#slenbee talks

I guess I sort of had the idea to mix things up and pluck the strings of the typical "Am I still a man or am I a monster?" mixed with the Frankenstein-esque trope where Simon struggles with re-adapting to life amongst other humans now due to being both "The Butcher" on top of having been mutated by the god/eldritch creature beyond the light which some how "saved" him by keeping him alive after the explosion.

The concept I had with this is that- whatever entity or "god" this was that wanted to "see" into our world could only see so much, but the explosion Simon caused so close to the light some how- in that split second, widened the gap, and allowed it to stretch its influence out into Simons world and- as he was dying- it stitched him back together, replacing what the explosion had taken from him and, y'know, where he ripped off his arm, lol.

I don't really want to spoil my idea for how Simon looks but there would definitely be some fish like features, especially on the side he lost his arm. Scales on the neck, his back, the entire arm would be monstrous of course, or who knows maybe slap some tentacles on that side over there while we're at it lol.

He'd also probably get weird 'hungers' now too, which could either be a part of the creatures he's now merged with, or the god inside of him.

Because who doesn't love deep seeded, foreign, insatiable urges and appetites? >:3c I did say this was a monster fucker/terato post after all lol.

Anyways, I imagine that now that he's back on the station, he doesn't... know how to be.. himself, again? Because the caution people had toward him before with whispers of "the butcher" on their lips is now replaced with praise and joy with him being "the savior". People want to shake his hand, touch his shoulder, possibly even going as far as to try and hug him in thanks for saving humanity and bringing back hope, hope to finding out what truly caused the quiet rapture.

And it's just.. so much. Too much. Too many people, too many faces. Too many voices. All blending together like the voices back in the Iron Lung from that wretched abomination... It makes his chest tight and the edges of his vision go dark...

Then of course he'd meet either the fem!OC/reader, who I wanted to possibly be the scientist who was there when he woke up, and/or possibly even an 'old friend' of sorts. Someone else who likes the quiet, just like he does...

And thus would begin the whole sad simon struggling with himself internally, "am I a man or am I a monster?" arc, not feeling worthy, being afraid of what he's feeling, the new, the old.. and the new insatiable hunger that's slowly forming like an itch along with it.

Y'know, all that good, painful, "I just wanna bend and break this blorbo" stuff. <3 :3

Let me know if anyone likes this idea. I'm very much motivated by treats the kind words of others who think similar to me, so.. hehe.

If you have additional ideas, want to ask about this idea more, or wanna just chat about monster stuff or something idk, both my askbox and DM's are open. <3

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