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Favorite Pasta: iia's "Runner" series Spots [Author Note: My attempt at a story in the style of iia's "Unsettling Stories". Very much a WIP because I don't want to post this anywhere more official until I'm happy with it. I'm very sorry.]







The internet is a really weird place. Of course we all know, thanks to a dozen conscientious-Christian exposes, about the Dark Web- the drugs, the porn, the gore- but even right here on the surface, there’s enough crazy shit to fill up a thousand mental health journals.

Even on YouTube, the horrors don’t end, and, despite the impending adpocalypse that’s the nightmare of so many whingy “content creators”, it still does pretty well. Of course, a lot of the really hardcore stuff, like deaths, gore, strange erotica, gets hidden or taken down within a couple of hours. There is, however, one particular area which seems impervious to any attempts at disposal.





The video “FLYING PIMPLES IN EARS (POPPING PIMPLE IN EAR)”, from the channel All Pimples Of The World, has 6.2 million views. The video “POPPING ZITS & PIMPPLE & CYST | YOUTUBE 2017 | Pimple Popping” from iPimple Popping has 2.5 million. “Bot Fly Removal” from joespc has 7.7 million. Whether it’s low quality shaky iPhone footage or big, flashy productions like Monsters Inside of Me, videos about gross stuff like this is popular. Popular- and profitable.





Now, it seemed simple enough to me to try and get a foothold in this industry. Keep an eye on LiveLeak, download any videos like this that catch my eye, reupload them on YouTube, and hope to god that I don’t get demonetised. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy. The rate at which the internet churns up videos like “Huge Botfly Maggot Removed from Head” is surprisingly slow. So, I decided to do what any good businessman would- cut out the middleman.

Problem was, I’ve always had a pretty good complexion. Even as a teen, I never got zits larger than maybe a couple of millimetres, a quarter of an inch at most. I took a look online but couldn’t find any good suggestions as to how to block pores, so I had to figure it out myself.





Oil. That was the answer, oil. I took great care mixing my preparation in an old metal bathtub in my room. 20 sticks of molten butter, a bottle of engine oil, and, ordered in specially, just a splash of raw, crude oil. I grabbed a broad brush, for painting a house, and, stripping naked, applied a thick, even coating across as much of my body as I could manage. I took a couple of sleeping pills and spread a tarp on my bed, and went to bed.





A full fourteen hours later, I woke back up. The dark, sludgy brown mixture had dried on my skin and I had to use a butter knife to reveal a patch of skin on my arm. Like the freshly-laid eggs of some loathsome creature, tiny bumps of pearlescent pus were already there, developing. I felt filthy, but knew that I couldn’t shower without losing all the progress I was making. I jumped out of bed and covered myself again with the gunk, and took a few more pills before going back to sleep.





I woke up in the dead of night, and angrily swatted at a fly. Hitting a light switch and taking a look at my watch, fastened to my wrist- the only un-painted strip of skin on my body- I saw that I’d been asleep for longer this time, about seventeen hours. I was hungry, and took a look at my skin as I prepared a sandwich to choke down.





Things had progressed. I scraped off a different layer of muck on my leg, and revealed a mottled patch of angry flesh. Wide areolas of reddened skin surrounded the yellow volcanic mounds, centimetre-wide bumps that raised up from my skin in painful mountain ranges. I gently prodded at one and winced as I felt the ooze within get pushed deeper into myself, before it popped back up with latent force. When they went, I knew that it would be glorious. When I clambered back into bed, I took five sleeping pills- well above the safe limit, but I was settling in for the long stretch- when I woke back up, I’d need to deal with them.





The last thing I remember before I slipped off was swatting at a fat, lazy fly as it settled on my leg, landing right on a spot.

I slept for over twenty-four hours. When I got up, streaming sunshine came through the dirty window of my flat. I felt absolutely filthy, and immediately went to the shower, rinsing off the black goop and watching as it disappeared down the porcelain and into the gaping sinkhole.





I was careful not to damage any of the precious, festering bulges that were all over my skin. I examined myself in a mirror, admiring my work. There were at least three dozen huge, quivering masses on my front alone, pregnant with creamy, precious filth. There’d be so many videos to make on this, on my masterpiece, but before I got footage, I wanted to do one just for myself, a private show if you will.





I sat down on a stool in the kitchen, feeling the pressure build slightly in the zits on my rear. I made a mental note, knowing now to use cushions to guard against premature popping. I opened up a disposable scalpel and searched for a likely candidate.





I chose one on my arm, a fairly midsized one. The actual spot itself was fully an inch across, although the necrotic, purple flesh around it spread out further. I was surprised, and a little concerned to note how little pain I felt prodding it- if I had to go to the doctor about this, I don’t know how I’d explain.





Suddenly, I saw something move. I thought I’d imagined it, or maybe hallucinated it given the dangerous amount of medication I’d consumed, but nope, there was that same twitching motion. It was in there, under the thin layer of greasy, stretched skin, somewhere in the translucent milky depths of my own skin. I had to get in there.





I placed the tip of the blade on the taught flesh and gently applied pressure. It didn’t take long. A sudden rush of thin, watery pus came out and flowed along the metal, trickling down the handle and almost making me lose my grip on the tool. I kept going though, and opened up a slit in the spot.

It had deflated a little, but, surprisingly, not that much. I put the scalpel down and put my finger and thumb either side, resting them on the purple skin. I began to apply pressure, slowly forcing the cheesy pulp inside out of the hole. It slid out and fell onto the linoleum floor with a gentle “plop”.





Crimson blood welled up in the hole, and I held my arm out and watched the blood spread down towards my hand. It wasn’t enough, though. Using the tip of the scalpel, I teased the slack skin up and away from the hole, and, to get it out of the way, leaned over and used my incisors to neatly snip off the gristly, dead flesh.





It wasn’t enough, though. Something was in there, and remembering the flies, I began to suspect what it was. Using tweezers, I prodded down into the spot, submerging the tip nearly a centimetre beneath the blood, searching for something foreign and wriggling. It came away easily.





I smiled as I examined the squirming, waxy white maggot which I pulled out of my arm. I was about to get so internet famous.





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Favorite Pasta: Happy Appy Re: Spots Honestly, I don't think you should change much. The only thing that jumped out at me was in the second line when you mention the "conscientious-Christian exposes". This might just be me, but in my experience it's mostly kids and edgelords online who will buy into the Dark/Deep Web stuff and spread it around. I'm not sure more Christian publications would even know about it - though I'm sure they would have a field day with it if they got wind of it.



Also, Kylie brought up the question of how long it takes for abscesses of that size to form. Have you looked into how long that would take? We're both curious mostly because we don't have that foundational knowledge.



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Favorite Pasta: iia's "Runner" series Re: Spots Quote from: Cinema Nippon on 08:01 PM, 10/24/17 Honestly, I don't think you should change much. The only thing that jumped out at me was in the second line when you mention the "conscientious-Christian exposes". This might just be me, but in my experience it's mostly kids and edgelords online who will buy into the Dark/Deep Web stuff and spread it around. I'm not sure more Christian publications would even know about it - though I'm sure they would have a field day with it if they got wind of it.



Also, Kylie brought up the question of how long it takes for abscesses of that size to form. Have you looked into how long that would take? We're both curious mostly because we don't have that foundational knowledge.



Nah, I didn't do any background research. I wanted to emulate iia's (dunno if you've read any of his stuff?) style of less-than-realistic body horror. Might be worth a look though if I take this sorta stuff on further.



Also, yeah, good point about the deep web stuff. I'll edit that in the final version Nah, I didn't do any background research. I wanted to emulate iia's (dunno if you've read any of his stuff?) style of less-than-realistic body horror. Might be worth a look though if I take this sorta stuff on further.Also, yeah, good point about the deep web stuff. I'll edit that in the final version



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Re: Spots Don't know if it's something you can use, but it came to mind. I do a lot of shadetree mechanic work. What will really cause a breakout fast is grease/oils mixed with fine particulate matter. Anything small enough to work into pores but still coarse enough to abraid the skin and give the infection a place to start. Iron filings, powdered aluminum, fiberglass, ceramic powder. Brake dust is a mix of those, and that stuff works FAST. Usually 24-36 hours. That + using a scrub brush instead of a paintbrush might help play up the "self mutilation for fun and profit" angle.



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