chronoSprockets

  Transphobia, misogyny, scoleciphobia (worm stuff), body horror

  [colpse]

  I roll my eyes and huff at my left monitor. Video games these days have gotten out of hand. I stare at the toffy big-breasted babe on my screen and try to skip through her dialogue by tapping M1 aggressively.

  "Bro, this game is so fucking woke. Why'd they make the main NPC for this story arc be some dumb slutty looking princess? Why can't it be like Guard Captain Arutheus. He's way cooler than this chick." I moan to my friends over voice call.

  "I don't know what you're compining about Rory. Crown Princess Elsinore is fit, I've been begging for more content with her since the early patches she was introduced in." Trent says. He's probably got his dick in his hands right now. At least I have the dignity to not be so open about my masturbation habits.

  "Nah, this game is me. Can't we go back to Helldivers already?"

  "Give it at least one more chance Rory. You're like the best DPS we have." Lars says sternly. He's the one who got us into pying ABOMINANT in the first pce. He actually cares about this shit. I like him as a friend but he's a bit too serious sometimes.

  ABOMINANT is a popur fantasy MMORPG that has millions of dedicated daily pyers. I started pying it a few weeks ago at the behest of Lars and Trent. We py games and drink together all the time, they're my closest friends and the people I interact with most outside of my roommate (ew).

  My character is named Mortan Bloodgod, he's a sick level twenty-two Bdesinger. It's this really cool css where your abilities are focused on complex stringed together sword spells that have a really high skill ceiling to use effectively. I'm luckily nearly there with only two weeks of gamepy under my belt.

  Mortan's a really cool guy. He has red spikes all over his armour. So is Guard Captain Arutheus, unfortunately though I'm in a cutscene with this dumb slut of a princess who should be a romance option rather than a major quest giver.

  "Fuck off Lars. Just because you don't have to do anything as a tank doesn't mean you get to support this liberal bullshit. It's a hard job being a Bdesinger." I shoot back.

  "You're such a cunt sometimes man." Lars says to me with disdain in his voice.

  "Whatever dude." I finally get through the dialogue and find myself free to move around again. "Apparently my next main quest is, uh, "Riding the Knife's Edge"."

  "Bro, that's like the best quest in the early game. Get on that shit right now." Trent says.

  "Why? Because it has Princess Elsinore?"

  "Nah. But it's a bonus, you know?"

  I roll my eyes and look at Trent's name in-game. Sirah Fellhorn. He's pying an elven cleric and a chick at that. At least Lars had the decency to make a well-to-do big buff giant when he made his character. Like proper guys do.

  "Trent has a point. It's good, it has a really challenging raid in it we should do together." Lars says, very condescendingly.

  "Alright. I guess I'll do it then. Just let me grab another drink, okay?" I put my headset down and grunt. I down the rest of my can of beer and look around my room in my half-buzzed state.

  It's never been the cleanest room but no one owns me. I don't live with my parents anymore, nor would they let me live with them anymore.

  My bare grey bed is unmade and its sheets should probably be washed when I work myself up to it. My blinds are completely shut and my dresser has more clothes on the floor in front of it than inside it. The desk my monitors sit on is a tip but my neon red mouse and keyboard make up for it. So does my sick rig beneath my desk. It's got the test Nvidia graphics card installed. It was worth every penny.

  My job might be shit but I find myself willing to shill out what money I do have to keep my hardware up to date. Plus I'm only twenty so I can do what I want with my money. Being a clerk at the local corner store isn't that degrading at least, even if I do have to talk to mouldy old dies and random girls who think they're better than me because they don't work at the local off-license.

  Sure this wasn't the life my parents wanted me to have when I dropped out of university, but it's not all bad. Even if I do have to live with her. And have had to for months now.

  I open the closet in my room and grab a spare can of beer from my floor stash. Hopefully she's in her room watching degenerate porn or doing something smelly and make-believe instead of being visible to me. Sometimes the kitchen of our apartment is littered with pnts and rocks. Her room stinks of perfume constantly also.

  It's just my luck to have ended up living with some gothy unattracttive woman. Not that I've had sex that many times, but I've probably had sex more than she has. Not to brag though. I don't need to justify myself as being more sexually viable than a weird transgender girl who fancies herself a witch.

  I storm out of my room and head towards the kitchen. Unfortunately Serafine, my roommate, is sitting at the kitchen table drinking a gss of water in a slutty bck dress. She's not even pre-gaming.

  Her long dyed blue hair makes her stick out like a sore thumb, and her emo makeup makes her look like she's from 2005. She's even wearing a pair of those dumb boots that more pathetic guys beg their "goth mommies" to step on them with. Her boobs don't even look that good. Nor does the flowery perfume that shrouds her do anything but make me gag.

  Even if she was attractive, I've seen her walking around in leggings and she hasn't even had the surgery. And it's probably for the best. That shit has always sounded gross to me.

  I really dislike her to be honest. But this was the cheapest pce avaible to me at the time and she just happened to live here. Rent is expensive nowadays and it's not getting any cheaper, no thanks to the government.

  At least I'm taller and more well-built than her despite the fact that I've never worked out a day in my life. I have at least one physical advantage over her when she throws barbs at me.

  Serafine looks up at me from whatever weird curiosity she's currently oogling. It's a pstic container clearly meant for a pet, but instead of a normal cool pet like a lizard there's a bunch of dirt and leaves in it.

  On the way to the fridge, I work up the courage to antagonise her about it.

  "What's that? Are you nurturing a tropical insect that'll kill me in my sleep?"

  I stomp over to the fridge and slide the spare can in, afterwards grabbing a fresh cool can of Carlsberg to drink for the next quest. My favourite brand of beer. I've been drinking it since I turned fifteen.

  "Nope, this is just a little pet project. I've been working on it the past few weeks." Her voice grates against my ears as she speaks. The husky undertone makes her sound so undylike and unattractive.

  I sm my beer can down on the table and guffaw at her.

  "Right, what's the pet? A stick insect?" I ugh at my own joke. I'm so funny.

  "Not exactly Rory. I actually have a request for you. I'm about to head out for the night, don't expect to see me until the morning, so I need you to do something for me while I'm not here."

  Fucking sick. No annoying roomie for my Friday gaming night. I crack open my beer and take a cool sip and pump my fist.

  "I'll bite. What's the request?"

  "I want you to feed it for the night. It's very demanding, you see, I can't miss a single night of feeding for it." There's a sharkish grin across her face as she speaks.

  "What do you feed it? Grubs? Human fecal matter?"

  "Very mature. Well I should crify, it's a worm and-" She picks up a small green sachet that's sitting next to the pstic container. "-I just want you to pepper the soil with this at some point so it has nutrients aplenty." She cps her hands together and smiles at me.

  Serafine looks so dumb when she smiles. She doesn't even look good with lipstick on. I sneer at her and drink more beer.

  "I can't even see it in there. There's clearly only mud and crap in there."

  "It's in there, just be careful okay Rory? You're such a pleasant roommate and I'd hate for you to have to deal with a itty bitty baby worm running around the ft."

  "I'm not scared of a tiny worm. Fuck off bitch." I storm away from her and sm my room door behind me.

  Then I settle into my chair and announce my glorious return to Lars and Trent. Soon enough I'm way more pissed and I forget about Serafine's smug look when I stormed away from her.

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  We party with some other random guy for the raid. I'm maybe seven beers in if I could still count that well. He's pying one of the nerdy magic DPS csses and is pying a hobbit guy.

  I ugh at him before Lars barks at me to act serious. We destroy the raid due to solely me, no one else did much work. I'm the best at this game.

  My head throbs from the booze as I finish the quest. It was okay, but I'm worrying that I'm about to piss myself so I excuse myself from the guys and stagger out of my room. On the way to the bathroom I spot the dumb worm's container on the table.

  My roomie's words flood back into my hazy mind. She wanted me to feed it right? If it's even real. I'm bursting for a piss but I suppose I could feed it, even if it's just for a ugh. I cross over to the kitchen table and fumble with some weird metal tools on it before my hands find the green sachet.

  I tear it open with my teeth and lift the purple lid off the container clumsily. I scatter the contents of the pouch inside and then get a funny idea.

  "Hey there little guy? Are you real?"

  Nothing happens. I turn on another light in the kitchen so I have a clearer view of what's going on inside its container.

  "You there? Or did Serafine make you up to trick me into doing some dirty work for her."

  No response. I decide to go further. The guys can wait for me.

  I lower my left hand and poke the dirt of the container roughly. Nothing happens. I poke it again and something purple and wet begins to peek its head out of the soil.

  "Hey little dude, this bitch have you trapped in here? Well don't worr-"

  It tches onto my finger suddenly. I stumble backwards and shake my left hand aggressively to try and get it off. In my attempt I somehow fall over onto the kitchen floor. But when I lift my hand to my face, there's no worm anymore. Success.

  At least the little guy is free from its cage. Maybe I'll post about this on X ter. It's a shithole but a funny one.

  I quickly put the incident to the back of my mind and csp the lid back onto the container. She won't miss one little worm right? She can probably find another weird purple worm to mother. I'll lie to her and tell her I don't know what happened to it tomorrow.

  Perfect pn. Now to piss finally.

  I stagger to the bathroom, leaving the door open because no one else is in, and unzip my jeans. I pull my dick out and start to piss into the bowl.

  What a crazy night. Princess Elsinore was kinda hot during that quest in the end, Guard Captain Arutheus and Mortan Bloodgod are still cooler than her though.

  I should probably try and find another chick to bang soon so I don't become one of those incels. That's a good vow to make while pissing, back up your words with actions Rory. I finish up and flush the toilet, then I tuck my dick away.

  Maybe I'll have a wank over Princess Elsinore once I'm out of voice chat for the night. Trent has a point sometimes. I grab the sink as nausea suddenly hits me and threatens to make me topple over.

  I stare at my disheveled brown hair and bloodshot green eyes in the mirror, all the while telling myself I look good. I should probably shave tomorrow since a few days worth of growth is always a bit too hairy looking for me, but I think I'm doing okay for tonight. I'm the ideal man. I'd have a girlfriend if that bitch Car didn't dump me when I dropped out of university.

  She didn't even try to hide that she bleached her hair, or that she'd slept with a bunch of other guys before. God. I spsh cold water on my face and resolve to grab another beer.

  I'm not drunk enough for thinking about women like Car.

  I start to stagger out of the bathroom when I feel a sudden squelchy feeling around my ankle. I look down and see something wriggling between my sock and jean leg. My skin feels all gooey and wet where its touched me.

  It's Serafine's dumb pet worm. I crouch down and sp my ankle with my hand. Before my palm nds the wriggling has moved up to near my knee and it feels even more gross.

  "What the fuck?" I half-squeal, but at least I don't sound like a girl when I do. Unlike a certain someone.

  The wriggling continues to head further upwards no matter how much I try to squish it. It's nearing my crotch. Oh fuck. I hold my balls tight to try and prevent it from messing with them.

  The wriggling rapidly moves up my torso instead and I start to roll around on the floor, smming my hands all over my front to try to deal with it. This is just like that dumb fucking anime with the talking hand Trent talked about a few months back!

  What did the guy do in that show? He used a wire or something to prevent it from crawling in further while it was under his skin right? But it's not under my skin and I don't know what it's even doing. Serafine isn't that much of a freak to have literal aliens as pets.

  I know she fancies herself magic or whatever but- the wriggling works its way up to my neck. I cw at my neck to try and stop the worm from getting any closer to my prized face, but continue to fail.

  You'd think it was, like, sentient, with how well it's dodging my strikes. Unfortunately it's now very quickly wriggling up my chin. I curse Serafine very loudly then shut my mouth so it can't get in and eat my tongue or something.

  It doesn't seem to be heading there though. The purple worm is crawling up my face and I make one st try to stop it from going any further.

  I catch it between my index finger and thumb in the nick of time. I start ughing madly, that bitch was trying to do something to me wasn't she? Well lucky for me I avoided it. Her weird worm failed.

  I angle the worm a bit further away from my face to catch a proper glimpse of it.

  It's about the length of my middle finger and has a slimy purple body. For some reason there's weird pink sparks coming off segments of it, but that's probably just how drunk I am and not reality. I guffaw at the sight of the pathetic thing and get ready to squish it so I can go back to doing better than Lars in ABOMINANT.

  As I bring my other hand close to crush it, it slips out of my grip. In slow-mo I watch as it collides with one of my eyes with a squelch.

  I start screaming and cwing at my eye as I feel it squirm it's way within my socket and my vision returns to normal. I pull my phone out of my pocket and try to dial nine-nine-nine amidst the pure panic that is racing through me. I need an ambunce.

  Fuck. I have to get this thing out of me. Now. I'm going to give that bitch my piece of mind when she comes home tomorrow after her dumb pet has tried to insert itself into my beautiful face.

  An alien burning feeling starts to grow behind my eyes that couldn't possibly be from alcohol. I struggle to thumb the numbers out on my phone as my hand convulses and spasms. My body is shutting down. I'm going to die.

  The st thing I think of, before I very quickly pass out from shock, is how much Serafine will pay for this dumb stunt if I survive this. I'll show her. I swear I will.

  Then everything goes dark.

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