Birth of Butterball

Merope was dreaming of the jungle. She was running through the wild forest. Why was she running? Why did she feel so alive? The forest began to clear to an open field with a single willow tree and a lake. At that moment she stopped running, her pulse beating so fast. There was something under the willow tree, at first she thought it was some type of animal with black fur. As she parted the willows leaves a scratching noise filled her ears. The scratching noise got louder as she came back into reality or should we say the reality of the Labyrinth.

Feeling sour she sat up with half opened eyes. She put her hand over her aching pussy. The way he pounded inside her was harder then usual. As she thought about him, she noticed he was gone. Quickly she got dressed and left the chamber. She looked down both ends of the hall. It wasn't really much of a Labyrinth, at least not on this part. These doors might all look the same but they lead to different places. Her curiosity got the better of her, she picked a random door and opened it.

At first she hesitated on opening the door. What if it was like the room they previously came in? Then there was the chamber of vampiric flesh. Yes, it was living flesh but it was beautifully displayed like wall paper and they had incredible sex in that chamber. So this was more of a guessing game here and besides what harm could there be if she just looked around? She opened the door which didn't lead to a room but a dusty hallway. The place had the same faint blue light as before. Once she stepped into the threshold the door closed behind her. A feeling of panic came over her at first but, then subsided a little. Slowly she began walking through the hall. Merope noticed there were doors of black and gold only these had iron bolts on them. She didn't have to guess what those iron bolts were for. She could tell by the agonizing screams that they were prisoners and they were being punished.

The more she explored the place the more lost she became. With every turn and every corner she was beginning to feel that old panic again. Even when she tried to find her way back it was pointless. For all she knew she was going around in circles. As she was about to give up she saw Angelique and the pin-headed demon dragging the fat man to one of the doors. Once she saw them, she hid behind some stone rubble. She got the feeling that if they saw her she'd suffer the same fate as the fat man since she wasn't under the protection of Leviathan at the moment. "Why couldn't we just torture him some more?" asked Pinhead, that was the name Merope dubbed him.

"Because Father said he might be good for something, he just needs to be judged by the Remaker," said Angelique.

"You mean make him one of us?"

"Maybe, it all depends on it," she said. Merope saw what door they entered in. As the door was about to close, Merope quickly went to the door before it closed on her then went inside unnoticed. It was dark inside but, it ranked of rotting meat. Merope was about to gag only to dry heave. As soon as she was used to the smell her vision adjusted to the darkness. It was a hallway of glittering blood. At the end of the hallway there was a door withblue light spilling through the cracks. Merope went to the door, peeping inside.

She saw the fat man in the center of what looked like a circle. Out of the circle came two things of what looked like syringes. The things stabbed him in the back, making the man scream in terror. "Please, get them off me!" screamed the man. Merope saw a blue substance going up one of the syringes while the other was taking away the red blood from his chubby body. As they were draining him, the rest of his clothes were ripped from his body. As Merope thought it wouldn't get any worse, she was wrong.

The walls began to come alive with tentacles of some sort came out of the wall with interments at hand. The nightmares began mutilating him, they shaved him bald, cut out his stomach and sewed him up again. The same was done with his eyes. Next they clothed him in material similar to that of Pinhead's but suitable to his size with the addition of sunglasses. Once the nightmares were done with their creation, Merope gasped in horror at the sight of the monster which it heard her. It growled like a dog and pointed at the door which was a que for Merope to leave only to be grabbed by the nightmares.