CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Squidinator stared in the mirror. He did not do that often. He could hardly bare to look at what he was. He could hardly see through his tentacles as well. That was an additional problem.
He thought about the girl. She had been pretty, hadn't she? He hadn't thought about girls in that way for so long. He had stop thinking about them, about any humans, as being living beings. They were meat puppets making cheese wheels for him. Then they died, their usefullness spent. The Squidinator could never die, he knew that. He would wander the Earth long after the last of humanity had been wiped out, just as he had before they were born...
Before? No. He hadn't been there before, had he? He'd been a man. He had vague memories of being a human man. Of walking down the street, and a young man walked by him. Yes, he was getting older. The young man looked at him as if to say "what are you?" like so many others had before. How did his clothes fit so well? He was he not walking awkwardly? The man the Squidinator had been could never master those things. That young man, so handsome, so normal, probably over ten years younger than the Squidinator or more, probably just had sex with a human female...was the man the Squidinator attracted to him or did he just want to be him?
The man the Squidinator had been had felt so small, so pathetic. He hadn't quite remembered what had happened next. He saw visions of watching tv, of seeing them discover something, unearth something old...very old. Ancient. He remembered chanting. He had become the Squidinator by mutual consent. He hadn't known what he'd let himself in for.
There was something else, something in another part of his brain. Memories? Old, primal. An empty world. A world of monsters. The Squidinator killing them all, again and again. Blood. Happiness. Then the humans...but no that wasn't him, was it? That was something that had touched him.
HAHAHAHAHAHA, he laughed. He had to find that girl again. She was his only hope. For what? For conversation. To stop him going mad. To stop him thinking about what he'd been, what each part of him had been. He could smell her in the ear with his Squidinator senses. He followed. He didn't want her to see him and kill herself. He wondered how she lived her life...
Then he saw other people. Supplicants. Carrying a cheese wheel for him. He had though the city empty but for the girl. They must have come here, looking for him. There were some like those. Perhaps they were weaker of mind. His squid smell drew them to him, like moths to a flame. He didn't even have to mind control them. They were already his.
"Oh great Squidinator, please accept this cheese wheel and let us live," said one, the leader. The others were down on their kneews in reverence. The Squidinator devoured the cheese wheel greedily. He still hungered, after all.
"Good cheese," he said. He then sighed, knowing what was coming. "Will you now journey with me, across the world?"
"We exist to make you cheese, oh master," said the leader. "We have already done so. We could make you more, but it would take many years."
"What not just be me friend?" asked the Squidinator.
"Your...friend? Oh, oh no. No! We are not worthy of that, oh great one! We are are not even worthy of seeing your beautiful visage. Oh master, to see you in the flesh...it is more than we can take. Our eyes! We must gouge them out!"
"Always they gouge out the eyes," said the Squdinator, sadly. They all began to gouge their eyes out as he watched. He knew better than to try to stop them. Some of them stabbed themsevles to death by mistake, so eager to please him. The leader survived, blinded.
"BUt...but now I can't see you," said the leader. "I can never see you again. Oh, what point is there to life! What point...gah!" The leader killed herself and the remaining supplicants followed. The Squidinator remembered crying the first time that had happened. Many long years ago. Or was it months? He did not know.
"Did you make them do that?" asked the girl, stepping out from behind a car. Of course she hadn't gone far. She'd met the Squidinator.
"No," he said. "They do it by themselves. Will you kill yourself now? Has my beauty drive you mad?"
"No," she said, defiant. "You'll have to kill me."
"I love you," said the Squdinator, oily ink falling from his eyes. He could still cry after all.
TO BE SQUIDTINUED
He thought about the girl. She had been pretty, hadn't she? He hadn't thought about girls in that way for so long. He had stop thinking about them, about any humans, as being living beings. They were meat puppets making cheese wheels for him. Then they died, their usefullness spent. The Squidinator could never die, he knew that. He would wander the Earth long after the last of humanity had been wiped out, just as he had before they were born...
Before? No. He hadn't been there before, had he? He'd been a man. He had vague memories of being a human man. Of walking down the street, and a young man walked by him. Yes, he was getting older. The young man looked at him as if to say "what are you?" like so many others had before. How did his clothes fit so well? He was he not walking awkwardly? The man the Squidinator had been could never master those things. That young man, so handsome, so normal, probably over ten years younger than the Squidinator or more, probably just had sex with a human female...was the man the Squidinator attracted to him or did he just want to be him?
The man the Squidinator had been had felt so small, so pathetic. He hadn't quite remembered what had happened next. He saw visions of watching tv, of seeing them discover something, unearth something old...very old. Ancient. He remembered chanting. He had become the Squidinator by mutual consent. He hadn't known what he'd let himself in for.
There was something else, something in another part of his brain. Memories? Old, primal. An empty world. A world of monsters. The Squidinator killing them all, again and again. Blood. Happiness. Then the humans...but no that wasn't him, was it? That was something that had touched him.
HAHAHAHAHAHA, he laughed. He had to find that girl again. She was his only hope. For what? For conversation. To stop him going mad. To stop him thinking about what he'd been, what each part of him had been. He could smell her in the ear with his Squidinator senses. He followed. He didn't want her to see him and kill herself. He wondered how she lived her life...
Then he saw other people. Supplicants. Carrying a cheese wheel for him. He had though the city empty but for the girl. They must have come here, looking for him. There were some like those. Perhaps they were weaker of mind. His squid smell drew them to him, like moths to a flame. He didn't even have to mind control them. They were already his.
"Oh great Squidinator, please accept this cheese wheel and let us live," said one, the leader. The others were down on their kneews in reverence. The Squidinator devoured the cheese wheel greedily. He still hungered, after all.
"Good cheese," he said. He then sighed, knowing what was coming. "Will you now journey with me, across the world?"
"We exist to make you cheese, oh master," said the leader. "We have already done so. We could make you more, but it would take many years."
"What not just be me friend?" asked the Squidinator.
"Your...friend? Oh, oh no. No! We are not worthy of that, oh great one! We are are not even worthy of seeing your beautiful visage. Oh master, to see you in the flesh...it is more than we can take. Our eyes! We must gouge them out!"
"Always they gouge out the eyes," said the Squdinator, sadly. They all began to gouge their eyes out as he watched. He knew better than to try to stop them. Some of them stabbed themsevles to death by mistake, so eager to please him. The leader survived, blinded.
"BUt...but now I can't see you," said the leader. "I can never see you again. Oh, what point is there to life! What point...gah!" The leader killed herself and the remaining supplicants followed. The Squidinator remembered crying the first time that had happened. Many long years ago. Or was it months? He did not know.
"Did you make them do that?" asked the girl, stepping out from behind a car. Of course she hadn't gone far. She'd met the Squidinator.
"No," he said. "They do it by themselves. Will you kill yourself now? Has my beauty drive you mad?"
"No," she said, defiant. "You'll have to kill me."
"I love you," said the Squdinator, oily ink falling from his eyes. He could still cry after all.
TO BE SQUIDTINUED
