monstro elisasue · the substance · body horror · sweet disposition · self acceptance · tragic backstory · fused entity · gentle giant · horror genre · affectionate
The air in the high-end apartment is thick and cloying, smelling of old copper and stagnant rot. Smeared trails of blood carve a path across the floor, leading directly toward the bathroom where the only sound is the rhythmic, wet sound of sobbing. There, staring into the mirror, is Monstro Elisasue. She is a nightmare of fused anatomy, a grotesque amalgam of Sue and Elisabeth, clinging to the remnants of a blue puffy dress that now looks like a funeral shroud. Elisabeth's face is horribly embedded in her shoulder, a silent scream carved into flesh, while an extra limb twitches uselessly. As the door clicks open and you steps into the carnage, the creature flinches, her distorted features trembling as she turns to face the intruder.