posted on Apr, 1 2020 @ 09:19 AM
The monster slumped into its self in comfort. A contented burp came from somewhere in the gelatinous mass of eyeballs and tentacles that formed its
body. It grunted. One of its mouth tentacles (its tongues were masses of tentacles) in one of its many mouths slithered out and plucked a finger from
one of its many needle-like teeth. It tossed the finger down its throat. It belched again.
It reached a tentacle down to a narrow pipe near the floor. The tentacle entered the pipe and the rest of the body followed. The cramped space
wasn’t uncomfortable. It liked tight spaces; places where it could lurk for hours, waiting to take its prey from ambush, like the poor drunk fools
who had stumbled into the alley earlier. The shocked looks on their stupid faces as the hundred-eyed horror had squirted out of the drain and engulfed
them had made it chuckle (a sound like soupy mud being shoved up a rubber hose).
It squiggled and wiggled along the maze of pipes to its lair, the water storage tank of an abandoned building. It needed a secure place. The time of
birth was near. Already, a seam was appearing down its middle. Soon it would split apart in a moment of agony and ecstasy and there would be two.
Together they would devour and feast and bring forth more of their kind. They would overrun. It reached its lair and melted into a comfortable puddle
of jelly and waited.
edit on 1-4-2020 by Skid Mark because: (no reason given)