this wasn't how it was supposed to go...

DECAYDISPATCH-

blog modded by @astrogoatz BLOG IS SET IN 1988

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READ IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER: https://decaydispatch.tumblr.com/tagged/story%20tag%3A%20terrifying%20terrible%20adventure/chrono

! CONTENT WARNINGS !

! this blog will cover the following themes !

blood and gore

graphic violence

manslaughter

bodies/corpses

body horror

mental breakdowns

mental illness

bullying

ableism

guns

homophobia

insects

religion

ritualistic self harm

delusions

paranoia

slurs

swearing

weapons

nightmare fuel

psychological horror

MORGAN: "What do you mean I wouldn't get it!? It's just a fucking hole!"

ROSS: "Yeah but this one is scary!"

MORGAN: "What are you? 5? Scary hole? Fucking hell. We've been walking for like 15 fucking minutes dude."

ROSS: "I promise it's worth it."

MORGAN: "Well I hope so. This place reeks!"

Before Morgan can complain once more, Ross puts his hand out to his friend's chest. Stopping him in his tracks.

ROSS: "Here. Look."

Ross edges himself closer to the opening of the hole before kneeling down to sink his hands and claws into the ground.

The blood oozes out from around the grass. The small chunks of undefined meat slides off of his paws before landing on the ground with quiet thuds. The Tepig watches him do this, slowly realizing that the earth around this area isn't just red dirt, quickly putting the pieces together. The Darker Fennekin spins around, facing his palms towards Morgan.

ROSS: "IT'S MEAT. IT'S FUCKING MEAT."

ROSS: "THIS ENTIRE FOREST AREA. IS ON TOP OF SOME GIANT FUCKING MEAT THING. AND IT SMELLS LIKE IT'S ALIVE AND DEAD AND IT'S SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF ME MORGAN!"

MORGAN: "OKAY JESUS FUCK. I GET IT NOW. GOD..."

The two just stand there. Lines of sight switching between the flesh hole into darkness and the viscera on Ross' paws.

MORGAN: "Come on Ross..."

But before the Fennekin could even listen he had dashed off towards the accursed forest. Leaving the Tepig to simply continue trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes as he watched his friend run.

Eventually Ross stopped and turned back around. Distantly motioning in a way of 'are you coming idiot!?'

MORGAN: "I don't have a choice do I... You're lucky I... Ugh."

The fire pig trots over towards his friend and meets him at the forest's edge. Where they both continue inwards together with Ross leading the way.

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Ross is speechless at what he's found. Mortified by the possibilities.

ROSS: "I... I... I got to go back. N-nobody will believe me... Unless."

He suddenly has an idea. And begins running back out of the forest.

None of the adults would believe him if he told them what he saw. None of them would. The other kids won't either. He's just the writer dork, they'll think he's making up stories again.

As he runs he find's his notebook and pencil that he put down and discarded earlier, he picks them back up and begins running again.

Because there is one person that WILL believe him. His best friend, Morgan. He's sleeping in the camp cabin. He's just gotta get him up.

He slows his pace down as he reaches his own camp cabin, making sure his breathing is normal so he can be quiet and not wake up any of his cabinmates... Well. Other than Morgan.

He opens the door as quietly as possible and kneels down beside his friend's bed as he starts to gently shake him to wake him up while looking around to make sure everyone else is asleep.

ROSS: "Morgan. Morgan. Get up."

MORGAN: "Wh... Huh? Whazzit?"

ROSS: "I need you to get in your clothes and come outside. I found something."

MORGAN: "Wh...az the time?"

ROSS: "Shh. Doesn't matter. I just need to show you something I found. I can't describe it and you wouldn't believe me if I could. Get dressed and meet me outside."

MORGAN: "Jeez... Fine..."

Ross continued to tread through the forest. Ears perked up listening. Wondering where the sound is coming from. Eventually he stops jogging and continues at a slow walking pace and is calm...

Until.

He steps on something soft that squelches.

ROSS: "Eugh? What the-?"

It's gooey, its very warm and it sticks to his shoe. But most importantly it smells. It smells awful. And it vaugley moves.

It's flesh.

It's. Flesh.

The boy stumbles backwards, violently shaking it off of his foot as he crawls away from it. Questions flying through his head as he does.

Why is there flesh? Why does it sound like it's breathing, why does the breathing sound like it's coming from it? Why is it so soft that it sticks to you? Why does it smell so bad. Why is it in the ground. Goes it keep going underground? What is it from? Is it a creature? Is it alive?

There's so many questions and he doesn't know what to process and answer so he simply stops. He stays lying down on the ground staring at it. And he shakes. He shudders. Because whatever in front of him is disgusting and writhing and could not possibly be a creation under god's plan so it scares him.

But it's not hurting him. So it slowly stops scaring him. And curiosity slowly starts creeping up on him.

Is it really flesh or is it a fungi that's just... like flesh? That. That has to be it there's no way it can be flesh right. Fungi can smell awful and breathe it's got to be that.

But there's only one way to find out.

And to find out is to check if it bleeds.

. . .

And by god. It bleeds. It's blood runs red with the warmth of being alive. And it doesn't react. How could something not react with a huge claw gash in it?

Unless...

It's not a small patch of flesh.

It's a large one.

And it's simply underneath.

Covered by centuries of dirt and fauna.

This scratch is merely less than a pimple to it.

. . .

It's alive. It bleeds. It breathes. It's large and it's underneath the forest. It's underneath the camp. It's definantly underneath the lodge...

ROSS: "Oh I really like the flying foxes and the giant swing! The feeling of going through the air is really nice considering I'm not a species that can fly."

He looks off back into the forest, despite having just gotten to it's edge.

ROSS: "... I'm. Sorry. Can you give me a minute? I just. I have to figure out what this sound is or it's gonna make me go nuts."

ROSS: "I'll just leave these here and come back for them on the way back."

Ross jogs into the forest, ears up picking up any sounds that could alert him to where this... breathing, is coming from.

ROSS: "Uh... Yeah! Kinda. It's a two-week long field trip to Moonlight School Camp. There's different thing's we can do here and it's been really fun so far! Well. As long as I stay away from those hooligans."

He stands up.

ROSS: "Ah. I should honestly go back to my lodge and sleep. There's gonna be a big hike to the top of the forest hills tomorrow so they'll probably try pestering me all day during it. I'll need my energy for that."

He begins walking up and away from the forest but at the edge he stops. And listens. Because this whole time he was sitting there he felt and odd sound reach his ears. One that sounded like breathing. As if the forest itself was breathing.

And frankly...

He wanted to know what was in there. What was causing the air to waver. What was breathing and seething.

So.

Will curiosity kill the cat? ... Or fox, in this case.

ROSS: "Oh. I'm Ross Curtis! Nice to meet you."

???: "I haven't been writing stories for long either. I'm used to analysing things not really making things up. I wanted to try expanding my writing stuff. English Teacher said it was good for me and my brain anyway."

???: "Yeah I can see. Just hurts my mouth to keep it open for too long sometimes. See?"

. . .

???: "Oh. I'm writing a story. I can't do it back in my lodge because the light would keep everyone awake. Plus. The cool air and sounds of night creatures keeps me inspired. I try to write scary stories so it helps."

???: "Yeah it's safe. The lodge isn't far out from here. I made sure not to go too deep into the pines. I haven't seen you at the camp so far. Did you come in today with another school?

. . .

???: "Oh. I see by keeping my mouth a bit open and having my fire rest in my throat. It's kind of a nice feeling."

The Fennekin doesn't seem to be scared of Yarrow at all...

The year is 1988 and a young dark furred Fennekin is sitting alone at night-time in the woods.