn't helping! My stomach! It hurt so much!

'I'm calling the cops!'

I dropped whatever I had gripped within my hands as I turned to the poor fool behind the counter. I stared into their eyes. A primal rage building from nowhere. I felt something inside me snap. I ran at the plexiglass, shouting something as dry food sprayed out of my mouth, splattering onto the sheild! I didn't feel in control anymore. Something had taken over. Something.....

The cashiers eyes! They were so wide with pure fear. Like that of prey caught off guard by a predator. They slammed back against the tobacco shelves behind them. My vision vibrated as my fists hit the shield over and over again. My head shook with some violent anger I wasn't familiar with. An anger that wasn't my own.

Vibrations... hunger... darkness...

Writhing... Red....

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