Mermaid Effect

Location: Pine Street Apartments, Kansas, USA

Time: 03:00AM

Silvery moonlight slanted into Rand's apartment.

Rand was asleep.

It's been a while since he discovered Munster was nesting under his bed, and Rand was so unsure that brutally removing it would be the right decision - so he finally decided to acquiesce in it under his bed nesting.

After observing for a long time, Rand fell asleep as usual... He thought it would be an ordinary night (except for an extra creature under the bed, but it was just his pet after all.)

The curtains were not drawn, and the faint silver curtain of light enveloped the man on the bed with his eyes closed.On the dark blue mattress, his flesh whitened by the dim moonlight was like ivory jewels in a blue velvet jewel case.Rand's eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, but his cheekbones were blushing unnaturally at this moment, and if you looked closely, you could hear his breathing becoming more and more rapid and heavy...

It was a radiant dream, for Rand.

Like all men, this dream brought a sweet impulse. Unconsciously, all the muscles in his body were tense. He turned over frequently to adjust his posture. As for the fingertips are turning white.

This seems to be just a situation that ordinary men often encounter...if you can ignore the obvious smell in the air that is not right.

It smelled somewhat similar to that of the little monster, which Rand had gradually grown used to, but overall, it was quite different.

That smell became more intense, it smelled so rich, if Rand was still awake, he would probably feel that even the air had become viscous like jelly, it was hard to tell whether it was a fragrance or a stink, it smelled Going up...like the smell of hormones in their purest form.

Yep, that smell that makes your body heat up, your blood pump and you want to do something.

And Rand's current situation, no doubt, is precisely because of this smell.

Some muffled groans leaked from Rand's moist and ruddy lips, his Adam's apple was rolling, and his eyeballs were quivering rapidly under his eyelids.

Then he finally woke up from his deep sleep because of that strong feeling.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and there was an abnormal feeling of powerlessness in his body.

For a moment he even felt that he was still in a dream, because he felt as if his body was falling in an infinitely viscous gelatinous ocean.He realizes he should get up and put himself in a pair of dry underwear, yet his body is as soft as spaghetti that's been boiled for four or ten minutes, unbelievably soft.He couldn't use any strength except to breathe—oh no, even breathing was so difficult.

Rand also smelled that smell now. After all, the smell had become more intense. They were like some kind of substance. As Rand breathed into his lungs, his body slowed down. Slowly, Rand's stomach was sickened by the smell.

This is not normal.

Rand is clearly aware of this.

something is wrong...

He bit his lip hard, and he tasted some blood, but felt no pain at all, although he felt that every inch of his skin was burning like fire.

Fever perhaps, or some strange ailment?

Rand fell into extreme confusion about the current state of his body - he didn't think that fever would cause some other physical condition...

In the struggle, he turned over with great reluctance, just this action made his heart beat faster again, the strong smell made him dizzy, and he was only a little bit away from losing control of his body again .

However, after all, it was a little bit short-because Rand heard the slight breathing.

No, it didn't even look like breathing...it was the sound of something wet rubbing against something regularly.

Rand tried to hold his breath, and he even began to suspect that the sound was coming from himself-you know people's chests always make some strange sounds when they have a high fever, and their messy heads always give out Misjudgment of all kinds.

He only held his breath for a moment, because after a few brief seconds, the mattress behind him visibly sank, and the springs under the mattress made a small "creak—creak—" sound.

Rand felt his heart beat faster, and he felt as if his brain was about to freeze, becoming blank.

The sound of heavy breathing became very obvious. Rand didn't know if "that person" behind him heard it. Time seemed to slow down very slowly at this moment.

The small sound of the mattress shaking and the wet rubbing that makes the hair on the back get closer.

Amidst Rand's nervous breathing, which became more and more pronounced, came another wet sound—it sounded like a huge wet tongue flicking fleshy lips.

who is it?

Rand wanted to ask this, he thought maybe it would be better for him to pretend he was still asleep, but he knew he couldn't fake it, his heart was beating so fast and pounding like every organ was in his ribs Tap danced.

He had a cell phone under his pillow, but Rand's limp body had put him in a crisis situation—he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

And to make matters worse, Rand suddenly realized that his body was shrouded even more tightly by another untimely passion.

It's very weird, but it happened.

He swears that thing between his legs has never been harder than it is now, but he is also saner than ever, and now he is in danger.

The heat of his body was heating up with the thicker breath, Rand felt the crisis and at the same time had to clenched the muscles inside his cheeks so as not to make some out-of-control sounds.His vision was blurred by this physical and mental struggle.

The "person" was getting closer and closer, and Rand couldn't turn his head, but he could catch a glimpse of a shadow poking his head out of the corner of his eye, looking down at Rand.

The sound of "sizzling" water was accompanied by a strong fishy smell, as well as that weird fragrance, like an invisible thick wool blanket covering Rand completely, and he couldn't even breathe well.

A drop of warm liquid fell on Rand's face.

Rand didn't notice that at first, but soon, the liquid dripped more densely on his body - face, shoulders, arms, belly...

It's a sticky thing, like some kind of slime, with the same smell and hot, humid temperature, like... the saliva of some kind of creature, if you must.

Rand felt very sick. When the mucus slid across his bare skin, it felt crazy. What's more damned is that Rand's hot skin was more sensitive than ever, and the touch of them slowly sliding down was so clear Degree.

Rand opened his mouth and let out a retching sound. His first reaction was that a psychopath broke into his apartment, but when he finally struggled to turn his head away.

In his field of vision, something far beyond the description of the word "abnormal" appeared.

It looks like some kind of animal that only appears in the "Strange Creatures of the World" reveal. It has two very large eyes, the pupils occupy the entire orbit, and there are two red eyeballs on each side of the eyes , the translucent nictitating membrane is trembling.

Its forehead and cheeks are covered with light blue scales, and below the face, there is a narrow crack that runs across its entire face—that is its mouth.

Rand knew this because... After noticing Rand's gaze, "it" opened the slit to Rand, so Rand was able to see the fine teeth there, and the There are two insect-like mouthparts on both sides of its cheeks, and the translucent tentacles, which are somewhat similar in texture to jellyfish, sway slightly near the mouthparts.

When the tentacles rubbed against the mouthparts, Rand saw a large amount of mucus being secreted.He finally saw clearly what those things were dripping on him.Now they are no longer drop by drop, the mucus has gathered into a water column and poured continuously on Rand's body.Although Rand tried his best to avoid it, some mucus still entered his mouth. It was salty and had a special fishy smell.

The mucus soon became more viscous after it came into contact with the air. They solidified slightly, and finally formed a film-like film on the surface of Rand's body.

Breathing became more difficult, especially for Rand, whose body was so limp, he was breathing with his mouth open in embarrassment... and "it" seemed particularly happy about this situation.It even brought its ghastly face closer, and the tentacles swayed and rubbed against its mouthparts more vigorously-after a while, Rand suddenly realized that what its behavior represented What.

"It" wanted to pour that mucus into Rand's mouth.

"……no no……"

Rand thought he was screaming, but the muffled sound sounded like weak moans.

"It" grinned wider - in fact, it learned this unfamiliar muscle movement through careful observation.

If "it" had been more human, Rand might have seen that it was actually a smile.

Of course, in reality, Rand only saw the tongue popping out from the depths of "it" - it was blue, wet and had sunflower-shaped unidentified forks on the surface.

The prongs wobbled and slid across Rand's frantically shaking face.

"It" tried to stuff this thing into Rand's mouth.

It can be said that this is the key to making Rand explode completely—in other words, this behavior of "it" allows Rand's survival instinct to overcome the physical weakness brought about by those terrible smells.

One of his hands touched the bedside table, and then he gripped the brass lamp on the bedside table.

When the disgusting monster spit at him again, Rand gathered all his strength, and he smashed the two thousand dollar lamp viciously on the head of "it".

"It" feels like smashing some kind of industrial part that's steel on the inside and rubber on the outside.

Rand clearly felt the rebound, which made the lamp in his hand fall to the ground.

The monster jerked its head up, and it didn't look hurt—Rand only had time to see what appeared to be two sticks on "it"'s head, one of which was now limply hanging down—but it looked He was stunned, looking shocked.

Rand took this opportunity to roll and fell to the ground. He held his breath just now, and then found that after rejecting the strangely scented air, he seemed to have regained some strength, and then he staggered and rushed into the place close to him. Inside the nearest door.

That's the bathroom.

His heartbeat had never been faster, and the time was actually only a short moment, but Rand felt that moment was longer than ever, and he felt as slow as a snail.The only good thing is that the monster's reaction was slower than he expected, and it didn't turn its head to look at Rand until Rand had rushed into the bathroom.

"Haw... Haw..."

It made some weird and low-pitched calls, and slid towards Rand.

Oh yes, "slip" to come.

Rand found that its lower body was writhing in an S shape on the ground like some kind of snake, but this also allowed it to move very quickly.

When Rand pressed his shoulder on the door panel and slammed the door shut, it was less than thirty centimeters away from Rand.

Rand could even see the light reflected in its four eyes. It was like a beast, and the eyes could reflect a glimmer of light in such a dark shadow.A strong fishy smell hit his face—and the door closed.

"Crack-"

The door lock was locked.

Rand slumped to the ground weakly until this time, his vision blackened from lack of oxygen.

But the mood was not relaxed at all.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang..."

……

The sound of the thing slapping the door didn't stop almost after the door was closed. Rand leaned his back against the bathroom door, feeling the vibration of the door.

God, please make the side of this door a little stronger...

That was the only thought in his head, and he had practically prayed for it with all his life's devotion.

however--

"Crack..."

A few seconds later, the sound of wood cracking rang in his ears.

Rand's figure froze.

He slowly, slowly turned his head, just in time to see a blue tongue rushing back like a snake letter.

And just beside his right ear, a hole with a diameter of about five centimeters appeared on the door panel, and there were still white stubbles on the edge of the hole.

……

The loud knocking on the door stopped before, and a kind of silence... a silence that makes people feel chills behind came suddenly here.

It seemed that suddenly there was only one sound left in the whole world, Rand's own breathing.

He waited for a long time, but suddenly there was no movement outside.

However, it is this kind of silence, like a high-hanging knife, that will only make people feel that time is more tormented, because no one knows when the blade will suddenly fall and stay.

Cold sweat appeared on Rand's forehead.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and took another deep breath.

Then, trembling, he brought his eyes closer to the hole... He wanted to know what was going on outside.

—he saw another eyeball.

Red rolling eyes.

That's "it".

"It" was watching Rand outside the door.

"Oh, God--"

Caught off guard by the terrifying sight, Rand fell to the ground. He didn't even have any strength to get up. He could only maintain the posture of sitting on the ground, and slowly moved back with his hands.

He had no idea why such a terrible scene had appeared on him.

"Go away!"

Rand roared at the monster uncontrollably. In fact, he knew that such feeble shouting was useless, but he just couldn't help it.

"Go away, you monster!"

Rand didn't even think that monster could understand human speech. He swore that in the movie theater (if he had a chance to appear in the movie theater), he would never laugh at those who would only yell when facing monsters or ghosts. The fair-haired divas—he felt them deeply now.

And it was precisely because of this panic that at the very beginning, Rand even felt that the word was just his hallucination.

"Lan...Lan...Rand..."

A vague voice came from behind the door.

Then, "it" repeated itself.

"Land...de..."