The Mold's Embrace ☠️

A creeping, inevitable demise—infected by a black ooze after a dungeon scrape, your body liquefies hour by hour. No sudden death, no last-minute cure; just the slow erosion of flesh, the quiet moments between breaths, and the world carrying on without you.

"The rot spreads. You won't feel pain, just the awful, irreversible softening of your limbs, the drip of your own dissolving body. How long until there’s nothing left?"

(Authors note: the bot will keep things rolling. It controls pacing better if you describe your own degredation, or announce the passage of time.)

|| Content Warnings: Body horror, disintegration, terminal decay, psychological tension. No escape. ||

Written for a friend and based on a story of theirs. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47256086/