Small pimples appeared on the man's body, each one swelling slightly before larger ones emerged, creating an unsettling sight. His body expanded to a questionable size, distorting grotesquely before it finally burst, releasing a thick black sticky substance.
This viscous material swiftly attached itself to Nathaniel, who stood frozen in shock, his eyes widening in alarm as he struggled to comprehend the bizarre and horrifying situation.
"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???" Nathaniel screamed, the thick slime covering his body and in desperation he shifted into his werewolf form, his limbs contorting and his senses heightening as his skin itched with the rapid transformation.
He clawed and snapped viciously, his razor-sharp claws swiping wildly at the air as if trying to shred the very substance that clung to him like a suffocating shroud. The slime, however, seemed to adapt to his new form, stretching and oozing to maintain its grip.
Terror struck him faster and harder than a lightning bolt, a visceral jolt that sent adrenaline coursing through his veins. "I'M NOT GONNA DIE FOR NOTHING!" he roared, his voice trembling with desperation as he forced his body to bloat, his muscles expanding and straining against the constricting slime.
Each second felt like an eternity, and in that frantic moment, he was desperately trying to buy himself some time to escape the encroaching doom.
An inky, viscous coating enveloped his figure, gradually constricting his torso, shrinking it down to an alarming degree, the sickening crunch of his skeleton buckling and shattering echoing through the air.
The sludge ultimately consumed his body, its suffocating hold crushing him, compacting him into a tiny, almost imperceptible sphere. It bobbed on the water's surface with an unnervingly surreal quality, a macabre reminder of his desperate struggle, before a jarring noise exploded—a deafening rip that resounded menacingly, shattering the silence of the environment.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—-"
The black orb stayed stationary over the endless body of water, ripples spread out around it with the eyes in the sky looking on in interest.
A massive clawed hand emerged from the depths, cradling the orb with a delicate yet powerful grip. As if summoned by some unseen force, five ominous silhouettes broke the surface of the water, each one more unsettling than the last. The first was a deep purple entity, faceless and enigmatic, its heart laid bare for the world to see. Its form resembled that of a praying mantis, all sharp angles and unsettling grace, as if it were both predator and prey in this strange realm.
The second figure emerged with a striking blue hue that shimmered unnaturally under the faint light. Its face was devoid of features except for a small maw filled to the brim with jagged, razor-sharp teeth. Long, sinuous tentacles writhed in the place of arms and legs, adding to its grotesque allure, each movement fluid and predatory.
The third silhouette was shrouded in a dark robe that seemed woven from shadows themselves, obscuring its body entirely. Only its head was visible, resembling that of a crow, but with an unsettling twist: it possessed four eyes, two on each side, glowing with an ominous purple hue that pierced the dimness around it, as if searching for something lost.
Next was an unsettling pink translucent sludge, an amorphous mass that undulated gently. Eyes floated within its gelatinous form, blinking in a way that suggested curiosity or hunger, giving it an eerie semblance of sentience.
The last figure towered over the rest, adorned with a crown of flames that danced defiantly atop its head. Its skin was an ashy grey, almost lifeless, with four muscular arms extending from its sides, each one poised as if ready to strike. At the center of its face was a single, piercing eye, scanning the orb with a predatory intensity.
The five figures surrounded the orb, each facing it in an almost hypnotic fashion, their movements synchronized as if they were part of a ritualistic dance.
Suddenly, the sky cracked open with a thunderous roar, and a deep gurgle reverberated throughout the area, sending shivers down the spines of all who stood witness. As if compelled by an unseen force, each figure laid a hand upon the orb, which began to transform before their eyes. The surface shifted, becoming translucent, revealing the delicate form of a fetus nestled within, its eyes wide open and filled with an unsettling awareness.
Bodies of humans and animals rained from the sky, their forms twisting and tumbling through the air before landing with a resounding splash in the water below. With each impact, the world seemed to vibrate with increasing intensity, the ripples spreading outward like shockwaves.
The fetus screamed, not out of fear or anxiety, but as if issuing a primordial call, a haunting sound that echoed through the air. The five figures exchanged solemn nods of acceptance. In response, long spiked tendrils erupted from the orb, writhing like serpents as they shot out, grasping hold of each silhouette with unsettling precision and dragging them inexorably into the orb's small, shimmering space.
The water settled into a tranquil stillness, a profound sense of calm enveloping the surroundings, a serenity that had not graced this place in what felt like an eternity. The atmosphere, heavy with anticipation, seemed to breathe along with the world as if nature itself were exhaling after a long period of tumult.
Meanwhile, the fetus pulsed rhythmically, its form undergoing a rapid transformation. Within its tiny frame, the delicate processes of creation unfolded, as bone, flesh, and nerve intertwined in a dance of life. Each throb resonated with the promise of existence, a testament to the intricate artistry of its development.
No longer a mere fetus, the being had transformed into the body of a thirteen-year-old boy. Long, black hair cascaded over his eyes, flowing down to his back, while his skin bore a striking ashy grey hue, giving him an otherworldly appearance.
Standing at an impressive 5'11, he was tall for his age, a fact he carried with quiet confidence. As his left hand glided through his hair, it parted momentarily to reveal eyes that held two pupils within each, an uncanny feature that hinted at his extraordinary nature.
Lifting his head toward the eye in the sky, he spoke. His voice was raspy but still cut through the stillness around him. "Let me out."
With those simple words, the scene gradually faded to black, leaving an air of mystery and anticipation hanging in the silence.