Let Me be the Monster 0.0

CYOA used: Worm CYOA Text Version LINK

Tags: worm, si, plot, smut, eventual crossover (after Golden Morning), quest, child-raising, 

-VB-

Let me be the Monster

Prologue 0%

-VB-

“Hey, Dan, what’s wrong?” Tyler asked with a frown.

Dan was the nice guy in our group. He’s not a nigger lover or a race traitor, but he’s the one who would thoroughly make the fact that the white Aryans were the superior people. He wouldn’t lord it over the blacks, yellows, or reds, but it was how he acted even as he gave out charity to them.

But today, Dan’s been weird.

Earlier today, he just collapsed in the middle of their patrol, and when they dragged him back to their base, he woke up and just stared at everything.

Maybe he hit his head on the ground too hard?

“I’m… sorry.”

“Dan?” he frowned. “There’s nothing to worry about, man. I mean, I guess you were just stressed out, right? You’re too nice.”

“... yeah.”

“Anyways, the rest of the men and I’m going to go and patrol again. You keep yourself healthy however you can, alright? We don’t have enough manpower to hold back the tide as it is.”

“...Sure.”

Tyler turned to leave the building, relieved that his friend was okay.

“Sorry.”

Oh, he must have stood up. Tyler turned around to tell Dan that it was alright.

But then his words died in his throat as he stared at a creature that stood in Dan’s place. Purple, pulsating, and monstrous, it was not Dan.

“But I must eat.”

He opened his mouth to scream, but it only gave the thing a way in.

Tyler choked as an arm pushed into his mouth and down into his stomach. He screamed, though muffled, as something sharp pierced through.

And then something went through his head.

All was silent.

All was dark.

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I shook my head to clear away the last of the ravenous hunger that finally ebbed away as I … ate another human being.

It was a racist - not even worth being called a him or a her because that’s what they deserved - and the tattoo on their neck made that fact clear. Even so, I didn’t like knowing the fact that raw human meat tasted like raw pork.

I shuddered as the last of my more autonomous portions of the body slurped up whatever fluid and chunks I managed to miss in my initial deluge of cannibalism.

“Where the fuck am I…?” I asked myself as I stumbled forward in this dark room. There were boxes stacked in one corner of the room, and the room itself was locked. I frowned as I tried to open the door. No luck. I looked back at the place where I’d eaten a man and found his clothes and other accessories.

I remembered the tattoo. It was a fictional tattoo that no one should have in real life. Or at least, no real racist had it. It also told me where I was, which lined up somewhat with the memories I have of what I was doing before I woke up as someone else...

I turned and reached for the pile, and surprised myself when my arm extended in length. Clear lines of purple flesh erupted to make up for the stretching skin, and I shuddered even as I grabbed the pile and pulled it towards me.

‘I mean, I guess I don’t have to walk then,’ I thought to myself as I crouched down and pulled articles of clothes off of it. It didn’t take long for me to lift the pants in the pile to hear the clinking keys. I rummaged through the pockets before I pulled out a ring with four keys. I stood back and tried each one to the door’s dead lock. I got it on my second try, and pushed the door open.

I looked around.

It was another room, filled with more normal things like TV, couches, and more.

I ignored it all even as I questioned why I was inside a locked room until I heard footsteps running down from upstairs. I looked towards the staircase that I noticed to my right….

And saw more Nazis come down.

“Ty-. Dan? You’re alright?” the one in the front asked.

I responded by opening my mouth wide.

A mouth filled with sharp serrated teeth and a hungry stomach at the end of it.

“Holy-!”

I screeched as I jumped towards them.

They don’t deserve to live!

I chomped right through the neck of the man who’d just called me, and then grabbed the others who’d tried to run away.

“Cape, cape!” someone shouted in the back up on the second floor.

I jumped onto the second man higher up on the staircase as he tried to run, and got him by his ankle with my mouth. I dragged him down the stairs as he screamed before taking a chunky bite out of the back of his head.

“Fuck, get out! There’s a fucking freak in the house! He killed Dan and others!” the now closest racist shouted as he pulled out a shotgun from somewhere to the side. He just pointed the tip and shot.

I screeched as a chunk of my left shoulder blasted away, but that didn’t impede me from lashing out with my extending arms and pulling him towards me.

“FUCK FUCK N-!”

My mouth wrapped around his face and half of his head, and tore it all away. In seconds of me swallowing the flesh, my shoulder healed.

I screeched as I smelled more people upstairs and rapidly climbed up. I turned the corner … and saw a tearful woman with a baby in her arms.

Food.

I jumped as she screamed. She curled up around the baby, and I grabbed the back of her head. Pulling her head up, she screamed as her hair tore away from her scalp, but I silenced her by tearing into her throat.

The baby wailed as it fell a short fall no more than half a yard to the floor, and laid there as I ate the girl.

I looked down at it.

Hunger was ever present ... It’s what drove me to kill four more people already.

I stared at the baby as it cried, and then leaned down. With my mouth, I scooped it up and then placed it down into my awaiting hand big enough to hold it lightly.

Even my hunger won’t push me to cross some lines.

I turned to the rest of the carcass in the house.

Hunger drove me ever forward… 

-VB-

Sanity: 50%
Hunger: 73%
Biomass: 660 lbs 

-VB-

Worm CYOA text version

Canon 3
Reincarnated 4 (memory-less, E88 gang member)
Outed 5
Hunted 8 (E88, S9)

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Fiat Enforcement 7
Before the Beginning 6 (Jan 1, 2009)
Ship Girls 4
Get in the Robot 2
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