SHockverse Saturdays! #2: VORTEX OF WET ANNIHILATION
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You wake up and roll out of bed. Leave your room and walk down the hallway to the living room.
*clicks* on the tv…
SHOCK SATURDAYS! MORNING BLOCK blinks onto the screen illuminating your mind.
You have just entered, the SHockverse nexus. WELCOME to the - OMNIMEX.
Get shocked!!!!!!
Mister SHock throws up the shocker on both hands properly…
Tokshoku Shelly is slapping down Dual Battle Cards playing against Tiny Dumas the little black fur wolf man and his shoulder surfing companion MiniDumas… who is an exact copy of him, but the size of an action figure instead of that of a little kid.
The cartoonish yet adorbale werewolves are dressed in black denim overalls and have faces like wolves.
Hi Gang! *Shelly waves to the camera*
Yeah. Hi. I guess. *Tiny Dumas snarls menacingly - flashing his gnarly little fangs*
Today’s lineup is gonna get a little wet. Here, take this.
*she hands you a yellow rain parka like the ones in the first Friday the 13th movie*
You’re gonna need that. We gotta finish this game, so. Here’s the premiere of our new series, Raf Adventures: In the Swamplands. ENJOY!
*enter transmission broadcast*
*opening credits concludes*
Ep. 1 - In the Swamplands
Raf steps onto the boat. Dressed in blue denim jeans and a red aloha shirt. His mohawk is gnarly as fuck… it’s all spiky and shit.
He goes looking for Comet and Sadie, but he can hear them getting busy in their cabin below. He heads back up to the deck.
After rolling up his pants legs like Huckleberry Finn and dipping his feet, into the cool water. He rolls himself a blunt on the gunwale like it’s a table.
Raf lights the weed. Inhaling the smoke in deeply.
Comet appears afterwards shortly. He has no shirt on, his hair covered chest out.
“I ain’t know you were out here.” Comet says and reaches to receive the blunt from Raf as he passes it. Looking a bit embarrassed. His broad jawline makes him look like the hero in an 80s action cartoon. Dude has a torso like an action figure too so that tracks.
His girlfriend Sadie comes out, dressed in blue denim cutoffs and a red flannel, tied in the front. Sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
“Hey darlin.” She says to Raf and comes over and kisses him on the cheek.
Comet passes her the blunt, but she refuses. Instead, she makes him shotgun the smoke into her mouth.
“What we gettin’ into today?” Raf asks. Taking the blunt back from Comet.
Comet goes inside to retrieve a shirt. He comes back out. Buttoning it up the middle before responding.
“Shit. Someone keeps gettin’ the chickens out there at Jedidiah’s farm.” Comet starts goin’ around gettin’ the boat ready for a voyage.
Raf nods. “Cool.”
“You want sumthin’ to eat, sugar?” Sadie asks Raf. Her strong Southern drawl echoed in every word.
“I’m good. Sade. Thanks tho.” Raf flicks ashes from the blunt, into the water. His feet still dipped in it…
Comet boots up the boat and they head off. Cruising into the swamp. Headed for the farm that keeps comin’ up short on chickens each time the sun comes up. Raf rolls one more blunt to smoke. Chiefing on it, alone. While Comet steers the boat downstream and Sadie makes them breakfast down in the tiny galley.
They dock at a small swamp port. Raf helps tie the boat, secure. They climb off. And are immediately greeted by Jed’s farmhand.
Big Willy smiles dumbly. “How ya’ll doin’ this fine mornin?” He asks. His big boarish body bulging from inside his overalls.
“We’re doin’ just fine, Willy.” Comet adjusts his trucker cap over his eyes. To block out the shade.
Sadie slips her bare feet into some boots built for mud. She stands up holding her leg out and examining how they look on her.
Willy seems mesmerized by the sight of her, in her short shorts, bare legs exposed to the bright rays of the sun. Making her soft white skin glisten beneath it.
“Let’s get goin’ Willy.” Comet commands. Notcin’ his eyes lingerin’ on his lady a bit too long.
“Sure thang.” Willy wobbles when he walks, runnin’ to the truck.
Comet climbs into the passenger side. Raf and Sadie get in the back and ride in the bed. It’s a bumpy little jaunt over to the farm.
This is deep swamplands…
*commercial break interrupts broadcast*
Lovecraft adjusts his posture in the chair nervously.
“Hello Mr. Lovecraft. Our aim today, is to cure you of your fears.” Dr. SHock says, gripping the clipboard in his hands. “Sound good?”
Lovecraft nods.
“Now, why are you afraid of vaginas?” The Doctor of SHocks asks him.
“Because…” Lovecraft looks from left to right. “They’re wet, and… they… eat you.”
Dr. SHock cackles like mad. “What?! No. They don’t do that.”
“Yes. They do.” Lovecraft murmurs uncomfortably. His discomfort showing on his face and his subtle twitching.
“I mean. I guess they do. But not the way you’re making it sound. You’re implying they actually swallow your entire body whole.”
Lovecraft gulps hard. “They do… swallow you whole. The viscous tendrils extend like plains into unfathomable depths. Consuming you into their fiendish midst.”
Dr. SHock shrieks laughing. “Okay. Well. We need to cure you of this so, go into that room. And our lovely adult film actress from SHock AFter Dark, Macy Sinks, is gonna swallow you inside her… fiendish depths. To break your fear of the cosmic unknown.”
Missy pulls the curtain aside for him, her body exposed by lingerie. “This way Mr. Lovecraft.”
“Go ahead Howard. It’ll be fine. You’re gonna wet. But that’s part of the fun. She will be very gentle with you. Right Macy?” Dr. SHock glances over and she gives him the thumbs up.
Lovecraft gnaws on his bottom lip ferally. His head shoots back and forth. Between Macy and the doorway. He suddenly rises from his chair and goes running as fast as he can. “Noooooo!!!” The legendary weird fiction author that pioneered cosmic horror for future generation screams. Fleeing from the opportunity to have sex… because… to him… vaginas are wet… and they eat you.
Don’t they though? Hehe. This story is approved by Dr. SHock. The Doctor of SHocks. See yax next time, on SHockverse Saturdays! Before the sun is up. Stay shocked! *throws up the shocker on both hands* end.
*returns to normal programming*
Jed’s waitin’ outside, as they pull up. Willy puts the car in park. Comet’s already out the door before it comes to a full complete stop.
Raf and Sadie saunter up following him. Jed waves and shakes his hand. “Thanks for comin’ out here like this. I know it’s a long way.”
“No problem, Jed. That’s why I got a boat.” Comet snatches his hat off his head and uses it to bat flies away.
Sadie swats a mosquito from her thigh. “Damn bugs.” Her drawl echoes like a soft bird song. Sweet as honey…
“Sumthin’ keeps eatin’ my damn chickens.” Jed says. “Ima lose my farm this keeps up. We make lot of our money off them eggs and off that poultry.”
“What you think it is? Gators?” Comet questions. Raf starts sniffin’ around for clues like Scooby Doo. His gumshoe instincts takin’ over as he walks off on his own.
“I don’t know how in the hell no damn gators can get these locks open I got on the coops. But every night. Their broke off. Come sunup.” Jed fumes furiously.
“Maybe its bears.” Comet suggests. But doesn’t sound like normal bear behavior and sure not how the gators conduct themselves. Breaking off lock latches…
“Beats the hell outta me, Comet.” Jed shrugs his shoulders. “Let me show you to the coops.”
Willy walks off to get to some work. Sadie follows alongside Comet as Jed takes them back to the coops.
“This sounds strange, sugar.” She says to him.
“I know.”
Jed holds his hands out like, look… see! The coops have been soiled by chicken blood and the locks are broken off. The remaining chickens are cluckin’ about flustered like they all shook up or sumthin’ actin’ kinda strange themselves.
“See how these chickens actin. They seem, scared. It’s the damnedest thing.” Jed has a confuddled look. His eyes bulging out big.
Raf appears. “Found sumthin. Come on.” He tells Comet and Sadie then steps away.
When Comet catches up to him, Raf is kneeled down over some tracks. They look like feet. But not quite…
“See these tracks.” Raf’s staring down at them like the weird tracks are tryn’a speak in a language he needs to decipher to understand.
“What are those?” Sadie says fearfully. “Looks like they got, claws on ‘em.” Her fright reflects in the sudden sharp rise in her voice inflection.
“Can you tell me, what we’re lookin’ at here… Comet.” Jed mutters. Looking confused even more than before.
“I don’t know. But we gonna stick around tonight and find out.” Is all he says. Lookin’ over to meet Sadie’s gaze. She nods in agreement. Tying her dirty blonde hair back in a messy bun. Strands comin’ loose from it as soon as creates it.
“You got an extra shotgun, Jed?” Raf asks. Jed nods and heads into the house to go grab it. “I have a feeling this is gonna get… weird.” He tells Comet.
Comet and Sadie both just nod. Glad they have him along for sumthin’ like this. It just so happens to be what he’s the best at.
Solvin’ weird ass cases…
Night seems to take it’s time comin’ around. Jed feeds them catfish and they all eat at the table together. It’s just Big Willy and Jed on the farm, once his other farmhands go home. Jed’s wife left him years back. Kids don’t talk to him no more.
Comet sips a cold beer. He has his shotgun restin’ against his knee, sittin’ out by the fire they got goin’ in the front yard.
Raf is grippin’ his like a soldier, at war. Checkin’ it and examining it every ten minutes like something might have changed. His eyes are tense, steady, and focused. Watching for any sign of threat. Like a fine tuned commando. The aspect of him that makes him equally dangerous and reliable.
Despite being only nineteen and change. He’s wise far beyond his years… in a number of ways….
“I wanna go for a trip. We need to get outta this muggy swamp.” Sadie says to Comet. A hatchet gripped in her palm.
“Where you wanna go?” Comet asks. Givin’ his beer another swig.
A weird noise draws their attention, alerting the small party to an emerging disturbance. Raf instantly aims the shotgun.
The trio rises to their feet and head on back towards the chicken coop. The chickens are makin’ a whole lotta racket.
As they walk over to the coops they discover the intruder. It ain’t human… mostly.
The Gator Man steps out of the coop gripping one chicken in each hand. His clawed mitts tightly around their necks like nooses.
His body is like a man. But covered in scales, and his hands and feet carry claws and his head and face is that of an alligator completely.
The reptoid snarls flashing his big ass jaws. Then darts off. Fleeing into the woods.
Raf clicks on the flashlight attached to his shotgun by duct tape. Running after it…
Comet and Sadie click on their flashlights too. Running in pursuit of Raf as they fall behind in the shadows of his footsteps. Their breathing strained by the effort of their running.
Raf stomps over brush. His arms scraping against branches and brambles. He doesn’t even flinch. The Gator Man is vanishing by the second. Descending deeper into his native dominion. Becoming the trees.
He stops. Aiming the beam of the flashlight, and the barrel of the shotgun, in a fast, sweeping motion. Moving from side to side. Tryn’a locate the strange creature. The Gator Man escaped…
Comet and Sadie catch up to him.
“It got away.” Raf’s body loosens up and he lowers the shotgun like it’s a toy gun. Letting it rest against his leg carelessly.
“What, was… it.” Sadie puts emphasis on the it part.
“Gator Man.” Raf says.
His voice hangs in the air like a ghost story being told at the campfire… the legend of the Gator Man… ain’t no damn legend.
to be continued
*return to Planet SHock*
Hi! *Shelly waves* that was fun, right! How scary. i didn’t know they had Gator Men in the swampland bayous of Mississippi.
Next up is the second episode of Moreau’s Island. Let’s see how much weirder the investigation at the resort, is gonna get. Or maybe Raf is gonna be too sidetracked by his new pool crush. Let’s tune in! *Shelly clicks the transmission remote to start the next programming broadcast* it flashes onto the screen.
Saturn Slut enters the pilot station of the control sphere in the spaceship. The doors go… woosh! Allowing her to step through angrily.
Captain Comet follows after her.
“Fuck you, Comet!” She yells, her pink hair swaying as she turns to face him and yell in his direction. Her hair spills down past her shoulders in two pigtails.
“Saturn. I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He tries to touch her, but she slaps his hands away. Shunning him.
“By sticking your c*** in that alien skank!” She screams. Throwing a tantrum. She stomps her foot, as she says it.
“I need you. You’re my gravity.” He tells her…
Suddenly, there’s a slight calm that falls over them both. Encompassing the sphere of the pilot station.
He reaches for her and she doesn’t stop him. She slips into his arms. Turning her back to him, so her ass is against him. “You’re such a bastard.” She whispers quietly.
Comet pulls her space suit down off her shoulders and kisses her shoulder. “I know I am. But… I wanna, get inside your orbit.”
“Do it, then.” She challenges.
Comet pulls the rest of her spacesuit down around her ankles then flings it across the control room. Lights blinking in the background. “Yeah. Tha…”
Oh my god! Stop the tape! Tiny Dumas! Shut it off!
Tiny Dumas is sitting in front of the viewing console with MiniDumas on his shoulder and a bowl of popcorn.
Come on. It was just getting good Shells. *smirks*
Yea! I wanna see the rest! *MiniDumas’ squeaky little voice pipes up too* jumping into the bowl of popcorn like it’s a pool.
Why you do that? *Tiny Dumas throws the bowl down on the floor, MiniDumas rolls out of the popcorn debris* Now I can’t eat it. When was the last time your ass took a bath.
Tiny Dumas goes to the broadcast deck and removes the tape labeled “Space Suits Are Hard To Get Off”
Raf! Were you in here watching SHock AFter Dark again! *Shelly yells cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice like a megaphone inside the station*
She puts her hands on her hips. I am sorry sorry about that. *shakes her head* What kind of a broadcast do they think we’re running here. This is supposed to be for kids.
*winks*
Let’s get the correct, tape in. This time. Tiny Dumas… *accusatory glance*
It was Raf’s fault. I ain’t leave this shit in here. Tiny Dumas inserts the correct tape for the proper broadcast to begin. Shelly cross her arms with a little smirk.
MiniDumas swallows a popcorn kernel nearly as big as his head from scattered all over the floor. Tiny Dumas goes to retrieve a broom to sweep it up. The show starts.
*transmission begins as scheduled programming*
MOREAU’S ISLAND - EP. 2
I’m in my room. In the dark. Hammering away at the laptop keys. Typing out all my first observations and cliff notes on the resort. I haven’t discovered anything weirder than resorts always are. The paradise lifestyle has this magical quality of nonreality. That’s the whole damn point of it.
My phone dings. I check my text. Suzie wants to have dinner. I text back, see you in like an hour text me once you’re there. The restaurant at the resort is the number one destination for dinner. Every guest on the island goes there to eat. There’s like three but that one, is the main one that people like most. Suzie and me had spent most of the afternoon together. No sex. Not yet. But I suspect after dinner… sex until morning.
I’m already getting sidetracked. That’s not good. It always complicates things when you start having amazing sex and falling in love for a woman you just met and know absolutely nothing about. My problem is I only want women that can undo me. Turn my mind inside out. Make me question what life really is. Who I even am or thought I was. Women like that, are my addiction.
Suzie… might be my poison. Or maybe… more paradise… on the island.
I take a swig from the wine bottle on the little desk. By the window. In my room. I’m supposed to be on my way to meet Suzie. I throw on my bright yellow aloha shirt for a fresh clean one.
Walking to the restaurant, I get the suspicious feeling I’m being watched. I don’t see anything. But I can sense it.
I stop. Take a quick glance behind my shoulder and from my left to right, above me, then at the ground. Nothing…
A strange sound alters my ears to something weird. I follow the bizarre screech and creep past the buildings more of the rooms for guests is in.
This little walkway leads to another smaller structure that stands apart from the rest of the resort. It looks like some kind of utility building for storing supplies. There’s a single staff member of the resort, standing in the shadows. He’s talking to somebody in a cloaked hood.
Which automatically strikes me… as absurd. Anytime you see someone in a cloaked hood like that. In the 21st century. Nine times out of ten. Monster in disguise. If not. Cultist, evil sorcerer, necromancer concealing their nefarious actions. Trying to keep a low profile. Funny part is nobody is “low profile” in a hooded cloak in this day and age.
The cloaked figure is the one producing the strange screech. But at this close range I can hear the words behind it, “We don’t know where he is!” The hooded figure roars.
“Dr. Moreau made a call this morning. He told us, if he isn’t found. The whole security of the island is at risk. You and those freaking animals need to do something about it.” The manager shouts a bit loudly at the hooded figure.
He takes a big step back, as the hooded cloak closes the distance between them. “Not, animals.” The voice grumbles.
“I didn’t mean anything by it.” The manager realizes his mistake. “Just. Find him. Go now. Please.” The manager is the first one to turn on his heels and hurry away towards the bushes I’m crouched behind.
Slipping deeper into the shadows I evade the unaware gaze of the manager. He isn’t looking for somebody sneaking around. Most times, nobody is. Makes it easy to sneak around. Being a gumshoe isn’t as hard as they make it out to be you just gotta know what you’re doing and be decent enough of a ninja.
The hooded cloak slinkers away. Vanishing into the dense forestry. I pursue but I’m keeping my distance. Chances are the thing ain’t human. If it picks up the sound of me trailing it. Could turn into a fight. I don’t wanna give away my presence on the island this early in the mystery. I’m still having fun employing stealth routines. I always did wanna be a legit shinobi as a kid.
Now I am one…
Staying pretty far back. I’m pretty much following behind in the footsteps of the creep by tracking its malevolent aura.
Since arriving on the island there’s been such a weird aura that literally hovers over all this shit. I wasn’t able to identify an isolated signal. For a lead. Until now…
The creature is moving fast. I have to actually speed up my pace to not get left behind.
Stomping through the green forest brush feels like stepping into the Vietnam War. It must have been a bitch in that… damn jungle hell.
I hear the familiar screech again. Then the creep takes off. I can tell its running cause the frequency of its aura keeps getting farther away. Almost imperceptible. I increase my speed and start sprinting to chase it. But the thing disappears among the forest, in the trees.
I’m standing there like a dipshit, spinning around tryn’a get a read on it using energy sensory but nothing.
Fuck it.
I find my back to the resort and realize I missed my date. I text Suzie: Sorry. I’m on my way.
No text back… I still rush over.
When I walk in through the door of the restaurant, most of the tables are cleared out. I’m standing there looking from right to left. Some waiter comes over and grabs my shoulder. I spin quickly to face him. Nearly chopping him in the face with a fast judo strike on instinct.
“Woah! Man.” He recoils back. Throwing his hands up to shield himself. “Chill out.” He says showing irritation I almost opened a can of whoop ass fu. “Are you the guy that super smoking hot chick was in here waiting for?” He asks with a weird look on his face. Like I’ve committed a crime.
“Guess I am.” I say to him. Assuming he’s talking about Suzie.
“You’re an idiot. She waited for like an hour. Then she took off. She didn’t even order any food.” He shakes his head and strolls off…
I walk outside. Text her again: Sorry I missed dinner.
No response. I walk back to my room. Same feeling as earlier. Like I’m being watched. And now I know there’s weird shit happening here on this island. Could be the figure in the hooded cloak. Another creep like him. Or some of the hired help functioning in the capacity of minor minions. In service to the sinister mastermind behind whatever evil scheme is operating here using the resort as a front.
That’s typically how it goes…
I get a text back: Try again, tomorrow. Breakfast?
My fingers move faster than my brain can process anything that’s happened since I hit that wine and left my room.
I text her back: wut u doin rn?
Suzie: nothing
Me: You like wine?
Her: Yes!
Me: Your room, or mine?
Her: Yours.
Me: 306.
Her: See ya there.
Me: walking back, be back three minutes
Her: Sounds good
I put my phone back in my pocket and hurry to my room. I get there before she does.
Five minutes later… there’s a knock. I open it. She has on her same dress from dinner I presume. It’s a red dress but has a green floral pattern like jungle vines or something…
I’m too focused on the low-cut front part of it to fully make out the rest of the dress.
She steps in and smiles. I close the door behind her. Moving to pour us the wine into glasses. I’d been straight from the bottle swiggin’ that shit.
We go to the little balcony outside my room. Sitting in the dark, in the chairs out there.
About half an hour, I was pulling her dress down off her shoulders. Letting it fall to my floor.
*trailer transmission plays for new OVA tape from “Bad Times Video” rental store*
There’s an animosity in longing and desire. A desperate hunger in it. And Passion. In the way you ride. In the way the howlers gnash riders to pieces… leaving them broken in the dirt, in the wolf pit.
I wrap my hand to the wolf’s rope. Son of a bitch is already tryn’a buck its way out of the gate under me. I’m sitting on the thing’s back. Securing my grip. On the rope…
There’s no feeling like being in the gate. Willfully tying yourself down to the back of a howler. The beast is growling and snarling through its muzzle. Scrapper is one of the greyskins in the pit. He’s a scrappy fucker. That’s why we started calling him that. He is also newer than the rest of the pack of mutts.
A surge of adrenaline hits my bloodstream. I feel the rush of the current as it roars through me. Seconds before the gate snaps open… unleashing me, and the beast I’m riding like a bull.
The gate snaps open, that mechanical clank noise reaches my ears and I know that I gotta hold the fuck on.
Scrapper goes rushing from the gate into the pit. Kicking up dirt as he cracks like a whip. Leaping in the air and extending his arms and his legs. Tryn’a buck me off.
My hand grips the wolf rope. Connected to the harness that secures a wolf rider to the back of a mutt. The howler snorts through its muzzle. Buckin’ and crackin’ like crazy…
I maintain my ride. Experience has taught me how to navigate the punishment a mutt imposes during the battle for supremacy.
Me, versus the beast. The beast attempting to knock me off its back, so it can have a free go at me. To gnash me to bits and scraps…
MIDNIGHT SHOWDOWN: THE HOWLER PIT - watch the full OVA.
*closing transmission*
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*ends* broadcast…
Raf looms in the hallway. Dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie. He slips a tape into the viewing dock that’s labeled: Too Dark For Canon. He sits down in the chair and starts watching it, in the shadows of a dark viewing room… in the Planet SHock Broadcast Station… to be contunued.
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