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# BluntTongs - Little Flicker rotted

By: mothpone on Feb 18th, 2014 | syntax: None | size: 1.38 KB | hits: 50 | expires: Never
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1. >You look down at Flicker, lying in your bed
2. >her entire left side is being consumed by Rot, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem
3. >the doctors already gave you some anti-growth medication and a hacksaw, to help keep the Rot under control
4. >thankfully, it's only a basic case of Necrophilism
5. >...whatever that is
6. >"A-Anon, I'll be fine, r-right?"
7. >she's shivering as a large, bony limb extends itself from her haunch
8. "Yes, I'm sure of it."
9. >you take the hacksaw and put it onto the base of the limb, gently sawing back and forth, cutting the unfeeling limb from the body
10. >it tries to slap the saw out of your hands, but your grip is too strong, and soon her body is cleansed of the offending appendage
11. >the Rot is spreading across her chest now, albeit slowly, turning her fur a dark colour
12. >Flicker is softly crying now
13. >"When will the doctors be here, Anon?"
14. "Soon, Flick. Soon."
15. >she cries out as another sinewy limb pierces her body, this time in her left foreleg
16. >but your dedicated sawing keeps the disease in check
17. >you sit there quietly as her body is wracked with pain
18. >"A...Anon... I don't want to mutate..." she whispers
19. "Don't worry, the doctors will be here soon..."
20. >throughout the sleepless night, you sit, cutting when needed, and making sure her pills are taken
21. >and despite the pain, she manages to sleep, tears staining the bedsheets
22. >soon, she will get treatment
23. >soon...

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>You look down at Flicker, lying in your bed >her entire left side is being consumed by Rot, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem >the doctors already gave you some anti-growth medication and a hacksaw, to help keep the Rot under control >thankfully, it's only a basic case of Necrophilism >...whatever that is >"A-Anon, I'll be fine, r-right?" >she's shivering as a large, bony limb extends itself from her haunch "Yes, I'm sure of it." >you take the hacksaw and put it onto the base of the limb, gently sawing back and forth, cutting the unfeeling limb from the body >it tries to slap the saw out of your hands, but your grip is too strong, and soon her body is cleansed of the offending appendage >the Rot is spreading across her chest now, albeit slowly, turning her fur a dark colour >Flicker is softly crying now >"When will the doctors be here, Anon?" "Soon, Flick. Soon." >she cries out as another sinewy limb pierces her body, this time in her left foreleg >but your dedicated sawing keeps the disease in check >you sit there quietly as her body is wracked with pain >"A...Anon... I don't want to mutate..." she whispers "Don't worry, the doctors will be here soon..." >throughout the sleepless night, you sit, cutting when needed, and making sure her pills are taken >and despite the pain, she manages to sleep, tears staining the bedsheets >soon, she will get treatment >soon...