#hallucinogens

& then once they've finished getting infected & androgenized the new men go off and fuck more girls into being hosts for the parasitic mushrooms

maybe the mushrooms make different people into different "sexes" since some fungi can have hundreds to thousands of different mating types

transgender mycelium network <3 forcegender parasites <3

reminds me of the cordyceps fungi which work by controlling the minds of insects and getting them near large amounts of other insects in order to infect them its such a deliciously fun thought that fungi would do so to humans to forcegender them and i like the implication that doing so would be for reproduction reasons plus fungal spore plumes as mind control is VERY fun as a concept when the fungi structurally reform a persons genitals

Deep breaths, someone was saying-soothing-pleading-demanding from somewhere Mikey couldn’t see. A big ask after his world had gone up in smoke…A laboratory?

No. It was April’s apartment and his world was over. Leo had just hurtled through the window like a ragdoll. Limp. Lifeless. Mikey could only watch hyper-magnified droplets of rainwater and blood slither down the windowpane’s edge that had nicked his brother’s throat, stolen his last breath.

Leo?

Thunder roared for Shredder’s victory. Raph roared so much louder. April screamed. (The sheets of rain lashed urgently, trying to breach the darkness, shushing: Michelangelo, listen! I’m right here, I’m okay!)

April’s cries reached a frenzied pitch as Mikey stumbled, turning just in time to see Donnie—double mutated, mad, mindless—tearing her and Casey apart.

No! Stop, please!!

Don hissed, low and hungry (and even lower, We’re trying to help you!) until Kluh loomed, plowing a fist through Donnie’s head to bring the monster down. His other hand closed so easily around Raph’s throat.

No…No…!

His helpless flailing blurred through teeming tears. Mikey couldn’t blink them away. He couldn’t intervene. He couldn’t scream. He could only watch as Raph…

As Raph’s head swiveled toward him, looming closer yet hazier, his hands eerily stretching the distance to grip Mikey’s trembling shoulders. As his frantic, futile warbling for air miraculously gained some strength, some…syllables.

C’mon, bro, snap out of it! With the oxygen mask it oughta be wearin’ off by now! If that wackbag doctor lied to us, I’ll gas him, give him a taste of his own medicine—

Wait, look! His pupils are responding more normally now. Mikey? Can you hear us? Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real. We’re here. We’re with you. Everything’s okay, I promise.

He couldn’t believe that.

Just breathe.