[Reality and dreams seem to clash, the air in this small place seems to be growing warmer and warmer. Yet what fell out of the cocoon is heedless of all of it. In their rage and pain, nothing else seems to matter.
But the other person calls out and they still for a moment. Long enough for him to attend to the straps of the mask. It's simply buckles that keep the straps locked in place and it's not hard at all to get off. But given their general panic it's obvious they'd hurt themself long before they calmed down enough to undo it themself.
When the straps are undone the mask doesn't fall. Gripping the sides, they pull hard and it comes off with an ugly pop and a shower of blood. The mask slams against the ground when they throw it and why it was stuck is revealed: lining the inside of the mask are spikes coated with both new and old blood. They've had to wear it for so long their skin healed around the spikes and it fused to their face. It's why they couldn't talk with their own words.
Just as those people planned.
Their face is a mess, peeling in chunks like there's even another layer under that mask too. The fake face is still visible, however. Golden eyes, a friendly smile. Smooth and without flaw.
What's underneath it is ugly. Red eyes, pain and rage. They reach up and start to tear the fake skin. There's more eyes in darkness under their real flesh.]
Let...me.... [Their real voice is harsh and rusty.] I'm going to...die. Die, die, die--!
cw: gore, body horror
But the other person calls out and they still for a moment. Long enough for him to attend to the straps of the mask. It's simply buckles that keep the straps locked in place and it's not hard at all to get off. But given their general panic it's obvious they'd hurt themself long before they calmed down enough to undo it themself.
When the straps are undone the mask doesn't fall. Gripping the sides, they pull hard and it comes off with an ugly pop and a shower of blood. The mask slams against the ground when they throw it and why it was stuck is revealed: lining the inside of the mask are spikes coated with both new and old blood. They've had to wear it for so long their skin healed around the spikes and it fused to their face. It's why they couldn't talk with their own words.
Just as those people planned.
Their face is a mess, peeling in chunks like there's even another layer under that mask too. The fake face is still visible, however. Golden eyes, a friendly smile. Smooth and without flaw.
What's underneath it is ugly. Red eyes, pain and rage. They reach up and start to tear the fake skin. There's more eyes in darkness under their real flesh.]
Let...me.... [Their real voice is harsh and rusty.] I'm going to...die. Die, die, die--!