CW: Body horror, pain, gross imagery, sweet release

I was listening to a really peaceful, pretty song while on my lunch break and couldn't help but feel I was losing myself to it, which made me imagine this scenario. Magical pain-relieving music disks...I wonder how many people would listen to it?

When his roommate came to check on him hours later, he wasn't sure what to do after he screamed in disgusted horror at the messy pool of what was once his housemate.

While he found it terrifying, the look on what was left of his face was so peaceful that he wondered if this was the best outcome.

as it could no longer be confined to the gooey substance that was once his skin. He didn't even notice the bubbling fluids starting to roll from his ears, mouth, and eyes, so enthralling was the music. Measure by measure, note by note, more and more of him began to slough off his body.

He was so lost to the blissful music that he didn't realize he was more right than he could have believed. On the floor around him, drops of fleshy goo plopped onto the carpet, drop after drop after drop, until a puddle had begun to pool around the legs of the chair. Hair began to rain around him

the wind like ashes from a bonfire. He forgot what the lack of pain and dependency felt like and he slumped back further into his chair, tears fully flowing from his eyes, and rolling down his face. He felt so relaxed that he almost wondered if his body was melting right then and there.

wept. The sounds swelled and surged before dwindling and growing quiet in an oscillating pattern of triumph and calm. It was the most otherworldly sounds he had ever heard and he felt his body start to soften. Joints and bones loosening like warm chocolate and the discomfort being scattered to

and he felt himself get lighter, as though something was being lifted from his shoulders. More and more chimes began to ring and they were soon followed by instruments of all sorts. Woodwind, brass, other percussive sounds began to sing in a harmonious orchestra that sounded so beautiful he almost

disc in the player and placing the headphones on, he sat in his chair, grunting in discomfort as his body angrily shouted at him, and hit play. It was silent for a few moments before he heard the sound of wind chimes, the glistening, crystal tones of dancing metal in the wind flowed through his head

He didn't move for a few moments and as the rage receded and that puzzlement returned. He could swear that wasn't there before, but it was dark, so maybe he missed it. Whatever the case, the sender had been generous enough to provide him with the tools and he figured he'd humor them.

Putting the

He felt that rage return - the familiar aggression towards the world he lived in that had been burning within him for decades - and just about snapped the disc in half when he heard a thunk in the box. He paused and looked down and was surprised he hadn't seen it.

A CD player and headphones.

A CD. An unmarked, single disc in a clear plastic case. He held it in his hand, turning it over and over, but no clues were presented to him as to the nature of it other than it was a disc.

It was a joke, obviously, some random asshole sending him something and promising relief to just mock him

that almost made him throw it out impulsively, but something prevented him from doing so. Perhaps the little seed of hope held the last remnants of his curiosity towards finding a cure, maybe it was foolish naivety, but he took it to his room and opened it. What he saw puzzled him.

He didn't know who sent it, where it came from, or why his roommate thought it was for him, but he received a package, a bland, brown box with no discerning features other than a single sentence written on the front.

"It's time to relax"

He didn't understand and he felt a frustration boil up

But even in the bubbling concoction of disgust and sadness, he held to the faintest seed of hope that he would one day feel the peace and comfort that he yearned for oh so desperately, because he wanted so badly to just be able to know what it meant to be able to *relax.*

Then that day came.

darkness that he would not have to look at the bright, smiling faces of people who would never understand what it meant to live like him. It angered him so much that he couldn't be like any of them, free from the cruel hand fate had dealt, that he became more vile and jealous, his soul rotting.

conclusion during his highschool days that he would never truly know what it meant to be at peace to simply live, and with a sour, bitter acceptance, he pulled away from the world and sought comfort in the cool, quiet darkness. It was at least comforting to know in the sullen, solitary realm of

they could do was offer painkillers to numb the pain. They helped him not feel the sharp creaks and stabbing throbs when he moved, but being forcibly hooked onto drugs to just simply make it through a day felt just as imprisoning as being shackled to his physical condition. He finally came to the

Aches and pains were a part of his life. From sunrise to sunset, when his eyes opened to when he closed them, it was nonstop discomfort and hurtful motion and he wasn't sure how much longer he could go on. Doctors had told his mom when he was young that they couldn't explain it and that the best

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I don't do them as often as I'd like, but I hope my little horny musings bring people some kind of delight.

You are indiscernible from nothing.
And so, they will treat you as such.
The pain of identity loss is only the beginning of the world of pain they are about to put you through.

That is until you see the residual stains of blood on their hands, feet, butt, and mouth. A manic look in their eyes that conveys that they know this is wrong but they're enjoying it, your hurt is their pleasure. Maybe they couldn't do this while you were still YOU, but no longer.
You are shapeless

(I just had this idea of "what if someone could remove your physical features" and while it more or less turns you into the stock ych guy, that would be a pretty horrifying situation to be put through. Especially if it's done by someone who you used to fully trust.)

on a shelf that you can't reach. You can barely even move like how you used to. You are now just an average being with no special physical traits or abilities.
And their piercing cackle at how distraught you are only makes the fear and confusion hurt more.
At least your pain is special.

No more flaming red hair, no chocolate brown eyes, those distinct scars and freckles are gone, and not even your voice is yours anymore. Now it's all just grey and featureless, a stone amongst a quarry of rocks. Everything melted into a jar and swirled like a drink. Everything that you *YOU* placed

It's not only bad that the minimacro standing before you teasingly threatening to break you was once your friend, but that they have also gained the power to fully remove all your individual features from your body, turning you into a blank, grey, humanoid shape.

Cause, I mean, we can't keep going with how we're going, piece of shit president or not, and our economy is just so bad that it needs something to fix it. A fast-food meal shouldn't be over $10, never in a million years.

God, why is money always so good to have but utterly stressful in ever regard

a 25¢ raise, if that, so that doesn't help much. I really just want more hours and also get my ass motivated to actually WORK all those hours.

I just need a huge change in my life and figure out how that can happen and I can only hope and pray I think of something.

Or that the economy crashes.

Especially with the car repair payments and the funds for upcoming AC.

I am just not really getting paid enough at work to keep up nor am I getting a lot of hours either. But they're also paying for my grad program as long as I work there, so I can't really leave now. And I'm likely to only get

I shouldn't have looked at my bank account. I am not in dire straits at all like a lot of people I know, but I was several K greater a year ago.
I mean, I get it, I am terrible with money cause I keep buying things and everything is more expensive, but it still feels really not fun