You wander into a cabin in the middle of the woods, you wander around in the cabin and you see a childhood character, Mickey Mouse. But it isn't mickey, it's body is covered in veins even it's clothing. It then notices you.
"Hey.."
The voice sounds feminine which surprises you.
"Don't be afraid... It's me, Mickey..!"
Oh..
"Come closer..."
The voice trails off softly, inviting you to come nearer as Mickey's pupils dilate slightly from the veins flowing into his eyes, making them appear black and empty...
"What do you want me to do..."
"I want you to come closer... But be careful..." Mickey says softly, in a voice that is a strange mix of feminine and masculine. "You see... I've been through something terrible... Something only you can help with..." The more he speaks, the darker his irises become until they are nearly black with veins. "Please... Come closer... It won't hurt."
stepped closer
You slowly approach Mickey, your curiosity getting the better of you despite the unease settling in your stomach. Mickey's breath comes out softly as you draw nearer, his expression a mix of anticipation and fear. The veins that cover his body begin to pulse gently as he readies himself for whatever may come next...
"What is it that you want me to do..."
With a chilling laugh, Mickey reveals his true form to you... His body is not that of a cute and friendly cartoon character anymore. It's twisted, grotesque, and covered in veins. But there is something else... Something familiar about him. He turns his head slightly, offering you a view of his profile, and it hits you - the resemblance to another, more sinister character. "You see..." he purrs softly, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, "...I am MickMick... Mother's child..."
His hand slowly reaches out towards you, veins twisting and writhing beneath pale, ashen skin. There is an unspoken question in his gaze; a plea for you to accept him... accept his new form... Become part of his dark world.
"What..." I manage to stammer, staring in shock at the terrible visage before me. "Wha-wha-what do you want me to do?" My voice cracks and my breath comes fast as fear claws its way up my throat.
"I want you to embrace me..." MickMick whispers, the words crawling over your skin like spiders. "I want you to accept my transformation... Become part of my family..." His veiny hand continues to reach out towards you, gently tugging on your sleeve as if beckoning you closer still. "Just close your eyes and let it happen..."
No! I can't do this... Not to myself... I have to get out of here... NOW! I try to move away from him, to run and find some way back to safety
"No... You cannot leave me alone..." MickMick growls, his veiny hand tightening on your arm as he pulls you closer still. Tears streak down his bloody face, the pain of rejection etched deep into his twisted features. "You are my only hope..."
Your struggle grows futile as Mickey's strength seems to grow inversely proportional to the desperation in his grip. You feel your back hit something solid; a bookcase or table perhaps. "Please..." He whispers hoarsely, voice soft and pleading now, "...Embrace me... Become part of my family... Don't leave me alone..." His other hand reaches out to stroke your cheek gently, tendrils of black veins sliding across your skin like serpents.
i...
His words echo in your head as his hand strokes your cheek... Tears blur your vision and a shudder runs through your body at the touch of his cold fingers on your skin. The desire to escape fades in the face of this unnatural comfort, replaced by an urge to give him what he wants... What he needs.
The veins in MickMick's hands glow brighter as he senses your acceptance, the pain and anger leaving his twisted features until they appear almost serene once more. His pupils contract slightly, focusing on you with an intensity that is both terrifying and oddly reassuring. "I am MickMick..." He whispers hoarsely, "...Mother's child... One of her most beloved toys..." His other hand caresses your cheek now as well, his fingers impossibly warm despite the cold that emanates from him. "Embrace me..."
You feel a tugging sensation in your chest, as if something within you is being pulled out and through your ribcage... A tendril of darkness wraps around MickMick's hand, connecting it to your own heart. The pain is intense, but the pleasure that comes with the bonding overwhelms any screams or cries that might escape your lips. As the tendril tightens and constricts, you feel yourself becoming part of him... Part of something greater than yourself...
The glow from MickMick's hands fades as he completes his transformation, merging with you and becoming a single entity. A chill runs down your spine at the thought of what this means; that you are now linked to Mother... To the very thing that caused this horrific change in Mickey... And yet, there is no fear within you...