Face Art

CaptainOverkill, November 14, 2015; 16:53 / FB 34543
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Face Art

Marcus was a surrealist artist his desire was to shock, disturb, but also to inspire thought. His most famous work was a man and a woman warped and fused together at the legs, their hands melted into a two fleshy masses. There were tears at the connection of the hands as though they were forcing themselves backwards. Another tear started at the top of the warped pillar of their legs as though they were trying to force themselves apart. Their heads were twisted into grotesque grins starting directly into each other's eyes.

To many it signified marriage or a failing relationship that two individuals are trying to force together. It often made the viewer feel pity towards the creature and fear of one day becoming that very thing in a metaphorical sense.

Lately he'd grown bored, money could only bring one so much happiness it seemed. His latest work was more of a sketch, he was experimenting with fluffies after all. No need to apply himself for only them to see. He drew a wall of mouthless human faces, eyes of expressions varying between blissful ecstasy and unimaginable torment and everything in between.

"Pweeze wet fwuffy go. No wike dis game." Complained the creature strapped to the chair.

"Oh don't worry my disgusti.. I mean adorable little pal. It's a fun game. I promise." He smiled as he lied.

"Otay! Can hab sketti afta?" The weirdly human eyes looked up into Marcus's sending a chill down the artists back.

"Uhm.. Yeah.. But you uhh have to close your eyes for the game." Even he couldn't capture the odd horror of these bioengineered.. Things. Their horrible child voices, over large humanistic eyes, and a capacity for cruelty that was the true legacy of their creative progenitors.

He set up his canvass, and prepared the strips of Gorilla Tape that would hold the things eyes open. He counted down allowed then gave the order.

"Wha.. Mistahs.. Fwuffy.. Scawy.. Happeh.. Wha wong mistah?.. Fwuffy.. Fwuffy...." The scream began slowly, quietly, the artist had never seen this kind of reaction before from a fluffy.

"NUUUUUU PWEASE!!! AAAAHHHHHHHH SCREEEEEE!! EEEEEEE!!" It's eyes never stopped moving from face to face.

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You were so excited for the game. Your eyeies were closed forever and when the mistah finally told you to open them you did so without hesitation.

But now.. You.. You didn't understand. That mistah was angry, that one was happy, that one was sad, that one was, that one was.. That one was...

They had no mouths, just eyes, they wouldn't stop looking at you. Why won't they stop? There's a happy mistah maybe it's okay? No he doesn't have a mouth! No another angry mistah!! No... No. No! NO! NO!!! NONONONONONONONONO!!!!! MAKES IT STOP!!!

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It took five minutes for it to go into cardiac arrest. It's heart had pumped thunderously nonstop as it thrashed in its bindings, whipped it's head around but always it's eyes would go back to the faces. With a final sieze and a horrible scream it went limp.

Marcus stood there for a long time looking at the faces. The sheer number of them.. The level of varying expression. How had he drawn something like this without even realizing it? All the eyes seemed to watch him making his hair stand on end and his skin prickle. He scanned slowly one face at a time until suddenly he saw his own. Mouthless, staring blankly back at him, eyes, so dead and empty. He threw a white sheet over the painting and left the room. It was a rare thing to be frightened by his own work. But this time.. This time he was terrified.