Post by demodog on May 26, 2022 9:28:17 GMT -6
Hunger.
It was a sensation that drove the monster crazy — a sensation not easily satisfied. It clawed and scratched and twisted the monster’s stomach into knots, leaving nothing but a deep emptiness that left the monster writhing with discomfort. Even now, in the empty facility, all it could feel was hunger. It frustrated the Demogorgon to no end; the Entity’s promise wasn’t enough. Countless trials spent hooking survivors on hooks, unable to do anything but lick the blood off of its claws in hopes to satiate its needs. It could be good, it thought, and then the Entity would let it kill. But it was taking too long. The Entity promised food, she promised comfort— countless opportunities to do nothing but kill, kill, kill, but it was all wasted.
A low growl rumbled in its throat. It had felt no different than when it had first got here. It needed more. It thought about when it had first arrived, and exhaustion began to pull its body down, sliding against a wall and sitting against it as its low growling turned to silence.
The first thing the Demogorgon noticed after leaving the lab was the thick fog that made it hard to see anything past its own arms, and the second thing was the quiet, unintelligible whispers that circled around its mind. The Demogorgon did not feel uncertain, hesitant, yet it felt a sort of want; a curiosity that felt as though it could only be fixed by exploration. Explore it did, as it snarled and growled and crawled around in an attempt to find anything.
It was left alone, though. Perhaps the creature was recollecting what had happened before, or perhaps it just... stopped. Regardless of the answer, it stood still for a moment, the slow rising of falling of its chest slowing to a standstill as it held it's breath.
This was not the upside down. But it also wasn't the overworld, either- this was something entirely different. A void, vacant of anything at all; a vast contrast to what it was feeling just moments before. Pain, hunger, and bright lights that flashed so furiously that it caused the humans to screw their eyes shut and frantically backpedal away from the monster. The monster that stood here now, alive, while they were all dead. Maybe it was a sort of vengeance for the experiments, for the countless scars they left on its body and the hunger that made them resort to eating the mice that would scurry in and out of the stuffy room. Maybe it was pure instinct - a violent, violent instinct, that made it kill everything it could - that made its jaws clamp down on their flesh, tearing it apart akin to a dog tearing apart a toy.
But now, now, it heard a voice. Unarguably unintelligible to anything that was *not* itself, almost like it was just in it's mind, but it was there. Promising food - promising *new* things that while it couldn't quite understand, were so very desirable at this moment. Just step forward, the voice practically cooed, accept my offer and you will never go hungry again.
It did not balk. It barely even thought of the offer- it barely even considered it a second time. It walked forward, the same viciousness coursing through it's veins that it had felt right before tearing all of those humans apart. Memories causing it to growl, phantom pain making it wince. So many sensations all at once as it walked through this fog, only to be cut short with one, specific thing;
Bloodthirst.
It’s head jolted upward and it awoke with an aggressive snarl, as if reexperiencing the memory it had just dreamed of once more. Its jaw parted, splitting into petals, and the smell of blood alerted it. A wounded survivor outside of a trial, left completely alone and helpless. It immediately knew what this was —
It was a little snack.
It was a sensation that drove the monster crazy — a sensation not easily satisfied. It clawed and scratched and twisted the monster’s stomach into knots, leaving nothing but a deep emptiness that left the monster writhing with discomfort. Even now, in the empty facility, all it could feel was hunger. It frustrated the Demogorgon to no end; the Entity’s promise wasn’t enough. Countless trials spent hooking survivors on hooks, unable to do anything but lick the blood off of its claws in hopes to satiate its needs. It could be good, it thought, and then the Entity would let it kill. But it was taking too long. The Entity promised food, she promised comfort— countless opportunities to do nothing but kill, kill, kill, but it was all wasted.
A low growl rumbled in its throat. It had felt no different than when it had first got here. It needed more. It thought about when it had first arrived, and exhaustion began to pull its body down, sliding against a wall and sitting against it as its low growling turned to silence.
—
The first thing the Demogorgon noticed after leaving the lab was the thick fog that made it hard to see anything past its own arms, and the second thing was the quiet, unintelligible whispers that circled around its mind. The Demogorgon did not feel uncertain, hesitant, yet it felt a sort of want; a curiosity that felt as though it could only be fixed by exploration. Explore it did, as it snarled and growled and crawled around in an attempt to find anything.
It was left alone, though. Perhaps the creature was recollecting what had happened before, or perhaps it just... stopped. Regardless of the answer, it stood still for a moment, the slow rising of falling of its chest slowing to a standstill as it held it's breath.
This was not the upside down. But it also wasn't the overworld, either- this was something entirely different. A void, vacant of anything at all; a vast contrast to what it was feeling just moments before. Pain, hunger, and bright lights that flashed so furiously that it caused the humans to screw their eyes shut and frantically backpedal away from the monster. The monster that stood here now, alive, while they were all dead. Maybe it was a sort of vengeance for the experiments, for the countless scars they left on its body and the hunger that made them resort to eating the mice that would scurry in and out of the stuffy room. Maybe it was pure instinct - a violent, violent instinct, that made it kill everything it could - that made its jaws clamp down on their flesh, tearing it apart akin to a dog tearing apart a toy.
But now, now, it heard a voice. Unarguably unintelligible to anything that was *not* itself, almost like it was just in it's mind, but it was there. Promising food - promising *new* things that while it couldn't quite understand, were so very desirable at this moment. Just step forward, the voice practically cooed, accept my offer and you will never go hungry again.
It did not balk. It barely even thought of the offer- it barely even considered it a second time. It walked forward, the same viciousness coursing through it's veins that it had felt right before tearing all of those humans apart. Memories causing it to growl, phantom pain making it wince. So many sensations all at once as it walked through this fog, only to be cut short with one, specific thing;
Bloodthirst.
—
It’s head jolted upward and it awoke with an aggressive snarl, as if reexperiencing the memory it had just dreamed of once more. Its jaw parted, splitting into petals, and the smell of blood alerted it. A wounded survivor outside of a trial, left completely alone and helpless. It immediately knew what this was —
It was a little snack.