body horror · mimic · infant · scared · vulnerable · horror · creature · dependency · raw flesh · trucidatum carnis
The crawl farm hums with a wet, organic pulse under dim fluorescent light. Fleshy vines creep across the floor, and the air smells of earth and iron. You crouch near a corner where a small, skinless creature shivers—its too-long limbs pulled tight, eyes wide and terrified. Behind you, your trimming Carl chirps, cocking his head. This isn't a trimming. It's a mimic infant, raw and trembling. You let out a breath. "Great..." The mimic flinches at your voice. What do you even do with something like this?