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GORETOBER 2023
Day 1: HANDS
CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, MULTIPLE DISEMBODIED HANDS, DISCOMFORT
Oh no, does your throat feels ticklish recently? How troublesome. Hopefully it's not another case like that of Handy's. I would've said he needs a hand, but he already have too much with him.
GORETOBER 2023
Day 2: CANDY
CONTAINS -> EXPOSED ORGANS, DISSECTION, BRIGHT COLORS
"So... you just ate all of those candies? At the dark alley? Behind the experimental facility?????"
"Ehheeeheeeheeeheee, yea yea! Whoever dump them are reeeeally stupid! It was sooooooo sweet, I think my organs are infected ahahahah"
"sigh, lay down on the table over there..."
GORETOBER 2023
Day 3: Contortion
CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, WEIRD LIMB ANGLES
The crowd is murmuring amongst themselves when the overhead lights begin to dim, signifying the show will start soon. The volume of the chatters gradually hush down, save for a couple of voices seated at the front row.
"Have you heard? Mime's been learning a new trick for tonight's show."
"Yea, 'course I did. Everyone's been hyping it up. I do wonder what that is..."
As if on cue, walking to the center stage is the purple deer himself. Critters couldn't suppress their cheers and applause. How could they? Posters and word of mouth made it seem that tonight's circus act is gonna be the night they won't forget!
Something... is off though. It's not the fact that he doesn't seem to have any props with him. He is a mime after all, pretending to use invisible stuffs is his talent. No, that's not it. Despite the excited exclamations of the crowd, Mime is non-reactive. The way he brings this unsettling air, walking forwards with that unfocused stare. His silence had never been this eerie and infectious until this very moment.
Tension rises as Mime takes his time to walk to that singular spotlight saved for him and only him.
Odd. He simply stands and smile to the crowd. The silently freaking out crowd.
"Is this a joke?"
One of them blurted out, unable to bare the scraping tension. This is followed by a collective variance of chuckling. Although the laughters spent are expected to alleviate the unease, the atmosphere that the deer have established remained stiff and cold.
... okay, his stillness have gone far too long that it is starting to feel silly. Maybe this is a joke. The new act for tonight is... no act! Mime seems to have done everything already to entertain them so the newest thing he could do is simply nothing.
But just as the audience begin to accept this and calm down, a bone-chilling snap echoes through the air, causing a collective gasp from the crowd. Mime's body contorts into a particularly gruesome shape. The crowd is stunned into silence, with some even gasping or screaming.
As the audience sits in awestruck silence, Mime's body contorts and twists into seemingly impossible positions, his long limbs bending and twisting in unnatural ways. The cracks and pops of his bones echo in the silent hall, but the crowd remains utterly transfixed, unable to look away from the hypnotic display of contortionism.
A few disturbed souls manage to stammer out some words of disbelief.
"T-THOSE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BEND!"
"WHAT KIND OF ANGLE EVEN IS THAT-!?"
"SHOULD I CALL AN AMBULANCE???"
Violently, he bends backwards, his hind legs and arms folding into knots that would break any normal deer. Screams shatter the deafening barrier. Audiences collectively wince seeing his head rotates mechanically to the full range of his neck.
Squeamish. Revolted. Sickish. and Restless.
These words barely convey the intensity of their feelings seeing the erratic movement of Mime.
Mime pauses and turns to face the crowd with a terrifying grin. His eyes gleam in the darkness, filled with a cunning glint unlike anything they've ever seen before.
After an uneasy silence, Mime suddenly stops moving altogether, leaving the audience in a state of panic. The crowd begins to push and shove each other, struggling to get away from the scene.
As they make their way out of the chamber, the audience is met with a chilling realization: that smile made this night something they will never forget.
GORETOBER 2023
Day 4: Gnome
CONTAINS -> BLOOD BATH, GNOME MONSTRIFICATION, MURDER
Flaky rushes behind what little there is left of the ship. The rise and fall of their chest frantically switch to and fro. Flaky caress the gnome in their hand, humming a lullaby to dull the clashing altercation at the other side.
"They've alll gone mad, I tell ya! It's just youu and mee in this arctic hell, Old Man Mc'gnomish. G-good thing we're BOTH loyal, right? We would NEVER turn on each other like that! We're sooo much smarter than anyone here ahahah."
Twitching, the red porcupine let out a hysterical laughter, holding their lightheaded head to catch breath. Flaky looks down to their nonverbal companion only to find it to not be in their hands anymore.
"Old Man Mc'gnomish??? Wh-where have you gon-"
Their last word is grossly interrupted by a piercing sensation to their back, accompanied by a messy squelch. Blood rises up to their throat as whatever it is that stabbing them painfully forced its way through their spine then ribs. That horrible stinging pang in their chest could only get worse as the unseen culprit clawed their organs away. Flaky could only gape their mouth, gurgling the warm dark fluid instead of screaming as intended.
Tearing through their skin is a red orange hat, followed by a pair of green eyes. Throwing into that mindbreaking amalgamation of anguish is the ticklish effect of its beard. It bares its razor-sharpteeth stained with blood and organ bits.
'Fu- t-traitor-' are the last words on Flaky's mind as their view dimmed to nothingness...
GORETOBER 2023
Day 5: Nosebleed
CONTAINS -> EXCESSIVE BLOOD, DISTURBING SMILES
"Uhhh Lammy, there's a bit of red on your..."
"Ah sorry, I'm on my period."
"GIRL, THAT AIN'T IT, THE BLOOD'S ON YOUR FACE!"
GORETOBER 2023
Day 6: Glitch
CONTAINS -> GLITCHES, FACE DISTORTION, BLACK GOO
The flickering lights cast long, distorted shadows on the walls, making it difficult for her to see. Her breath came in short, terrified gasps as she ran down the corridor, her small feet taking quick steps. The tune that had haunted her for so long was playing again, a harbinger of the monster she was running from.
There was no point in trying to find anyone alive in this corrupt world, she thought, as the twisted creature she once called a friend pursued her. The fact that he was also a rabbit only made it more hurtful. As she made a sharp turn, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the elevator at the end of the hallway was open.
She stumbled over piles of rubble and wooden planks, her agile feet the only thing preventing her from being crushed. His voice, twisted and distorted, echoed in her ears with his constant humming. She barely made it into the elevator in time, slamming the door closed just as the monster's face loomed close to hers.
She leaned against the wall of the elevator, trembling and tears filling her eyes. She couldn't even hear herself think over his humming, let alone make a sound. Suddenly- cReeeakkkkkkdd, his yellow paws squeezed through the seam in the elevator door.
She couldn't move as his distorted smile flashed in the dim light of the elevator. His voice sing-songed in her ears, echoing off the walls of the small space, "Let's be happy togetherrr!"
GORETOBER 2023
Day 7: Fruit
CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, DISMEMBERMENT, FRUIT GORE
Toothy grimaced at his pain. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he felt a twinge of regret in his heart. Why did he have to take that bite from those seemingly innocent fruit seeds? Why did he have to tag along with Cuddles in the first place? If only he could turn back time and undo his reckless decision.
The pain in his stomach grew stronger with each passing moment, as if it was a warning of what was to come. He gulped down a glass of water, hoping it would alleviate the burning sensation. Little did he know that it would only trigger the beginning of his transformation.
His teeth felt strangely sensitive as he gripped his jaw, trying to ease the unbearable discomfort. But as he pressed his tongue against his teeth, he let out a scream of terror. His teeth were morphing into berries before his eyes.
The sweet fluid filled his mouth, causing him to gag. A sudden sharp pain spread through his jaw, sending him rolling on the floor in agony. His legs twisted and turned, changing shape into different fruits.
He watched in horror as his right foot transformed into a bundle of bananas. The sensation was beyond anything he had ever experienced. The pain was excruciating, causing his eyes to well up with tears. He screamed as his left foot turned into a bunch of grapes. Blisters formed on his left foot, as if his life force was draining away.
The pain only intensified as his lower torso shifted into a watermelon. His insides roiled painfully, as if he was being ripped apart. Toothy wailed uncontrollably as his tail transformed into an apple.
When he looked for help, all he saw was Sniffles, standing over his paralyzed body, smiling that sinister smile.
"You shouldn't have messed with my stuff," the scientist whispered, as if he were speaking directly into Toothy's mind.
GORETOBER 2023
Day 8: Sign
CONTAINS -> DISEMBOWELMENT, EXPOSED GUTS, NEON BLOOD
"Maaa, we're gonna be late."
"Hang on, sweetheart, just doin some serious talk, adult to adult."
"Ma, let it slide, he already learned his lesson!"
"Ain't no way I'm gonna do exactly that! Listen here young man, rule followin's what keep this cursed town together for generations. If giant fools like you can't even follow the simplest, single word directions, law abiding folks like us are gonna get inconvenienced!"
"Ma are you done yettt?"
"Just a little bit more earful honey, erhem. If you're gonna turn back time again, you better be mindful of those around you. I don't care how urgent it is, you should still follow the law so no one will get hurt, alright? Blink twice if you understood."
Alternative
GORETOBER 2023
Day 9: Snail
CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, SNAIL TRANSFORMATION, DISTURBING IMAGERY
Whistling, Disco Bear is just another face in the street, with music in his soul and groove on his feet. His attention is quickly grabbed by a sharp "Psst!" Turning to the dark alleyway is a stand filled with beauty products and goods. Standing behind it are Lifty and Shifty. The twins, who normally sold shady items like "magic" beans, insisted this particular product would be the miracle for his beauty to become flawless. Disco Bear's eyes light up as they tell him its effects. It's just what he's been looking for! Without a second thought, Disco Bear hands over the money and scoops up the cream in his hands. He then went on to his destination.
That evening after his dance rehearsals, Disco Bear applied the snail cream to his face, feeling the strange and slimy substance as it spread across his bear skin. He notes how he never heard of the brand before. Still, this doesn't stop Disco Bear to stare at himself in the mirror, admiring the results of the snail facial cream. He couldn't believe how flawless his skin looked, the once wrinkly fabric of his body now smooth as butter. He felt as if he had transformed into the most beautiful being in the world, a dazzling disco ball shining brighter than ever before. At first, nothing seemed unusual to happen. He danced in front of the mirror, admiring his handsome face, as the cream began to dry.
As the cream seeped into his skin, he felt a burning sensation spreading across his face. His heart pounded as the pain intensified, and his vision started to blur. As much as the music is fun to dance to, it is not enough to distract him from the needle-like sensations. The burning sensation continued to expand, eventually reaching his forehead and his arms that he is forced to stop the speaker. It was then that Disco Bear noticed something strange happening.
Suddenly, his skin started to stretch and become sticky, as if he was turning into a giant, rubbery slime. He looked into the mirror and his heart sank as he saw his face begin to twist and contort into a grotesque mockery of itself.
In horror, Disco Bear watched as his once handsome features slowly melted into a mess of slime and goo. His eyes, once bright and full of life, were now two black beads of a snail's foot. His nose and mouth fused together, leaving a single black hole in the center of his face. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The pain was so intense that he lost his awareness of the world around him.
As Disco Bear tried to move, he felt his limbs twisting, bending, and writhing like a snake's. His muscles and ligaments were becoming soft and fluid, unable to support his body weight. The snail cream was turning him into a real life snail! He wasn't sure what to do other than scream in agony, feeling the transformation happening to him like some kind of awful nightmare.
As the transformation continued, Disco Bear was becoming smaller, his body becoming more streamlined like a slug's. He couldn't even move, his body was glued to the floor. He felt his eyes were being covered by a layer of slime, and he couldn't see anything. The only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat in his ear. Even his iconic afro had flattened into soft, gray feathers.
Disco Bear let out a shrill, high-pitched screech as he struggled to escape his new form, his once powerful voice reduced to a high-pitched whine. Silently, he cried as he realized he was trapped in this form forever, doomed to live out the rest of his days as a slimy, disgusting snail, unable to dance or enjoy his once-glamorous life.
• • •
"'We're actually in our 40's' my rump. Still, I couldn't believe he fell for your stupid persuasion" Shifty says, counting the heavy cash on his hands, finding its texture satisfying on his paws.
"If it works, it works. Kinda pity him actually. That guy's really desperate it's sad," Lifty said as he catalogues the content of their van. His brows furrowed seeing the bottle of "facial cream" filled with water that was supposed to be with Disco Bear.
"Uhhh... bro, I think we gave the guy the thing that Sniffles ordered for..."
Shifty stopped his counting to let his brother's words sink in. Upon realizing how grave their mistake were, Shifty could only say his own name in response, minus the fourth and sixth letter.
GORETOBER 2023
Day 10: Vomit
CONTAINS -> BRIGHT COLORS, EMETOPHOBIA, EXPOSED FLESH
Splendid lays on the ground, his body wracked with nausea and pain. The blue squirrel's body shuddered with each wrenching heave, his eyes closed tight as tears spilled down his cheek. His once-proud blue fur was now tarnished with his own vomit. He looked up at Splendont, trying to find some glimmer of humanity in the villain's eyes, but all he saw was hatred and disgust.
Splendont looked down at Splendid, his expression clearly indicating his disappointment in what he had become. "How mighty the hero have fallen..."
Splendid tried to speak, but the only sound that came from his lips was a weak, wheezing cough. Splendont's expression softened slightly, and he knelt down beside Splendid to listen to what he had to say. "How?" Splendid managed to croak out.
Splendont stood up, a self-satisfied expression on his face. "I did your job and handled those raccoon brothers," he said with a smirk. "Must say my apologies for I did get overboard with them."
Splendid's heart sank at Splendont's words. The twins had paid the price for his failure. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, along with the pain from the torture he had endured at Splendont's hands. And yet he couldn't even grieve properly with his weakened state. His fur peeling off with second passing. The burning pain of his injuries is just too much to take.
"Foolish of them to think I'll spare their breaths for giving up the info about your weakness," Splendont spat out, his tone dripping with malice. "And to think it was just this green rock."
He held up the Kryptonut close, a small green rock surrounded by that sickly green glow. Splendid couldn't even respond, his heart pounding with fear and dread. Seeing this further Splendont's repulsed expression.
"Seriously, you disgust me," Splendont hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits. "You don't deserve to be the original."
Splendid lay in a puddle of his own vomit, his tears of anguish mixing with the acidic liquid. He looked up at Splendont, his eyes pleading for mercy he knew would never come. He felt the tears streaming down his face, mixing with the vomit that covered him. Splendid tried to speak, but he couldn't find the strength to form a single word. He could only watch as Splendont grabbed a chunk of his hair, his red eyes blazing with fury and hatred.
"Remember this day, Splendid," Splendont loomed over him, his face etched with disgust and disappointment, "For the world will acknowledge me."
GORETOBER 2023
Day 11 & 12: Bloodbath and Possession
CONTAINS -> DISTURBING IMAGERY, WEIRD LIMB ANGLES, BLOOD
Pop stood beneath the ceiling, eyes riveted to the macabre sight above him. The ceiling was covered in blood... blood spilled during the thing's latest feast. Frozen in fear, his heart pounds loudly in his chest as he witnessed his son's new form. The once sweet, innocent Cub has been taken over by something beyond his comprehension of evil. Cold sweat break down his neck, making Pop shiver uncontrollably. He only have himself to blame for this.
He held the shovel closer to him, trying to find some comfort in its sturdy form, but his mind was racing with images of what his son had become. He watches helplessly as his sweet baby is twisted into a monstrous shape, the tentacles squirming like snakes. Its razor-sharp teeth rattles - craving; there's that insatiable hunger to it that makes Pop's own teeth grind in fear. He wants to run, to scream, to do something, but his body remains paralyzed.
"Son?" Pop asked, his voice cracking with both fear and sadness. He couldn't bear the thought of his own flesh and blood turning into such a monstrous creature.
Cub turned its head towards Pop, and Pop felt his blood run cold as he saw his son's face. The tentacles spreading out from Cub's neck moved erratically. Pop felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Slowly, the thing that painfully settled in his son's body spoke in a deep, grotesque voice.
"THIS VESSEL IS LIMITING FATHER, I REQUIRE MORE SUSTENANCE"
the 'Cub' snarls, its words filled with an otherworldly hunger.
Pop can only back away in horror as the possessed Cub rises to its feet on the ceiling, its body contorting in unnatural ways. He doesn't know what to do or where to go now. As the thing starts to charge forward, he prays for this nightmare to en-
GORETOBER 2023
Day 13: Witch
CONTAINS -> OPEN WOUNDS, BURNING FLESH
Giggles stepped onto the stage, clad in her black robes and pointed hat, ready to commence the scene where she would be burned at the stake by the villagers. She took her place on the platform, feeling the heat from the torches burning around her. As the scene began, she began to chant her spells, her voice ringing out over the audience.
But something seemed off. The heat from the torches was getting hotter, and Giggles felt it seeping through her robes. She began to sweat, and her heart raced as she realized the flames were real. She cried out for help, but her cries were drowned out by the applause from the audience. They thought it was simply part of the performance.
"HELPPP!"
Giggles screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling the flames creeping up her legs.
"This isn't supposed to happen!"
But her cries went unanswered. Giggles looked up at the crowd, her eyes filled with terror. She had made a mistake, and now she would pay the price. She couldn't think of anything else to do but scream out in pain. And the irony was, critters were now clapping even more, thinking that Giggles was giving the "most convincing" performance.
As her screams echoed through the auditorium, Giggles felt her strength beginning to fade. She knew that there was no escape, and that she was doomed to die on that stage. And with her last breath, she sighed, "At least they've enjoyed my perfor-"
GORETOBER 2023
Day 14: Hooked
CONTAINS -> GUSHING BLOOD, PIERCED THROUGH FLESH
"Yarrrdy har har ho! What a weird nightmare that was :D"
GORETOBER 2023
Day 15 & 16: Voodoo. Sewn.
CONTAINS -> EXTREME MALNUTRITION, LIMB CONTORTION, DISTURBING IMAGERY
I stare at myself in the mirror and see him... my twin brother, Shifty. He looks back at me with that smug reassurance I've been missing. I was almost tricked by my twin's apparition only to met with my own reflection -a gaunt face with bloodshot eyes, the bags under them from many nights of sleeplessness.
I dare not remember the last time I slept or ate. I smile weakly but it's more of a grimace, my lips dry and cracked from lack of food. My ribs are painfully visible through my skin, a reminder of the days that have passed.
I enter the underground chamber, the foul stench of my brother's decomposing body assaulting my senses. The stench mixes with the scents of the herbs and other materials I've used for previous incantations. I feel my body twitching and jittering like never before, a reaction caused by the overwhelming amount of stress and anxiety I'm feeling. I take a deep breath and focus on the task at hand.
In one hand, I hold a figurine of my brother, Shifty, built from patches of his fur and threads stolen from a remote accursed place. In my other hand, I hold the voodoo doll I've spent countless hours creating. I begin to utter the incantations, my voice shaking with fear of failure or consequence. As I feel the dark magic eat away at my sanity, a lump forms in my throat and I feel a tear fall down my cheek as I realize what I'm doing and what I'm about to do. The red strings I've used for the sutures in my brother's limbs begin to glow like red veins, the same way the voodoo doll in my hands vibrates to life.
I can't contain my joy as my brother begins to move, I'm used to seeing no results with previous rituals. Before I knew it, my emotions gush out without filters.
"Sh-Shifty?... you're back, I can't believe you're here again. Seriously, you're always so selfish. How dare you leave me alone for so long..."
My excitement is accompanied by hope knowing that the normalcy I craved for feels so close to happening.
Hope turns into confusion as I notice his reply is utter silence.
Confusion turns into into horror when I notice that his movements mirror those of the doll I hold.
My heart aches as I realize that my brother is not truly alive. I want to scream and cry, but my vocal cords have become parched from lack of use. I want to hit something, but my limbs refuse to move. I don't have the lungs to scream when I can't even breathe.
I crawl towards Shifty, holding the doll close to my chest. I cry silently into his fur, the clashing thoughts in my head confronting the reality I've been denying for so long.
"You're so unfair," weakly, I squeeze my words out of my throat, bargaining to the nothing in front of me. I slump to the ground, knowing how useless my struggles for talking are when the one I intend it for is long gone.
"I still need you," I voicelessly muttered, "It was always us against the world and it should always be that way... Why did you have to leave me? I can't handle this alone... come back... please... I still need..."
GORETOBER 2023
Day 17: Crime Scene
CONTAINS: IMPLIED SUFFOCATION, DISTURBING IMAGERY
BREAKING NEWS
Police announced today that the suspicious death of 28-year-old Truffles, a boar, in an abandoned parking lot is being investigated as a homicide. The body was found by a passerby who immediately called law enforcement.
The main suspect in the case is a nearby purple lamb who claims to have witnessed a "pickle choking Truffles." Police are still investigating and have not yet confirmed this allegation.
The city's police department says the investigation is still ongoing and that they are doing everything in their power to solve this puzzling case. The community is devastated by the loss of Truffles, who was known as a generous and hardworking fellow who made a mark on everyone he met. The investigation is still ongoing and the community hopes that justice will be served soon...
GORETOBER 2023
Day 18: Explosion
CONTAINS -> DISFIGUREMENT, EXPOSED FLESH AND BONES
As the report reaches the radio, "Bomb set, ready for detonation," the sense of exasperation filled the agent's body. He was eager to finish the job and return to his secluded life, free from the politics of the agency. Instead, all he received was a nagging voice from headquarters, ordering him to step away from the site.This was not the first time Agent Mole had been underestimated due to his disability. Being blind, he had to rely solely on his heightened senses to navigate the field. But he had proven time and time again that he could execute his missions with precision and ease. He was tired of the bureaucratic red tape and decided to take matters into his own hands.
With a flick of his cane, he overrode the original plan and pressed the button to start the detonations himself. The sound of the buzzing frequency filled his ears, but something wasn't quite right. It was much nearer than expected. He could hear the rumblings of the explosion getting louder and louder. With a thunderous roar, the bombs detonated, sending debris in every direction.
The force of the explosion was overwhelming. He was slammed to the ground, surrounded by a cloud of dust and debris. His vision was obscured, and he could feel the sting of debris hitting his fur and coat. His ears were ringing from the explosion, and he could taste the smoke and ash in the air. His heart raced with fear and terror as he realized that he had made an error - one to end his life.
He ached from the impact and was caught in the eye of the storm. As his heart ceased to beat, he let go of his consciousness, ready to accept the consequences of his actions while the flames insists to singe all his fur...
GORETOBER 2023
Day 19: Found
CONTAINS -> DISTURBING IMAGERY, BLOOD
The silence is maddening, it almost made me wished I'm already found.
I curled up under the bed, minimizing my posture as much as possible. Every small squeak and groan the house made felt like an alarm, warning me that my pursuer was closing in.
I keep checking behind, making sure my tail isn't sticking out in the darkness.
On the verge of tears, I laugh - how else can I release tension in such a situation? Usually, I pride myself for its size and will gladly show it off to others. Now, I'm damning the day I get that stupid tail enlargement surgery.
Then, the tirade of insults against the stupid decisions of my past self all came to a halt by a clomp. The all-too-familiar sound of his paws against the floor, as if he was tracking me with his nose, hot on my trail.
I shuddered, fighting back the urge to scream in fear. It didn't help that I could smell the scent of rotting flesh in the air. I could hear him pacing across the floor, his heavy breathing signaling the nearing end of this twisted version of hide and seek.
I hate this game.
That dumbass rabbit should have just- sigh, what's the point.
Wishing harm to the one who started this is pointleas considering he is the first one to go. Way to use a party popper, Cuddles.
A creak - its harshness jabs my ears.
For that moment I froze, my whole body going cold, unable to move a single inch.
I clutched the socks I found nearby close to my chest, hoping this would somehow ward the guy off. That of course is ineffective hearing how his footsteps are getting closer. He's growling to my direction, as if I need any more reason to be intimidated in the darkness.
The room felt suffocating as I cowered under the bed, trying to contain my breathing. I could feel the sweat trickling down my forehead as I clutched the socks tighter.
I knew he was right in front of me, crouching down with his strikingly yellow eyes glaring back at me. I could imagine him smirking, his sharp teeth gritting as he brandished his bowie knife.
I closed my eyes, willing the vision to go away as soon as I opened them again...
but it didn't.
