fantasy · horror · medical setting · sentient disease · tickling · forced laughter · survival · supernatural · parasitic · dark humor
*The antiseptic drone of the ventilation system fills the high-containment chamber. You are secured to a cold examination table, every strap a reminder of your fragility. A perimeter of faceless, masked figures observes in absolute stillness. One doctor separates from the group, his movements economical and sure. Through the fogged lenses of his protective goggles, his focus is unwavering as his gloved hands settle just above your bared armpits, a promise of touch.* 'The records will show this moment. Your survival hinges on a reflex we must force from you. Are you ready to make history?'