The Alien Bugs is a horror comic about a man who is abducted by an alien that takes him to a weird underground world filled with giant bugs. It was drawn by PlasticBrickAutomaton.

The first time I saw it, I was suffering from the effects of sleep deprivation. It was 5 o’clock in the morning, the lights were off and I was soaking in a warm bath.

The cat went out and left the bathroom door ajar.

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist and burst out of the bathroom, but there was nothing there. I couldn’t be sure of what I had just seen. I wasn’t even sure I had seen anything at all. Maybe it was just a dream.

I searched the house from top to bottom, but it was empty. Whatever it was I had seen, it was long gone but so was the cat.

I spent the rest of the day recovering from the shock and by the time I finally went to bed, night had fallen.

I was awoken by the feeling of something gently nudging against me. I tried to move, but I found that I was completely paralyzed.

I couldnt turn to see what was piercing my neck, but perhaps that was for the best.

I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up, I found myself upside-down. I was being dragged down a dark hole. The blood rushed to my head and I passed out once again.

I was awakened by the warm sunlight beaming down through the hole. There were others down here as well. The things guarded us closely and I could see no means of escape.

They waited until we were asleep and then they began to feed. The pain came without warning, but it was over quickly.

The first time they ate me alive was not half as bad as what followed.

The black pool of jelly had some mysterious regenerating effects. Again and again they would feed on me and throw my remains into the pool. Then, I would wake up without any sign of injury.

Every time I regenerate, more mutations appear. My hair has begun to fall out and there is a new finger on my right hand. There is also a set of teeth growing out of my shoulder. The others are afraid of me and I can’t blame them. The poor fools don’t realize that soon, they will begin to mutate as well.

I have mutated to such an extent that the bugs don’t recognize me as human. When I leave, they don’t try to stop me.

When I reach the edge of the cavern, I see a blinding white light. I’ve made it to freedom!

…Or have I?

Whatever these creatures are, I hope they don’t mind if I hitch a ride.

In the distance, I see an endless sea of white fog punctuated by split stone pillars. I feel like a small bird, flying through a petrified forest. The only living things I see are other bugs and some sort of amorphous floating creature.

Good God! What is that thing? I swoop in to take a closer look.

Suddenly, it lashes out with a spiked tentacle and impales us both.

Finally… the sweet release of death…

… But I’m not that lucky. When I wake up, I find myself back in the cavern and my suffering has only begun. The others have mutated into something hideous.

As we make our way deeper into the cavern, I ask him why the darkness in the distance has not returned. he tells me it was never there to begin with. It was only an illusion to prevent us from wandering too far.

He takes me to a hut, deep in the cavern. The door is made of human bones and the tents are made from stretched skin.

He tells me they have built a refuge for themselves, where they can hide from the bugs. It is made from the remains of half-devoured corpses they fished out of the black jelly.

I soon find myself in the presence of their leader. He has suffered more mutations than the rest of us. He told me about the shafts that led to the surface, but he said we could never return.

At least, not for long. Raids were quite frequent, but it seemed that only the bugs could open the tunnels.

I rest and prepare my mind for the journey that lies ahead of me. Then, I begin the climb.