She awoke to the sound of a thick bubbling. She couldn't help but think of her mother's potato porridge, which used to bubble on the stove every night. By habit, she tried to breathe the smell in through her nose, but found she couldn't draw any breath, as something was obstructing her nasal passage. Eyes slammed open as she panicked, trying to breath through her mouth. An oppressive atmosphere met her. She woke up in her dorm room, her single bed against the window, her desk a few feet away, and to the right and against the opposite wall stood her closet. But where they had held scattered papers and scattered writing implements, now they held a thick, green mucus. It spread across the wooden surface, pulsing rhythmically and emitting a slight glow. The mucus dripped down the sides of the table in long sheets, pooling against a similarly covered floor. It covered every surface, across the floor, into the dark closet, and to the crack of the door. She tried to scream, but found that the sound wouldn't leave her mouth, being caught in the slime which had slipped into her mouth, covering the roof and tongue in its embrace. She tried closing her mouth, struggling, doing anything to get away, but found her mouth locked wide open, trapped by the slime. Similar movements with her body helped her find out that the slime had spread to her bed, trapping her with only the most minute movements possible.
Her stomach dropped as she realized that she was trapped. She attempted to struggle over the next few hours, but nothing availed her. Hot tears streamed down her face as she thought of her mother, likely at home waiting for her weekly call. She thought of her brother, a marine overseas, only older by 2 years. The rational part of her mind continued to analyze a little. Despite not being able to breathe her lungs didn't burn, and given her vision hadn't gone black or her body felt weak, she assumed she was getting air somehow. Not that the logical part helped, as she thought about her Boyfriend Gillian, the football star and major stud in bed, who had fallen asleep with her the previous night.
"Ah ah ah. You shouldn't be thinking about your little boy any longer". Her eyes widened as she looked all around, seeking the source of the voice. It was a thick, phlegm filled voice, rasping and burbling. Some of the slime shifted, and in horror she watched as a thing came out of the pile in the center of her room. It was a thin figure, only slightly taller than her at 5' 7. It had large, netted eyes with a thousand mirrors as if it were a fly. It had no nose, and its mouth was a vertical slit, wide open with a needle like maw, a forked tongue darting out with a purple drool. Small, misshapen arms hung from a hunched back, its spine was crooked, and with every shift it made a small cracking sound came out, as if a thousand twigs were breaking at once. It writhed and wormed, from the deep recesses of its mouth came a swarm of fat, larvae heavy flies as warm, foul breath came forth from its nightmare mouth, filled with dripping, sliming words that seemed to scratch at the deep recesses of her mind. "It would be easier if you would just acceeeeeept."
Its mouth moved wrong, the geometry breaking all known Euclidean angles. She tried to scream once more, which she could only assume was due to pleasure as it spasmed, swarms emitting from behind. It moved closer, and she could see that where a human's waist would be, it had a great, pale white tail, covered in more green ooze that seemed to secrete from every surface. The white and green were intermixed with patches of yellow and brown, various infections and scars all festering with hives of maggots crawling in and out, consuming each other and splitting into more as they slowly burrowed in and out.
"You might be who I am, and why I've invited you into my esteemed presence." The voice continued to scratch at her thoughts, and she couldn't help but shiver as the words shrieked across her mind, nails on chalkboard and grating against her sanity. "I... am Beelzebub, leader of the Order of Flies. And I am here, as you have been given the honor of carrying my children into this world." Her eyes widened, and it chuckled. "I see you feel the honor. Well, since you were being so honored, I felt as though I could take most of the stress off of you. Sit back.... And relax." The thing began moving towards her, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see anymore of it. Suddenly, she felt the mucus at the back of her throat pour out, leaving her breathing passage clear, and she drew a breath in, desperate to refill her lungs.
