Cut back to Chrystal

In her dream-like state, Chrystal’s conscious floated through an empty field, illuminated by the soft silver glow of the moon. She wandered for hours, trying to find a way out, back to her body and her old life. Yet, the further she wandered, a mist seemed to coalesce around her, tightening around her ankles and weighing her down.

The mist began to thicken into a dense, rolling miasma tinted red, as Chrystal felt more and more annoyed and angered by how disruptive this “mist” really was. She began to sink as she felt the floor beneath her, changing from the soft, damp touch of wet dew on grass to rough, loamy silt, followed by the stickiness of a waxy wooden floor.

The veil of mist cloaking her body warped as figures began fading in and out of it. Cars, people, animals. Everything around her felt so surreal, yet as she reached out to touch them, they would vanish back into the rolling mist.

Just as she was about to give up, Chrystal came across a doorway, but not one she had ever seen before. It was carved into the side of her dreamscape, as if the landscape was just a wallpaper pasted over a projector. The doorway glowed a bright, incandescent white, but before it sat a small, blood red puddle that stunk of rotting flesh.

Chrystal hesitated, before realizing that the mist on either side of the puddle was too thick to walk through. Her only choice was to wade through it. But as she stepped closer, the puddle seemed to reach for her, gripping her by the ankles. Before she could even make it to the doorway, the viscous liquid shot up and pulled her into it. Chrystal’s screams were muffled as she felt the bloody liquid wrap itself around her body, forcing itself into her mouth, ass, vagina and every other orifice it could find. She began to hear voices coming from the blood, a jumbled mix of words that she couldn’t make out except for one.

“Murderer.”

Chrystal jolted back up in her hospital bed. Daylight had already begun creeping through the blinds of her windowsill, the sun’s radiant glow shining right into her eyes, causing her to squint. She rubbed her eyes before sitting up, looking at the base of the bed to find her feet firmly reattached to her ankles, certainly unlike what had happened the last time she was conscious.

As she lifted her foot , she noticed nothing out of the ordinary. No “sole faces”, no uncontrollable toes, no deep red auras of any sort. But as she set her foot down, that’s when she noticed the elephant in the room.

Footprints. Made of blood. Trekked to the foot of her bed.

She wanted to shriek, but just as she opened her mouth, her left foot jammed its toes deep into her throat, causing her to gag. She looked down and saw the eyes and mouth made of wrinkles once again, a stern frown glaring back at her.

“For the record, it wasn’t my idea.” Her left foot said. “Righty over here felt that he wasn’t worth your time, and would only impede our plans for the future.”

Chrystal’s right foot turned to face her, a sly grin adorning its reddened face. “Come out lefty. She’s definitely got some questions.” It said.

“Who... Who’s blood is that?” Chrystal stumbled out, shaking from the shock.

“Give a guess :)” Her left foot replied. “Hint hint.” It followed up, pointing its big toe at the small bouquet of flowers on her bedside table. Chrystal started to shake as she broke down and started crying. “WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?” She yelled, voice cracking as tears trickled down her face.

“Hush now.” Her right foot said, caressing her cheek. “It was but a minor setback in a major operation. But now, you belong to us. And you’ll do exactly as we say.”