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craycraybluejay · 9 months

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When You Go To The Child Torturer's House

Do not be surprised when there is child torture. Do not show alarm.

Instead, do assure The Child Torturer that you are its friend. Feed it some milk teeth from your work or family, but never from yourself. If you feed it your own milk teeth there will be consequences.

Do not attempt to remove the children or call for help. In fact, best not to interact with them, I promise you it knows. It knows what you are doing. It watches and listens. In fact, it does so through the collected children.

How? You may ask. To clarify, you may ask me, do not ask The Child Torturer where its abilities come from, how they work, anything about it. The Child Torturer takes off parts of its parasitic body (if you could call it a body) and gives them to the children, usually as food when the child grows so hungry they will eat anything. Oftentimes, The Child Torturer's body appears as a grotesque amalgamation of the deepest fears of its children. It decorates itself at will, not unlike making yourself into a Christmas tree. But when it gives a piece of itself for the child to consume, it appears as a black gravelly sludge, with a sheen of blue-green. When the victim consumes this, it changes inside them.

The strange substance The Child Torturer is made from turns so fluid that it can penetrate flesh, bone, and sinew. It worms its way inside in short bursts over a period anywhere from one to three weeks. It squirms under the skin, dances within organs, rushes in one's veins and arteries. It turns the children pale and sickly, malnourished. At first. After the initial infection is complete, The Child Torturer uses its many abilities to draw on its life source-- youthful imagination and wonder, juvenile hope and compassion. It poisons imagination with ugliness, wonder with fear, hope with abysmally hopeless conditions, and compassion by stoking hatred. That's the thing-- too. The transition into adulthood is by no means a linear one in humans, but for The Child Torturer it is even less so. To one of these creatures, it determines its victims not by how many times they have gone around the sun but by how pure their will is. Not pure in any regular sense; untouched by violence, or sex, or ugliness. But pure in the sense that one gets much easier creative breakthroughs as a child. Pure in the sense that one sees cruelty and suppression and laughs in its face. Pure in the sense of an unbroken hope regardless of what has gone on in the human's lifespan. Life force itself. Loud emotions, good recovery, bravery, wanderlust.

You are not suited to meet The Child Torturer if you retain too much of this life force. He may just add you to his collection. Anyway. What goes on after the initial infection, after the diminishing of life force?

The child begins to grow or shrink strangely, coming to look monstrous themselves. Their senses optimize, oft becoming so powerful that it is painful to exist. The little piece of The Child Torturer they have eaten grows larger, like a particularly parasitic embryo. Most notably, they begin to lose certain faculties past a certain point. First to go is the ability to speak, the vocal cords being clogged and slowly replaced with impenetrable, elastic blackness. They squirm around in ones throat quite uncomfortably if they try to speak, eventually the victim gives up on this impossible endeavor. Next goes the ability to make choices or understand complex concepts. After that, once the life source on that particular child has run dry, they lose access to all off their senses, touch included. They are now by all means a vessel, unable to do much of anything but feel complete dread and horror. Their mind is too compromised to even grasp what is going on or form a coherent thought. It is just pain, fear, and hopelessness. Not even rage is a mercy granted to these poor souls. Not even the purity of rage. The Child Torturer now crawls inside every crevice, and this is the only sensation the fully transformed victim is able to feel. Parasitism is a scary thing, no?

But what can you, dear reader, do about this wretched being? Can it be killed? Can it be imprisoned? Thus far, no one has succeeded in either. And believe you me, many have tried. Even I have run into it way back when. Tried to do the whole hero thing. Almost became lunch. I still have a little piece of it inside me, too far outside its radius of influence to grow or change. I feel it moving sometimes, keeping me awake at night many years later. Especially when I'm having a nice moment. It loves those. I reckon the only way it can die is to starve it for long enough. But how to keep people from playing hero? How to keep curious humans from following the strange and alluring energy they noticed on a wet Tuesday morning? It's hard to resist, the pull to adventure. No less difficult with little life force than with much. Although with the state of the world nowadays I watch with bated breath, both dread for humanity and anxious to see the end of this creature, as less and less humans are drawn to help or to explore. As both quietly and loudly the state of affairs drives us to impure apathy, hopelessness, turns us into wretched beasts, monuments to nothing. Fear presses in from all sides, monsters both in the office buildings and deep in the woods, siphoning from you, sipping on you like a good old fashioned juice box. Your will to live will kill you, and so will your lack of it. How to kill both us AND them, when we know "us" is quite the same and on a much larger scale. How to eliminate poison from our diet when it's in all the food and water. How to erase the parasite when it is sitting behind your pupil, watching as you write this foreboding tale.

Maybe, possibly, if you could map out The Child Torturer's common hangouts. If you could put up signs of toxic waste or radiation in those areas. Maybe then it could starve without us needing to be drained. Maybe if we work together. Maybe. But for now, as with any disaster, no coordinated effort is being made to prevent or reverse it. And so, as with any disaster, more will fall victim. But hey, I'm sure high-tech battle-weapons and suppressing the newest minority of the year and making sure people can't access information will come to be useful sometime, right? Right?? I'm sure it's more important than monsters, storms, and suicides. I'm sure it's more important.