Whumptober 2024 Day 21: Body Horror
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rosanicusOkay so this one is just fully a Biggles The Thing AU. Given that The Thing (1982) is one of my favourite films of all time this seemed sort of inevitable.
Warning for implied major character death (both during the story and... let's say imminently following the story.)
No. 21: BODY HORROR
Body Horror | Tattoo Gun | Spirit Possession | “Let the bedsheet soak up the tears.” (Apparat feat. Soap & Skin, Goodbye)
300 words, Algy, nebulous point in canon
“It’s late,” said Algy, as Biggles positioned himself once again at the window. “We need to find somewhere to rest or we’ll be even less equipped for this damned weather than we were when we arrived.”
Making an emergency landing in Antarctica had been bad enough; that they had been forced down at an abandoned, unknown airbase was almost worse. What the place gave them in supplies was counterbalanced with the knowledge that something terrible had happened there.
That had been clear even before they found… it. Algy glanced again at the door to the medical room, now barricaded with a heavy steel table and guarded by Ginger, back ramrod straight even as his eyelids drooped.
Was it a trick of the light, or was there something bleeding through the gap beneath the door? He shone the beam of his torch towards it; a shadow retreated beneath the onslaught of light. A red gleam was just visible as it vanished.
He thought of the thing they’d found. The way the skull had been split open, the wound lined with jagged teeth, the gaping holes where eyes must have been pushed out by internal pressure. Two sets of arms and three sets of legs.
His eyes had closed as he struggled with the memory. When he opened them, Ginger was smiling. His skin crawled. He glanced around wildly, saw Biggles still sat at the window with his gaze locked, sightless, on the falling snow outside.
Ginger stood. There was something very wrong with his hands. Ginger’s coffee cup sat abandoned on the table. His coat still hung on the hook by the door. All Algy could see as Ginger stepped towards him was a red gleam in his eyes. He stepped backwards. At the door, thin, bloody fingers stretched their way inside.
Warning for implied major character death (both during the story and... let's say imminently following the story.)
No. 21: BODY HORROR
Body Horror | Tattoo Gun | Spirit Possession | “Let the bedsheet soak up the tears.” (Apparat feat. Soap & Skin, Goodbye)
300 words, Algy, nebulous point in canon
“It’s late,” said Algy, as Biggles positioned himself once again at the window. “We need to find somewhere to rest or we’ll be even less equipped for this damned weather than we were when we arrived.”
Making an emergency landing in Antarctica had been bad enough; that they had been forced down at an abandoned, unknown airbase was almost worse. What the place gave them in supplies was counterbalanced with the knowledge that something terrible had happened there.
That had been clear even before they found… it. Algy glanced again at the door to the medical room, now barricaded with a heavy steel table and guarded by Ginger, back ramrod straight even as his eyelids drooped.
Was it a trick of the light, or was there something bleeding through the gap beneath the door? He shone the beam of his torch towards it; a shadow retreated beneath the onslaught of light. A red gleam was just visible as it vanished.
He thought of the thing they’d found. The way the skull had been split open, the wound lined with jagged teeth, the gaping holes where eyes must have been pushed out by internal pressure. Two sets of arms and three sets of legs.
His eyes had closed as he struggled with the memory. When he opened them, Ginger was smiling. His skin crawled. He glanced around wildly, saw Biggles still sat at the window with his gaze locked, sightless, on the falling snow outside.
Ginger stood. There was something very wrong with his hands. Ginger’s coffee cup sat abandoned on the table. His coat still hung on the hook by the door. All Algy could see as Ginger stepped towards him was a red gleam in his eyes. He stepped backwards. At the door, thin, bloody fingers stretched their way inside.
