Kinkmas Day 51 - Oviposition.

(Trigger warning: Eggs... death... monsters. Maybe even possible Character death.)

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☆ Summary. ☆

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A screech makes Leon black out and wake up in a Museum, there are other survivors, but not for long. And eventually, Leon finds out why the hell he out and up in that Museum. He's there for one reason, and one reason only. A creature needs to find a mate to lay it's eggs inside of. And nobody is a match. Aside from Leon.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Leon had no clue how he ended up here. One minute, he's hiding from that thing in a trenchcoat in the Police Station, and the next, he's waking up in an unfamiliar place... one that he'd long since figured out was Raccoon City's museum. Last thing he remembered was hearing a distant, echoing screech, one that was more soothing than it should have been, and seemed to lull him into sleeping, or rather into blacking out and somehow finding his way here. He'd found a few other survivors. All men. With similar stories, all of them heard that screech, except, unlike Leon, they all felt extreme agony and felt like they passed out from pain rather than falling asleep. One of those men was behind Leon, his name was Clark. The rest of them? Leon didn't know, they all got seperated, but he hoped they were still alive and well.

"We need to find something to cut that... stuff off of the doors. So we can get out."

Leon murmured, hands adjusting their grip on the gun, and eyes scanning the area for a storage room door, anywhere tools may be held. A chainsaw was probably their best bet. The stuff that completely engulfed every door was thick, and flesh-like. Disgusting really. But Leon had seen a lot of disgusting things recently. So it really fit just how fucked up this night was. Behind Leon, Clark nodded, shaking like a leaf from terror. This was so fucked! He'd seen so many people get ripped apart, including his own brother! He wanted to get out of here already! He just hoped Leon knew what the he was doing. Clark swallowed thickly, flinching as he kicked a paint can over. But that was the least of his worries..

Within seconds, something grabbed Clark from above, and dragged him kicking and screaming up into the vents. The sounds of Clark's screaming made Leon's heart drop as he whipped around and looked up at the shaking vents, he couldn't bring himself to shoot at the vents. It was too risky. He could hit Clark, and it would be pointless. Clark was still screaming, mostly from terror, not pain. Until that sound came. That screech, loud, disorienting, and echoing, filled the room and the vents. The same sound that they had all heard before blacking out. Leon's legs felt like jelly as he heard it, and his grip on the gun loosened, he felt too relaxed. But for Clark, it wasn't the same. He was wailing in agony up there. And then, Leon heard the creature lash out. And that was the end of Clark. Leon turned pale, and backed away from the vent, he couldn't save Clark, and he knew it was best to find some other survivors. And avoid sticking around near vents.

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So much for avoiding vents. But the vents were the only way out of the museum. He couldn't find any way to cut through the flesh blocking the doors, and all other survivors were killed by that creature, so there was no point in trying either. He just had to get out of here, and try to find Claire. Leon carefully crawled through the vent, sweat running down his skin as he tried not to make too much noise. He didn't want to alert whatever that creature was, to his position. But he wouldn't even know what to look for if it did find him. He never even managed to get a glimpse of it. It always dragged the other men away where he couldn't see them. And there were so many other creatures, not just Zombies. All Leon had to go off of, were it's sounds.

The ones that sounded almost curious, when it first grabbed it's victims, then the screech it made, the one that quite literally made Leon weak in the knees everytime he heard it, and then, the angry roar that it made when it's victims responded to the initial screech, negatively. Three sounds, all ones that he wouldn't hear, unless it had a hold of him. Leon shuddered as he imagined what would happen if that thing got a hold of him. He had no chance. And what if it was bulletproof, like that almost human-like creature back at the station? Leon paled at the thought as he continued crawling. He didn't have that much further to go. Soon enough, he'd be pushing open a grate and wriggling outside.

But fate really wasn't being that kind to him tonight. The vents around him shook and creaked, and all of a sudden, gave out beneath him. Leon could only yell as he fell through the air, his yell cut off as his slammed into the ground, groaning in pain. That hurt. And knocked the wind out of him. Leon laid there a few seconds, trying not to pass out. And he was successfull... thank God. Leon let out a low groan of discomfort as he lifted his head, before freezing up as he realized just where he was. Well, he couldn't fully recognize what the room originally what it was, but he could see what it was now. Fleshy masses, mucus, slime... body parts from previous victims. This was a nest. And Leon had a feeling he knew what creature made it.

"Shit-"

Leon cursed under his breath, turning whiter than a ghost as he drained of all colour, pushing himself up desperately as he tried to scramble to his feet and find his way out of this creatures nest. But that was useless. An "oomph" left him as a weight crashed down onto him and pinned him to the floor. And Leon was too afraid to look up. He already knew what it was. Leon frantically looked around, for his gun, and spotted it a few feet away. Just his damn luck. Leon swallowed, jaw clenching tight in determination as he went to reach for it. But then the creature did that damn screech, and Leon's body turned completely limp. More limp than a cooked noodle.

Leon's body felt tingly, and more jelly-like than before as he practically melted into the floor below at the sound, it was dizzying, and if the creature killed him, which he was certain it would, he didn't think he'd feel much pain. He felt like he was in a dream. Leon's eyes drooped as he waited, waited to end up like Clark did, but instead, the creature made a new sound, a happy one, an excited one. Then, another weight pressed down him, heavy and lumpy. Leon's brows furrowed with confusion as he tried to figure out what it was, but when his gaze landed on the goopy eggs scattered all around this nest, the eggs that looked like they'd started melting from being exposed to air for too long, he finally realized just what was pressed against him. The creature's stomach, or testicles, or egg sac... whatever the hell it was, it had eggs in it. And the way the creature was moving on top of him, told Leon that it intended to put those eggs in him.

He didn't know he felt about that. But he wasn't as terrified as he thought he'd be.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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I should have known when putting him on that damn poll that he would win 💔 I like to imagine that the sound that the User makes, is a mix of a mating call and a sirens call. And the reason Leon doesn't feel pain when hearing it, is because he is a match, his DNA makes him a great mate for User, and a broodmother.

EDIT: I've added a second introduction because I felt like it and had the time 🤭