OBJECTED DRIPPINGS: COLLAPSE (ARC 2) (BFDI TF SAGA)

(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TRANSFORMATION, TG, MC, BODY HORROR, ORGANS, VOMITING, BLOOD, CRUSHING, DEATH, SWEARING, RITUALS, RELIGIOUS THEMES AND USE OF WEAPONRY)

almost everyone on the boat was dead.

the workers.

the rich bidders.

even the maintenance staff.

they were all just bloody rotting corpses now.

the only living things left on this nightmare of a boat were a few scattered staff members..and hordes of feral R.O.Bs.

a majority of them had calmed down from their bloodthirsty rage earlier, but that didn't mean they left the pile of bodies they had created, rather, they were feasting on it.

some were gnawing on the corpses limbs, some were shredding the bodies into small chunks to swallow whole, and there was even a feral match that was rolling around on its back in a pool of fresh blood.

the R.O.Bs were basking in their success of slaughtering all the demons they could see, but there was only one R.O.B that wasn't with the rest.

evil leafy, wandering alone in a metal hall, trying to find something to actually kill.

sure, the beast did manage to get rid of that demon who took their tooth, but they weren't the one who layed down the final blow, it was those fluffy balls of pink mold that were the ones who took the humans life.

the beast wasn't mad due to not being able to find anything to kill, it was because the one entity that was originally going to lead them to actual victims to kill..had vanished.

that demon-turned-servant, with that yellow, smiling mask on its face and a bloody axe in their hands, the beast thought they would lead them to the last living human beings to slaughter, but now, they were all alone.

they were left behind.

that servant had lied to them-

-no, that servant was lying the entire time, to both the red leaf and the rest of the R.O.Bs

they were not completely under the control of the goo on their face.

a demonic consciousness still lied behind the mask they had.

the amount of sheer, animalistic rage that was flowing through the red leafs nonexistent veins was making them claw at the floor angrily, making huge claw marks in the process.

it knew that so called "servant" needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.

it needed to tell their god that his servant was secretly a demon.

the only issue with that idea? the red leaf didn't know where their god had went to.

thankfully, as their feral mind thought for a minute, an old memory that was originally stuck in the back of their head began to resurface.

...

the red leaf had always remembered never living in large groups or even being near any of the other objects, they always remembered themselves hiding within the darkness or behind large trees, it wasn't because any of the others were particularly scared of them, it was simply a strange habit they had since they were first born in that regular green leafs nest..before immediately getting thrown out.

one particular early evening however, the objects were in a panic.

their lord wasn't seen the entire day.

they were fearing of many things, did he leave? did he get sick? did he die?

however, at one point, the beasts had an idea.