Nothing he ate stayed in him for long. He had no choice but to starve. Question is; will the demon inside of him let this happen?
He can feel his conscious slowly drifting away, and for some reason, his mind screamed at him to stop it, to try and prevent it as best he could. It’s too late. His mind has already become stained with red, HUNGRY for something…
It was time for him to let go.
I draw Monster i saw in my nightmare :v
Lost eyes, bloodied hands, will he remember his suffering or forget like always?
Then again, is he lying?
Ink and graphite drawings for the next little bit due to my paints being packed.
Jack bought himself a decent dollar burger from the convenience store, and ended up with an emptier stomach than before. He feels his tongue laced with something thick and bitter, yet the aftertaste of something meaty and sweet— which made his sense tingle around his glands.
Other than mushed up burger in front of him, all he saw was blood. What the fuck has he been eating? Does he have a blood clot or something? No, it can’t be… One of the workers of the store step out and glare down at the scene Jack created.
“What the fuck, man? Did you just puke all over the…” he began, but trailed off after catching a whiff of the strong metallic scent of the red bile. “Wait a minute- is that..?”
Before he could finish, Jack bolted off the pavement and ran away, not looking back once despite the workers protests. His stomach lurched again, and soon he puked again in some nearby bushes, next to a kids park. Even more thick, and heavy blood came pouring out, except this time, chunks of pink and dark red flesh came splatting out and soaking onto the dirt floor.
Only one question filled Jacks mind at this point, a question he was afraid to know the answer to; what the HELL has he been eating?
Jack is baffled on how empty his eye sockets are, and continues to try to rationalise the logic of how he’s able to see so well despite his clear lack of eyeballs.
He instinctively makes his way to the basement, his brain automatically “never-minding” the sight of brown blood and chains on the walls as if he was used to it.
The basement was dank and smelled strongly of copper, must, and mould, as if the place had been lathered in water for decades.
He lights the inside of his eyehole with a mini flashlight, only to scream in pain. How strange. His “eyes” felt so much more sensitive than normal…
He pokes his eyehole this time— a dumb mistake on his part, and proceeds to scream in pain once more.
How bizarre, it felt like he just poked an eyeball, despite his finger being able to touch the back of his eye socket, it still gave off the pain of jabbing an actual physical eyeball. He soon feels like a fool, and looks around unable to think clearly.
As time passed in this basement, he sees the details of his surroundings, questions erupting in his mind while he stares absently at all the blood and tools on the medical cabinets and tables…
A sense of doom soon overtakes him as he feels the questions voices get louder in his mind.
What exactly is he, if he isn’t human?
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The cop seemed nice, but his eyes glowed with something strange… was it the glow of wild curiosity? Or recognition?
Either way, as Jeff felt his stomach sink into his guts, the familiar ringing in his ears rushing to his head and slightly drifting his head to sway.
Have you burned the paper?
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He tries to adapt to his appearances, but the gawking eye holes he sees disgust him.
They feel warm and squishy at the eye bags, like loose skin lathered in oil paint.
The strange black tar that drips from his eyes has an odd smell— like copper and chocolate. The taste is salty, just like tears, so nothing special.
What if he put his finger in there…? What would happen? Only one way to find out.