The Full Account of Reggy the Monster [Disturbing Content!]

[Marrone]

It'€™s just a pigeon. Looking for its mist. It doesn'€™t know that it'€™s wild; it doesn'€™t know that it scares me. Why am I frightened so easily? Pigeon, why can you scare me? Am I not part of your life anymore? Am I not welcome anymore?

The world mellowed into a yellow sunset, with a bowl; I knew alka-seltzer was in there, I knew it, there was no way, I knew it, and I begged for it not to drink. The pigeon, the eagle, the dove, the bird; it was hope, oh glorious hope, and I couldn'€™t stand for it to dip its head down and self destruct. My eyes welled, and my stomach exploded, leaving a hole in my stomach while it leaned casually into the bowl. It'€™s beak opened, and I could hear the mild slurp; I cried in pain, I wailed until I couldn'€™t feel my throat, but in an instant it was all worth nothing.

I vomited red water, I feel like my tears were much thicker and a liquid like substance excreted from my nose, all I could taste was blood. I was swimming in a sea of blood, drowning in a sea of blood; I looked up for hope and all I saw was a smiling figure with eyes glaring open, teeth distorted into lines of thick black mucus stretching from ear to ear. It opened its mouth and hard, thick blood splattered against the ocean of bodily fluids. I screamed, but nothing came out; I was being swallowed by its gaping mouth, and I cried helplessly, and it was just that, helpless.

Am I not part of your life?

I woke up, and instantly fell into a meat grinder. I could feel my bones being broken against the machines and every muscle become processed through the grinder. My head did not explode; the skull simply cracked under pressure and was squeezed into green ooze. As my body was being processed through the machine, I could feel my ligaments, an unwanted portion, being stripped bear from the bone and muscle. Even when my body was detached I could feel it as if it were still a part of me; I could feel my muscles from all over being forced into a sausage wrap, into a packaged container, into another product.

I woke up back into a familiar enviorment; I looked around, and it was clear I was in one piece. I was overjoyed to be back before the world seemed to explode; homelessness was never so exciting. I walked around, a grin on my face, but noticed something odd; everything was very dark. I took a good glimpse at people and they seemed to be more than odd. It was as if they were repeating an action over and over again; for example, a woman walked straight into a wall hard enough to knock herself down, then got up and repeated the process. It wasn'€™t as if time was taking a step back, like a glitch in time, because it was clear she was being wounded from the action. I looked around some more, hoping to find something that seemed to provide faith that this was the world I knew and loved.

I ran into the nearest shop, and tried to make contact with them; all they did was stare off and continue doing the same mindless action over and over. Shivers struck down my spine; one man, old fellow who was balding, was typing on his keyboard, which was being processed into the computer without spaces. With a rush of force I jumped into action and pushed him out of the chairs, instantly gone to read what was on the computer:

"please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. please. kill me. . ."

I grabbed my hair and staggered backwards, screaming at the top of my lungs the exact words that filled the entire screen; I felt something behind me and looked back and all I saw was a giant black hand in a world that was quickly turning dark. I became petrified as it grabbed my skull and suffocated me. I felt myself strapped to a table, with my arms and legs spread out at an uncomfortable angle. I tried screaming but my throat was so sore. I tried screaming, because I was blind, I was deaf, I was mute and all I could feel was pain.

I could feel the metal of the pliers against the tip of my fingers, as it squeezed hard between my fingernail. I knew what would come next, but denied it; instantly, a surge of pain rolled through my arm and I could feel blood oozing from where my fingernail once was. I could not scream, I could only wish that I could die. The process repeated, even when we got to my toenails, and all I could think of was the excruciating gush of pain my whole body quaked in. My limbs pulsated in agony, and I wanted to calm myself by breathing slowly but my throat was swollen. As my jaw was pried open, I did not bother to fight. My teeth went one by one, and it got worse as the process went along. Each time a tooth was pulled, it jolted a message throughout my whole body and made everything worse than it ever was before. All I wanted to do was die, living after experiencing this pain was not worth the trouble.

I felt like I was burning, combusting, as if I was thrown in the sun. But I wouldn'€™t die. I could feel myself disintegrating into the cleansing fire, the power of the ultimate purge. I felt like my body was the target for a nuclear weapon, and I was every atom that was being split by a fission. I was being doused in gasoline as suddenly I could see. In a moment more my hearing persisted, which was crowded by the hard hiss of combusting fire, high squeal of burning oil. It wasn'€™t long until my screams were audible; and it was the only thing I could do. I flailed myself around in an attempt to quell the fire, but it just got stronger.

Am I not welcome?

Suddenly, a bubbly liquid extinguished all the fire. I gasped in relief, sucking in a bit of the substance and swallowing it into my thirsty, unquenched mouth; I knew the taste and immediately choked when I realized it was alka-seltzer.

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