666 Rubberpig 666

Hypnovember 1 - Soliloquy

Wandering through the abandoned factory turned impromptu rave party. The young man found himself wandering around looking for the entrance and following the thumping beat when he spotted something shining in the dim light. Upon further inspection he found a gasmask sitting on a dusty table, noting passively how it seemed much less dusty than its' surroundings. Immediately his mind drifted to the rubber fantasies

"What a lucky find! I almost want to put you on right now and go party!" he spoke to no one im particular. Holding it up in his hand and staring into the lenses.

"To drone or not to drone, that is the question?" he exclaimed jokingly.

Seeming to react to his musings, the mask almost seemed to grip his hand back and at the same time a tube like tendril coiled its way around his arm.

His playful musings quickly faded into panic as he tried to get himself out of the his current predicament. The mask seemed to melt into the tendril and its entirely flowed up his arm toward his face.

The man could offer no resistance what-so-ever as the mask deflty ascended his body, every attempt to slow it down or remove barely impeded it at all.

As the mask reformed in front of his face and closed in around him.