little nightmares- shad/ jLullaby

'just hold your breath and wait' six thought to herself, her teeth gritting 'count to a thousand, and it'll pass. Just wait and it'll all be over.'
Six had been exploring a den of dreams she had not come across before, A kitchen the size of a residential neighborhood, and had paused momentarily to sample the contents of a rather large desert, roughly 30 or 40 times her own size, when she began to feel the ground shake beneath her. The lumbering footsteps of the chef that owned this kitchen boomed louder and louder as they grew closer and closer, the door swinging open with a creek that sounded to six as though a thousand mice were slowly being lowered into a vat of hot oil.
The chef was hideous. Two eyes seemed to be pointed in different directions, lulled in a dull slack nothing expression. Fat rolled down his cheeks in curtains and sheets that seemed to ripple and flop with every step. Teeth of every color seemed to be pointed in random angles in a mouth the size of a canyon. Nails the size of football fields were a dull yellow, a stark contrast to six's own bright garment. His hair was matted to his head in a ginger pile reminiscent of putting a small insect into a spaghetti weaver. He was massive. Couldn't have been less than a mile high to the frightened child, shaking gently from adrenaline, fear and aftershock of the massive beast's footfalls.
With the grace of a mouse caught in a similar such predicament she hopped out of the large dish and made a bee line for the rail that had so graciously helped her up in the first place. A single misplaced step had been what gave her away. The boards beneath her feet gave a soft creek, more of a sigh really in contrast to the cacophony that was this giant simply opening the door, and the giant paused.
"whuzat?" He asked, nil intelligence or dead fatigue not bothering to form the full question. Six froze behind a bowl as the giant scratched his head a little, a monochrome of confusion plastered across his stupid slack expression. Six's heartbeat banged in her chest, her breath held as she could hear the giant shifting his weight, casting weary eyes around the kitchen. The cool wind tickled her bare legs as the pregnant moment of tension sagged on, her raincoat clinging to the sweat trickling down her back. She could hear the monstrous beast as it began to draw nearer to her, before it shrugged, and resumed its preparations at the table in the center. Six waited a moment comforted and horrified by the banging of the chef cutting off fish heads the size of whales, tearing out the bones and mincing the leftover organs. She began to let out her breath in slow shaky whisper as she counted her luck that the giant had not heard her, or had simply been too stupid or lazy to bother with her. She began to inch her way back to the rail once more, trying with all her might to not make the same mistake twice.
Sliding down had been simple, compared to getting up, the wooden beams providing enough friction to wind her way down without slicing her hands open on an errant splinter. She began to make her way back to her safe haven, her pockets lined with bread and cake. She was practically home, she was almost free, she was almost safe. That's when she became a little more confident. A confidence that was immediately shattered when she heard that dreaded sound once more.
squeak.
She froze. Her feet on the tile floor of the kitchen. The chef did not. For one so slow and fat as him, he could turn his feet with an admirable quickness when he wanted to. And, much to six's despair, this was one of the times he wanted to. A tense calm descended on the kitchen for a brief moment,six still rooted to the spot, as was the chef.
In an instant, the tense peace was shattered as the chef roared as loud as an atomic bomb "MOOOUUUUUUSSSE!" The yell set six off like a shot, her small legs sprinting in the direction of her hidden nook. The chef was in hot pursuit behind her, every step he took thundering and shaking another miniature earth quake behind the poor girl as she  he made as though the world were exploding behind her. Six dashed and darted, leaping over splinters and thimbles in her way as though they were Olympic hurdles, while the giant simply barreled over them, his steps growing closer and closer to her.
She rounded a corner just as the chef crashed into the wall to it's immediate left, shattering a vase, and finally spotted the nook she'd been hiding in. Home. She would be safe in there. The giant recovered to a kneeling position as the girl put in a final desperate sprint for her safe haven, spurred on by the sight of her own lit lantern inside and the nearness of safety. The giant reached out one of his massive hands as one final reach toward the small yellow pest and only barely managed to nick her big toe on her right leg as she finally sprinted into her hole.
She slammed the makeshift door behind her and panted heavily. Close. That was too close. Her heart thumped and pounded against her chest as a few drops of sweat slipped down the back of her legs. She looked down and noticed a small red mark, barely bigger than a quarter, on her foot as she realized just how close that had been. She wept softly, alone in the faint light of her lantern, as she was hit with a cacophony of emotions. She was alive. She was scared. She was relieved. She was filled with despair. She was self loathing. All of this rocked and collided as she let out shaky breath after shaky breath. Next time would only be harder now that they would be looking for her. She knew that. She cursed herself for being so close to caught, for being so easily distracted by something as stupid as cake. She stood up on shaky legs as she walked to her makeshift table. She pulled out the food, deciding to leave it there for now while she took a long nap, attempting to save and ration it as long as possible. She collapsed on the suitcase she'd called her bed and wept again into the pillow, while the darkness around her slowly consumed her inside and out.

Six's eyes flew open as another nightmare based on the chef leapt in and out of her head. He'd been preparing her as though she were another ingredient, a garnish to be peeled and thrown into the latest stew or onto the fish he'd been so vigorously cutting the head off the last time she'd seen him. He tore her jacket off and she screamed as though peeling a skin off her. He wrapped his tongue around her squealing form, her cries and pleading falling on deaf ears as the large organ slithered around her with the same dexterity of a mad snake, slurping and running over her skin as she squirmed and wriggled, her arms still in the giants fist. Her screams were stifled in her throat as the tasting continued, the act slowly turning to something else. She could feel it as the slippery organ began to cling to her back, tracing down the folds of her flesh, running between the blades of her shoulders, propping her by the flesh between her legs. The saliva ran down her form, dripping from her back and slipping down her crevices, tracing it's way around her unclothed nethers. She shivered, barely suppressing a moan. Her half whispered confessions of pleasure began to turn into ones of despair as she watched the chef's tongue point and harden, turning from the semi solid, malleable wave to a rock hard pink point the size of her fist at it's smallest point. As the organ shot towards her and began to penetrate the young virgin's folds, she awoke, a coughing fit stirring her from the restless sleep.
A scent seemed to be flooding the home that she had made herself, permeating above the usual rank odors of mold and her own filth in the corner. It was sweet and intoxicating and stronger than anything she'd ever smelt before. She put her hands to her mouth and nose in a futile attempt to dull the scent cascading around her as she trekked to the hole out of the nook. A canister, roughly the size of an oil drum, with a hole cut out of the top, seemed to be the cause of the smell, the odors permeating the strongest around it. Whatever this was, the smell was driving her to madness, so without thinking she pulled a leftover scrap of bread she'd still had in her pocket and used it as a makeshift plug for the barrel. The scent slowly dissipated in the room and a bit of the haze that she'd woke up with slowly left her mind before she cursed herself for wasting one of her only morsels of food. She started what she'd consider breakfast, scarfing the last of the bread and cake before planning for another run into the kitchen to grab another coat-full of food.
As she stepped from the nook over to the door guarding her from the outside world, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. They'd already almost caught her when they had no idea where she was or that she'd even existed. Now they'd be on the lookout for her and she was still fairly nauseous from the trap they'd left out for her, it's effects far from fully stopped in her still quivering body. She turned to the barrel, considering how deadly the contents could possibly be to leave her in this state, or if they were even deadly at all, if there was even a chance that she could still recover the bread and spend one more night curled up in her home desperately trying to cure herself with time if nothing else. The bread had turned a bright shade of pink and had begun dripping more liquid onto the ground that then flew up in little wisps of pink smoke.
Staying was not an option.

Six cautiously peaked out of her hole, the light from the outside flooding into her eyes, causing her to wince a little. She questioned why it was anywhere near this bright. Six knew it had to have been days since she'd been spotted but it was still this world's equivalent to night, wasn't it? She looked up and realized that not only had every light she could see been turned on, illuminating every inch of the house, but more than one of the bulbs had been changed causing a glare in her retinas that left her seeing spots. She dashed under the dresser she'd been using for a hiding place for weeks now, desperate to be out of the light, ever hopeful that she'd have a place to hide, and froze. Within spitting distance in front of her, was a lump of bread the size of her entire head, poised precariously on top of a lump of plastic roughly her size, directly in front of a noose. She backed away from the trap, creeping along the edge between it and the bright room, and began to take her usual route with a greater air of caution, slipping in and out of hiding places, straining her ears for a sound, darting her eyes for any movement. Every ten feet seemed to be a new temptation, a new trap, another suspicious piece of bread. She could swear there were also more containers of the sweet smelling pink fluid, as the scent seemed to be following her wherever she went, but for the life of her she couldn't seem to find anymore containers of the noxious gas.
She scaled the table leg, the process a little slower with the scent distracting her on every rung. Finally, her eyes set on a loaf of bread that wasn't set as precariously as any of the others. No plastic surrounding, no glue nearby, the only thing that stood between her and it, was the glass door of the breadbox. She lifted the door with what strength she could manage, crawling inside to grab as much as she could, promising herself that next time it would be easier, when the door slammed open. Six froze. She could feel the heavy footsteps of the giant as it walked into the room talking to someone else. She realized she'd stepped in something wet and was horrified to think, in the dark box, that it'd been another trap simply disguised as the actual bread.
"Yeah, some kinda mouse or somethin'." He thundered in his slow thick voice. "Seems like the little bugger wants to steal food from me. Well, if it thinks it can get away with that it's got another thing comin', right? HARHARHARHAR!" His laugh was like a cannon firing into the air, a cruel, stupid bellow that shook six to her core.
"Yea, what kinda traps you settin' anyway?" an equally slow voice questioned, a little less deep then the other but still reverberating the walls of six's surprise cell.
"Well, I got bout... 20 or... maybe it was 8? I dunno, countin' ain't my somethin' I's good at. There's a few plastic ones that are all normal and stuff. Kill her and be done wit it. Then there's a bunch of 'mouse hotels', you know? make it smell like chocolate, mouse go in, glue stop mouse." Was that what six had been caught in right now? She experimentally sniffed the air but all that flooded into her nostrils was the pink saccharine scent she'd been stuck with this morning. "But thas not all. You know how when you have mice your 'sposed to get a cat to kill 'em?" She tried to move her foot, but it seemed to be buried underneath whatever was there, slime coating her on both sides of her right foot as it slowly began to spread to her other.
"Yeah?" the equally slow companion said.
"Well, a friend of mine said, if you wants to be real thur-o. you got to use mat-ring leeches, and then sold me a handful for a dime." Six's face went gaunt as she felt the "glue" wriggle gently underneath her. "He even sold me a tin of their pher-o-mones for 20 cents. Once they smell that, it's all over for that mouse. They'll track that scent to the end of the earth." Six's heart was pounding in her chest and she was resisting the urge to scream with every fiber of her being. This was it. she was going to die here listening to this idiot jabber on about the trap she made for him. "The only thing is that they sleep and eat A LOT. I put them in a container with a loaf of bread, and they've gone through the half that's on the inside, practically hollowed it, and they've been asleep ever since." For a half second, six felt a half twinge of hope. She just had to run the first opportunity she got and if these things were still asleep she'd be fine.
"Can I see them?" The less deep voice asked. Six held her breath.
"Eh, nah, there's nothing to really see. Just 15 slightly black squiggles in a box. They should be up soon, tho. Like... a half hour or so going after that scent. You can see them then. It looks way cooler." Six heard the voices fading.
"Oh, cool, OK. Hey, so do these leeches tear her apart after they catch her or something?"
"Nah, not quite."
Six waited a moment, listening to the booming footfalls of the two goliathian men leave the room, as she experimentally felt the flesh of the rope-like creature with her feet. It was slimy, and slippery, and (she hated to admit) not unlike the tongue she'd felt in her dream. She stepped carefully over the mass of wet, wriggling flesh, desperate not to disturb it's apparent slumber, praying that she could just make it home to steal another day.
Wait, right, she was out of food. She looked to the bread within arms reach, and grabbed a few handfuls, stuffing her pocket before she continued her journey out. She creaked open the door of what she'd thought was a bread box, and began to inch her way to her home, walking on tip toes until she came to the table leg.


The slide down had actually been fun the first time, she thought bitterly as she slid down, willing herself to go faster. She landed with a thump and began to run like she was still being chased by the giant himself towards her hole. She had, maybe, ten minutes left to get from where she was to home before the leeches woke up or the giant got bored and woke them up himself. She could feel her lungs burning in her chest, her pulse in her feet and legs as she sprinted once again with the desperation of living towards her nook. Suddenly the floor rocked and shook as she heard the familiar booming of giants footsteps.Six sprinted to the closest hiding place and began to take her usual safe path with a heavier degree of urgency, as the giant lead his friend back into the kitchen.
"-And so I figured, meh, I might as well keep em. Not like I can just throw out the cute little guys. Anyway, they should be just about ready. Wanna see the little cuties hunt?" Six still inched along as she heard the giant pick up the cage, and two things hit the floor at almost the same time. The first was the bread, which dryly bounced. The second collided like a pound of wet spaghetti. There was a moment where six was still running, and nothing seemed to happen, the reverb of the wet slap fading from the ears of all witnesses. Then there was a sound, like rushing water. In seconds, the wriggling mass had managed to cover the kitchen, the hallway, and followed her scent straight to her hiding place. Everything froze.
"Whoa!" One of the giants said dumbfounded at the speed, completely losing track of them once they were out of the room. "where'd they go?"
"Uh... that way." The other said. "Don't worry, they'll 'turn up'... Eh? Ehh? HARHARHAR" The giant burst into laughter as the once lightning speed tendrils now surrounded the frozen girl and moved slowly toward her.
"HARHARHAR, more like 'turn on', right? HARHAR" They were so close now. Close enough to pounce her now, to tear her limb from limb, to eat her, to strangle her, to drown her in their scent, to drown her in their slime and mucus. They still didn't move. The tension held, like a thick layer of fat smothering them all.
"Anyway, just head in that direction, you should hear the damn thing screaming pretty soon."  A pregnant moment lapsed.
Six breathed in, unable to hold her breath anymore, the tension exploded and the tentacles pounced her, wrapping her every limb, stringing her like a puppet, holding her hands together and over her head as two more slammed into her knocking her against the wall, and wrapped around her legs spreading them apart. The wriggling mess of flesh held her in place and crawled across her flesh, exploring the mostly nude body.  Six was about to scream, to fight with every ounce of strength she had left, when she heard the pounding once again, as the giant entered the room. She froze as he looked around the room, stupidly, staring up at the shelves far too high for her to ever reach.
'just hold your breath and wait' six thought to herself, her teeth gritting 'count to a thousand, and it'll pass. Just wait and it'll all be over.'
The writhing tendrils took the non resistance as an invitation, running inside of her raincoat and up her chest. The flesh ran across her own with a rough friction, gently caressing her flat chest, her nipples hardening against the rubber of her raincoat. The tendril inside began to bounce between her chest and the coat, the straps strained on the first leap, the second the first clasp popped off, the third everything came off and six's chest was exposed to the elements, a new cold breeze blowing against her. As the worm slid up her now bare chest towards her mouth, her teeth still gritting as hard as they could, desperate to cause some sensation, some distraction from this moment. The black tendril pointed itself at her, aiming itself squarely at her mouth, before a hole opened on one end, and sprayed a thick wad of pink liquid at six's unfortunately open mouth and sinuses.
The sweet scent flooded her mind, and she began to drip. 'This... isn't... right' was all that her mind could manage as the tendril that had sprayed her, snaked down to her soaked pussy with a purpose. Six shuddered with dread. What had that sweet scent been again? The tendril, roughly the thickness of her hand, began to slide along the tight, virgin, hole, coating it in the slime that it was soaking with. Six choked on a moan, seeing the giant once again, as the leech rubbed along her moist sex, adding her own juices to hers. Why did it feel good? She pleaded and pleaded to whatever god would listen to not let what would happen next happen. Her teeth locked together again, now not for humiliation, but to stifle the calls building in her throat, as the black squiggle began to tease her.
A hiss of air escaped her lips as it entered her, penetrating her hymen, a few drops of blood trickling down her labia as it came in. She thought she saw the chef twitch and held her breath again, as the leech began to thrust shallow and quickly, entering into her. The moments passed and the tension calmed a little as the tendril began to build to a decent rhythm, entering her again and again with an exploratory curiosity. Every thrust, every movement, every spastic twitch reverberated through her as the wet black pipe plumbed deeper and deeper into her, going faster and faster. She swallowed another moan down, unintentionally getting a mouthful of sweet pink inside of her, desperately trying to hold the rising tide of an orgasm back as the leech began to pound against her.
It kept going faster and deeper, trying to hit spots that six hadn't touched before, couldn't have touched before on her rare experimental nights, as the thrusts crashed into the mental wall she had erected to stop herself from screaming.
Finally she felt something warm flood into her, and her face turned a deep shade of red as she used every fiber of her being to stop herself from screaming as she came from the leeches movements, one of the walls finally crumbling as her womb filled with white. She breathed out as she was given a moments respite, the leech inside of her wriggling out and flopping to the floor. She slumped against the wall and waited for the other leeches to let her go so she could get back to running. The other leeches stayed where they were. The leech just inside of her curled around her foot, freeing the one that was originally there. Six's brow furrowed with confusion before widening in alarm as she realized what they had in store for her.
She held back a scream at first, but this tendril was far less gentle. With no foreplay it immediately crawled into her butt and began to shake and twist like it was possessed. Six screamed. Anything was better than this, being eaten was better than this. The fat, ugly face of the chef flooded the exit to the hiding place as six moaned almost incomprehensibly.
"There you are, mouse." he whispered, still coming out as a roar to the poor girl. "I see my new pets done found you. Don't you worry, your gonna be real nice and acquainted with them over the coming weeks." The face disappeared as six screamed and moaned and cursed and begged and pleaded without restraint, the leeches fucking her one after the other, raping her with a passion. As the hours passed, the screaming and begging stopped. The crying was next. Then the begging came back, twice as hard as before, desperate for more, pleading to her new masters. The chef scooped the girl in her hands, still rocking back and forth with a leech in either hole, and dumped her into the cage, locking it unnecessarily behind her.

"Like I said, they need something to fuck with. A kind of doll works just as well, but they're like another 2 bucks or something."