I was never introduced to her. I just - - - - noticed - - - - her one day. I asked her if she was new here. She was wearing the uniform, so I thought she was a new hire.
She didn’t answer, just made a faint smile, and since she looked busy, I chose to let the conversation die prematurely.
Her name tag simply said [ lina ] and I thought it was weird that the name was not capitalized.
Other than that she appeared normal at first. She’s a blonde, a bit taller than me, but definitely not above average, with eyes of non-color, which you could have called gray or brown if you really wanted to.
Plain features, no tattoos, nothing . . . Intriguing. I was a little disappointed because I was bored of the people here.
. . .
The next day I saw her, I found out she had a fang. Like, on her wrist. Slightly curved like cobra’s, bone-white.
I don’t fucking know if it should even be called [ fang ] but I don’t suppose we have a name for something like that, do we?
For a second, I thought it best to ignore it politely.
[ lina ] glared at me, she knew that I saw it. Her expression was almost blank. I don’t know if I imagined her making a slight grin or not.
What do I say what do I say what do I say what do I say-
She put a finger to her lips, silencing me.
And so I said nothing. It was the [ unimportant detail ] 1 at [ unimportant detail ] 2 where I worked so I just left and escaped this situation.
I should have never returned.
. . .
I tried to not be weirded out by her.
I googled [ wrist fangs ] [ wrist protrusions ] [ wrist spines ] [ bone mutation wrists ] [ . . . ] but it got no useful results.
And it wasn’t all that was different about her, I learned quickly.
. . .
[ lina ] could detach her [ unimportant detail ] 3 arm.
I witnessed it on the [ unimportant detail ] ? after work. She was smoking with one arm and her other arm was on the table in front of her. It didn’t look like a prosthetic to me, but then I have never met people with those.
I didn’t ask. She didn’t explain.
Actually, I don’t think I ever heard her speak
. . .
She didn’t have a [ unimportant detail ] ? ear.
She just didn’t. Instead, there was a patch of bare skin.
Her other ear, well . . . Often she was bleeding black liquid from it.
Once I even got her tissues to clean it up.
. . .
Later I realized no one else was - - - - noticing - - - - her differences.
- LOOK SHE IS BLEEDING SOMETHING BLACK FROM HER EAR -
- SHE SHOULD STOP [ unimportant detail ] ? -
- WHAT THE FUCK -
It’s what I wanted to yell but my coworkers didn’t show even a hint of being bothered by [ lina ] so I stayed silent.
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. . .
Okay, [ my name ], - I thought to myself one of these days, - There is a very simple explanation, girl . . . You just got a bit sick. It’s called schizophrenia when you see strange things no one else does, right? It’s okay, it’s okay, people learn to live with it and have okay lives . . .
After a [ unimportant detail ] ? of this, I went to my superior to try asking about her.
- Yeah, [ lina ]? What about her? Did something happen?
- Weird how? Wouldn’t say I - - - - noticed - - - - anything.
- I mean, maybe one strange thing is that [ hysterical coworker ] seems to be getting along with her, heh.
I also considered just being direct with her and asking what’s up, but I was too scared at that point.
I gave up.
I decided to just do my best ignoring her for a while. What I considered delusions didn’t get in the way of my work too much. And I was not ready to admit I was delusional and seek help.
So I just existed with a nightmare in my waking life that was [ lina ] - - - -
. . .
I should have run.
I should have run.
I should have run.
I should have run.
I should have run.
I should have run.
I should have run.
I should have run.
I should have run.
I should have-
. . .
It really is my own fault that I am being dissected by her right now.
. . .
I ended work as always. Left the workplace. Made a turn at the street towards home, through the park. It was a sunny, perfect summer evening, beautiful light was pouring through trees...
And there was [ lina ] standing right in the middle of the path, waiting. Waiting for me, I realized moments later.
Awesome, [ my name ], - I thought, - We’re starting to see her outside work. Tomorrow first thing I’m registering for psychiatrist appointm-
[ blur ]
She crossed [ unimportant detail ] ? distance between us in an instant and crashed into me.
Her ‘fangs’ - turns out she had them on [ both ] arms - dug into my flesh.
I collapsed.
I wanted to cry for help, to push her away, to fight back, but I couldn’t.
[ lina ] ripped clothes off my stomach and tore it up.
. . .
And so here I am in the present, bleeding on the pebble path, with my entrails on the outside.
With [ lina ] running her fingers through them, as if she was searching for something.
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There was sort of gentleness to her moves. It’s like she was not more violent than it was necessary.
It didn’t hurt very much. It just felt-
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WR-
She opened me in a few other places, but that didn’t seem to satisfy her.
She shuffled and disappeared from my field of sight.
[ unimportant detail ] ? [ unimportant detail ] 1?
I heard a clicking noise. When she returned to my sight, she had one of her arms replaced with an insect-looking limb with a sharp edge like of a mantis.
And now she had a thin white spike on her forehead. Kind of like her ‘wrist fangs’, I guess, but much longer.
She was smiling, faintly as always, just maybe more - - - - honestly - - - - than before.
She’s a fucking unicorn. Alien? Insect? Robot? . . . A fucking SCP . . . WHY WHY WHY WH-
I tried to wriggle but it was no use.
What followed was [ lina ] cutting my skull.
My vision was turning blurry and I could only see her vague shape shifting around as she [ worked ] on my head with her ‘mantis limb’.
I’m tearing up, I realized. Even though I was beginning to feel detached from what was happening.
An unpleasant-yet-pleasant chill suddenly enveloped my head. Is that how it is when your living brain is exposed?
Then-
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I think she touched my brain.
. . .
I think I heard her sigh in relief.
I think she lowered her head towards mine.
I think a drop of her black liquid fell on my face.
I think her ''unicorn horn'' stabbed into my brain.
. . .
Into some specific organ that I wasn’t educated to know about, but it probably had an intriguing-sounding name like all of them.
And then I was no longer [ unimportant detail ] 11 - - - -
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1 End of the night shift
2 Packing plant
3 Left
? Independence Day
? Right
? Handling unpacked food
? Month
? About a hundred meter
? There was no one but me and her as far as I could see
1? The park never had many visitors so it’s not surprising
11 Alive