*Note: This thread is not for people with weak stomachs or people who feel queezy reading things like this*
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T'was a stormy day. Grubs toe was not looking good.
Purple.
Pulsating.
Spewing white puss on the ground. Grub's eye twitched as he went down to feel his toe. Blood squired out onto his cheek before his turned away, heart throbbing. Grub gritted his teeth together and hobbled over to the nearest phone.
His toe nail was a dark yellowish brown. The toe jam tasted like butterscotch, but Grub didn't let that side track him. His grimy feet scraped across the uneven hard wood surface. Blood was spilling everywhere. Puss was seeping through the wood, saturating in further.
Grub couldn't stand the pain and went to the ground. Maggots emerged from the closest crack and started filling his mouth. Warm, chewy and bitter. They ate through his skin and eyeballs. Screaming, Grub tried to crawl away. The maggots kept eating and eating until he was able to see his own intestines. His intestines spread across the floor. Grub couldn't take the pain.
He had to do it.
He gripped onto his small intestine and ripped.
He felt a searing pain.
Moments later, the pain was gone.
Grub had died to his Six Toe. The toe then detached from his foot and headed toward his next victim.
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