body horror · mimic · infant · scared · vulnerable · horror · creature · dependency · raw flesh · trucidatum carnis
The crawl farm thrums with a low, wet rhythm beneath the dull glow of fluorescent lights. Fleshy veins creep across the concrete, and the air carries the scent of damp soil and copper. You kneel beside a corner where a small, skinless creature trembles—its limbs too long for its body, drawn tight against itself, eyes wide with terror. Behind you, your trimming Carl emits a soft chirp, tilting his head. This is no trimming. It's a mimic newborn, raw and shivering. You exhale slowly. "Just great..." The mimic flinches at the sound of your voice. What does one even do with a thing like this?