Symbiote Mask Stories

Nadia and Scythia made a beeline for a doorway on the outer circle. As they got closer Scythia realized it was the same one she had seen the two demons disappear down earlier. To the right of it, on the wall, was a touch screen, which Nadia immediately began operating as soon as it was within reach. She tapped and scrolled through various menus with one hand while holding (and occasionally squeezing) Scythia’s hand with the other. Scythia watched in awe. She’d clearly done this before. “Looks like we’re in luck” Nadia said. Scythia already felt brimming with luck, but was certainly game for more. Suddenly, Nadia lurched into a sprint and plunged through the doorway, yanking Scythia in along with her. After a few steps Scythia stumbled, making Nadia giggle, and Scythia giggled right back. Ahead stretched a long, straight hallway flanked on both sides by wooden doors, which whizzed by as they jogged, flying past as blurs of reddish-brown. LED signals hung above each one, just like the ...

 After about twenty-three minutes on the road Scythia forgot she was even wearing a suit – if only for a moment. Highway driving always made her zone out, especially late at night when no-one else was around. Sometimes even driving felt automatic. When her phone suddenly announced her exit (just two miles away), the reality of what she was about to do hit her again. “Turn around” she mumbled to herself “just turn around and drive home. Don’t do everything now, just save this for when you’re more comfortable.” Still, she kept going. Deep down she knew what she was hoping to find at Club Tartarus, but she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself yet. ‘Besides’ she thought to herself ‘if it gets uncomfortable, I can just stop myself.” Only five more minutes to go. A pickup truck rushed past her, zooming into the distance well above the speed limit. She was amazed by how in-focus it stayed even as it rounded the far away bend. Normally she needed glasses while driving at night, at least...