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Darkest nightmare night nr 32. This is not what the Psychologist mean by “open up.”

continued from part 31: The achitecture of their body continued to morph as every nightmare they absorbed added yet more horror to their growin figure. Remaining only vaugely enquine in places out of the sheer nightmare fule from the “Wrongness” of the shapes. Otherwhise The part of the colective consiousness previously knows as Stygian, knew that their body had long since lost all resemblence to its original shape. Though it was the base uppon the base for this creature of shadow, It was diluted to the point that it might not have exised at all. But the part previously known as shadow reashured him, that their parts in the whole were as big a part of the symiose now as he had ever been. Every cell was still of their body. Not becoming less of the whole. But more. With every nightmare that had been added their power to the growing colectively, strengethening each other and the whole in turn. Their pony form was but a memmory they needed to shead themseles of. For they were not a pony anymore. They were a shamble of shadows. A being greater then the sum of its parts. Old anatomy became meaningless as their organs mutated into shapes long removed from earthly purposes. They no longer required a heart to pump their blood, or lungs to breathe the air, or intestince to process food. Not when they had become the purest darkness, the living manifestation of a thousand nightmares. The organs simply vessles for their manny, manny spirits. Every muscle, every limb home to another soul. And when they ran out of organs to house them all, more would simply grow from the swelling mass of darkness. Every chamber of their heart grew into a seperate vessle of blood. Their liver swelled with fungi whish grew into new livers. The bowels lengthened into canals and tunnels before mutating into a entangled spaghetti of tentacles, swelling far beyond what any mortal shell can hold. And as their chest burst they thought it similar to hatching. A new being sprining from the shape of the old. A being made up of countless forms in a swirling mass of nightmares. All yearning for the soft sensation of flesh and bone.
(Too gory?…)

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Posted previously at: 2019-10-24T06:44:25 | Posted previously by: GrimWeird