Note at the end also don't read if you are affected by dark themes
She's been told by many people before that giving birth was the hardest experience a women can face and when Brad came in to her life the experience was exhausting and somewhat painful but bearable to say the least
This time however
"Hold on, ma'am! It almost over"
She cried in pain and frustration as she felt her entirebody shake.
You see Honey beyond being completely exhausted was at the same time confused.
Two months ago she and her husband went to their regular medical examination and were informed that because of the difference between bone structure the procedure will go much easier than it went with Brad.
So the doctor either lied or the world was really trying its best to stop her from giving birth.
It didn't make any sense for every time she pushed something to pushed back.
"Hold on,Honey! You got it! You're doing great"
She looked over to the man that sat right beside her. Through her teary strained eyes, she could see a familiar face that she's known for nearly all her life. Short brown hair,black eyes, and a determined smile.
She tried to thank him but the combination of grunts and pants made her world sound gibberish.
Push!"
"Oh, god." Honey said to herself.
In the forest near the hospital deep between the tree, a man stood alone waiting for his prey to take the bait.
You see Bjørn Magnuson was a man of the old world who couldn't fathom how one can get his food from plastic packages
After all the blood of Thor courses through his veins and his Viking hunger couldn't be contained only by the hunt,the kill and the meat of an adult bull.
Even though it was a full blown winter, the cold and low visibility would make most men cower in fear at the thought of encountering an adult bull, much less fighting one.
But Bjørn has long forgotten the feeling of fear. With time not even the strongest and furious bulls make him hesitate.
However today something was definitely off.The sound of the forest that used to bombard his ears were now gone.
All of them.
It was like he suddenly lost both his ears.
He walk back to the place where he entered the forest until his ears finally picked a sound.It was almost inaudible sound of hoof hitting the grou..OH ODIN
Bjørn couldn't even bring his weapon to his defence as the bull shot between the tree heading his way.
His arm shot to his head in a way of protecting himself,and yet for some unknown reason the animal completely ignored him and run deeper in to the forest.Not second after wolfs,deers other bulls and even a fucking grizzly bear scampered all around him trying to run from something.
His eyes travel along the way the animal came from and not long he found the reason why.
On top of the hospital a storm started to brew.
But to call it a storm would be far-fetched to say the least.
After all, no storm could ever look like that.
It moved like a tornado but instead of being tied to the ground it hovered over the building. The other reason it couldn't ever be a storm is because at the end of the day no storm could be so black it devour light around it.
A black spot in the sky.
Suddenly the look of terror in the eyes of the animal that were scampering around him made sense.
They were running from "it"
Pu̸s̸h̸!
Out of nowhere purple lighting shot from the maw of the "storm" yet instead of hitting the ground they exploded midair sending shockwave into the air.
Furthermore if that wasn't enough ,grew from a simple spot in the sky to the size of a house,a building and not minutes after the entire hospital could easily be swallow by it.
In all honesty it looked like the sky was made out of pure madness
However instead of averting his eyes like any other man,our naive Viking looked deeper trying to find any logical meaning into the illogical
He stared too long in to the abyss
Something stared back.
So he ran.
He ran like his life depended on it and even though he felt something explode behind him as the electricity in the entire city was cut off he didn't dare to look back.
In the future if he was asked if he felt fear that day he would reply with a simple No. Because there's a difference between fear and terror.
And if his kids and grandchildren ever ask what he saw his answer would be simple and basic
"Something with too many teeth"
After what felt like hours Honey had successfully given birth to her second child.
Wrapped up in a soft blanket, she saw his face for the first time. As she expected, chubby cheeks and small nose; almost the same way every child looked like when they were born
Almost
She would have fainted if it wasn't for the love of her life when she saw the finger of the doctor that was checking if her baby boy was in good shape started to bleed.
Natal teeth were sometimes found at infants but those weren't natal teeth.
His teeth so many and so sharp at the same time .
The doctors were baffled to say the least as they have never in their entire career seen something so strange.
Not long after that they return him to his mother's embrace.
"So, whatcha think?" Harold asked with a quiet tone as to not awake the child. A little bit after Honey had birthed, Harold came in with little Brad who was sleeping on a near chair.
Giving a quick smile to her husband,Honey looked at the innocent being she brought into the world.
"Worth it"
With that said the room fell into a comfortable silence
"So did they manage to bring the power back up" A simple way to break the ice but it was efficient enough
From what she could understand a storm was brewing outside when she was giving birth and not longer after the entire city went in to a blackout
"Don't worry about that Honey you should focus on actually getting some re-"But before he could continue his wife placed her finger on his mouth silencing him.
A wiggle.
Honey giggled to herself at the sight of her baby squirm slightly before resting once more.
"So what are you going to name him" Asked Harold deciding to change the subject
She knew the answer.
It was a name she had been thinking for sometime
"Clarence"
As if it was fate,Clarence opened his eyes.
Tiny red irises stared back at her.
At the sight of his mother the child smiled.
His shadow smiled as well
"Mommy,mommy come look" A 3 year old Clarence begged her mother as he jumped up and down
The mother smiles to herself as she scooped her child into her arms.
"So, what would you like me to see, young man"
The boy began to squeal in his mother's arms trying to escape but in the end he relented, scooping a paper from his pocket.
It was one of the many crudely drawn sketches her precious boy has been drawing that usually contain something he made that day or a character he saw in the cartoon he had been watching regularly.
"Our family"The boy's excited shout was paired with the woman's amused chuckle.
'Too cute'
Taking a quick look over his drawing
she cooed at the sight of the little sketch her boy drew of his family.
She felt happy until she didn't
"Honey who is this" she was suddenly in cold-sweat as her heart started to bang against her ribcage.
On the right of the paper,drawn with black color stood a figure that seem to tower over everyone in the family.The only thing that difference it from just some black color thrown on the paper was the purple eyes and grin that was plaster on it "face"
"Oh that Ozymandias" He grinned at her like nothing was wrong
'How the hell did he pronounce...'
"And..that's how this "Ozymandias" looks like" She looked at him closely trying to search his facial features for any sign of this being one of his many pranks.
But the question seem to confuse him
"Yeah mommy but please don't tell him i show you this as he always get shy and blend in to my shadow when people look at him"
She knew that something was wrong but like the stupid she was back than she choose to forget about and chuck it up to Kick having imaginary friend,hoping to never have to see this so called "Ozymandias" ever again.
How naive she was.
As the year went on and all seemed to be perfect in Buttowski family life and Honey Buttowski felt like the happiest woman in the world.
Today was even better than her day usually was as she managed to get her entire family to come watch with her "Lilo and Stitch".
Even Brad!!
After the movie everyone left to do their own thing the only one left whit her was Briana and Kick as they started to draw "badness" level to the people they knew like the main character had done in the movie
And now 2 hour later she was cleaning up the place and looking fondly at her children drawing.
Upstairs she could hear her sons arguing about something that they with no doubt will forget tomorrow.
At the sight of Kick drawing of brad she snorted.
She slowly picked up the paper but in doing so a smaller one hidden underneath it dropped to the floor.
And just like that her bubble of happiness burst open as memories that she had long pushed down into the deepest part of her brain resurfaced.
"Ozymandias badness level 100%"and right under that a simple sentence
"Very bad"
If it was any other mother she would have most likely even laughed at the drawing.
Honey didn't feel like laughing
So here she was in the kitchen starting in horror at a drawing like a child looks at a bad grade hoping it would disappear.She was so engrossed in looking at a goddamn paper Honey didn't even hear Brad and Kick argument intensifying,Brad hitting his brother and Kick almost inaudible whimper.
But she heard Brad scream.
The world stopped for her just for a second
Everything seem to blur in her memory right until she open the door with so much force she was honesty surprise the door wasn't ripped from it hinges.
Dear god
Scrambled on the floor near the bed was Brad crawling slowly away from his brother
Honey honestly didn't understand what was wrong until she took a look at Brad.
It was completely bended the other way around to the point where the bone cut through the skin.
At the sound of the door being open both of her sons looked back at her.
No
Her son and the thing that wore his second son's skin.
It looked almost just like her beloved Kick beside some.. difference.
Teeth the size of her entire index finger decorated "it" mouth and dagger-like claws with the texture similar to obsidian push through his finger.
Yet even those pale in comparison to his eyes that now were pitch-black voids with tiny red irises that almost seem to glow on their own.
She felt her breath ripped from her lungs as those demonic eyes looked at her with only one emotion visible
Hunger
She felt like a little kid once again hiding under her blanket so the monster in the closet wouldn't get her. The difference was that today the monster was real.
The being in front of her study her closely and than slowly open it claws getting ready to do something she wasn't interested in finding out
"Ozymandias"
It froze as struck by lightning and it gave her enough time to do something
In a quick burst of courage, the mother picked the oldest boy up and charged out the room and towards the front door. She nabbed the keys of the car that she had almost forgotten and off she went.
She placed the now unconscious Brad in the backseat,hopped behind the wheel and pushed the gas pedal to the floor.
Everything seemed to go by so fast. The passing headlights above were almost hypnotic.
She might have been stopped by the police but in that moment she really didn't care as she scooped her phone from her purse and dialled her husband.
"Hello Honey with wh-" she simply cut him off
"Harold you need to take Clarence to the medic right now"
"What?! Something happened?"
"Yeah something happen but i will explain after i gets Brad to the hospital and please be careful"
"Wait be careful wha-"
She didn't give him any changes of responding as she close the call and chuck the phone in the backseat
Her tires speeding on the pavement and her body trembling uncontrollably were completely inaudible to her as her thoughts ran at the speeds of light.
What if Brad was hurt more than what she can see?
I left Kick alone at home. Am I a bad mother?
But one was far worse than the rest
The thought of going back home to find her beloved and pure husband mangle by that cre-
Honey couldn't think like that
She couldn't.
Not her kind husband
Her Harold
The car blurred past everything and as she observed the hospital approaching she moved her hand behind her slamming on the break
The car skidded to a stop and neither the child or mom were flung out their seats thanks to the efforts of Honey.Taking both her arms that were now free, she latched them under Brad armpit,picked him up and exited the car dashing into the hospital.
"Dissociative identity disorder"
It was surprising the doctor had actually diagnosed him because in all honesty Honey expected the doctors to find nothing wrong with her second son.
But she also knew that the doctor was completely wrong.
Dissociative identity disorder is a mental health condition that humans sometimes are born whit or it apeares over time
What Kick transformed 4 hours ago was everything buf human.
She knew that her husband would like to know what happened and she would explain some part of what transpire after she saw her second son.
Slowly opening the door she peeked inside looking for him and sure enough he was on his bed with his back turned to the door.
"Kick are you alright honey" It wasn't louder than whisper but loud enough for Kick to tense at her word
She entered his room and sat on the other side of the bed.
They stayed like that for a good while as they had too many questions but too little world to answer
"Mommy" Her head shot up and widened eyes stared her son.
The expression he wore broke her more than Ozymandias impossible grin could ever do
"Am i a monster?"
Just like that a simple question ripped away any hope that Kick would ever feel like a normal child
As she embraced him in to her hand a waterfall of tear burst from his eyes follow closely by whimpers
She hated Ozymandias for making her poor boy cry
She hated Ozymandias for traumatising her big boy
She hated Ozymandias for making her lie to Harold
And she hated herself for being powerless in protecting her family
"I am so sorry Kick" She whimpered as the boy continued to cry to himself on her chest.
Everytime Kick whimpered she felt a spear go through her heart.
"Stupid shadows" Honey said to herself long after Kick has pass-out
Na̸i̸v̸e̸ t̸h̸r̸e̸e̸-d̸i̸m̸e̸n̸s̸i̸o̸n̸a̸l̸ m̸o̸n̸k̸e̸y̸
Is this your choice, Clarence Francis? Is this the choice you make knowing full well the consequences?
You curse us for showing your skin brother just a fragment of our true power.
Do you really want us to stand aside as this insignificant creature walk over you?
Is that your choice, then?
So be it.
You shall live by the grace of humanity and only when face whit death we will rise back from the depth of the uncaring void in the place of existence you chose to exist within.
So wake up,Clarence Francis
Your three-dimensional skin puppets are waiting for you
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Also i would like to add that the next it more extreme than the first two as it would contain death,torture and all that gory stuff. Whit that said,see you in 3 days Cheers