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Oh wowww
This the last time i draw Toothy and Strawberries
How nice
How quaint
***starts to insert the beaver into the goreytober machineeeeee***
TOOTHY IS SO CUTE AT CROSSDRESSING!!!
And this wouldn't have been made if I didn't join HTF amino. The Toothy Outfit Challenge was a blast. This was my first post on that platform :DDD
Took a break from shading goreytobery arts (ive spent 11 hours on a single piece now hello!?!?!??!) and doodled this foken thing
As i draw my Sniffles art, i keep getting distracted by this thought and now that it's outta my head i can finmally focus fr ahahahahgscewuwkow
GORETOBER 2023
Day 7: Fruit
CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, DISMEMBERMENT, FRUIT GORE
Toothy grimaced at his pain. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he felt a twinge of regret in his heart. Why did he have to take that bite from those seemingly innocent fruit seeds? Why did he have to tag along with Cuddles in the first place? If only he could turn back time and undo his reckless decision.
The pain in his stomach grew stronger with each passing moment, as if it was a warning of what was to come. He gulped down a glass of water, hoping it would alleviate the burning sensation. Little did he know that it would only trigger the beginning of his transformation.
His teeth felt strangely sensitive as he gripped his jaw, trying to ease the unbearable discomfort. But as he pressed his tongue against his teeth, he let out a scream of terror. His teeth were morphing into berries before his eyes.
The sweet fluid filled his mouth, causing him to gag. A sudden sharp pain spread through his jaw, sending him rolling on the floor in agony. His legs twisted and turned, changing shape into different fruits.
He watched in horror as his right foot transformed into a bundle of bananas. The sensation was beyond anything he had ever experienced. The pain was excruciating, causing his eyes to well up with tears. He screamed as his left foot turned into a bunch of grapes. Blisters formed on his left foot, as if his life force was draining away.
The pain only intensified as his lower torso shifted into a watermelon. His insides roiled painfully, as if he was being ripped apart. Toothy wailed uncontrollably as his tail transformed into an apple.
When he looked for help, all he saw was Sniffles, standing over his paralyzed body, smiling that sinister smile.
"You shouldn't have messed with my stuff," the scientist whispered, as if he were speaking directly into Toothy's mind.
GORETOBER 2023
Day 10: Vomit
CONTAINS -> BRIGHT COLORS, EMETOPHOBIA, EXPOSED FLESH
Splendid lays on the ground, his body wracked with nausea and pain. The blue squirrel's body shuddered with each wrenching heave, his eyes closed tight as tears spilled down his cheek. His once-proud blue fur was now tarnished with his own vomit. He looked up at Splendont, trying to find some glimmer of humanity in the villain's eyes, but all he saw was hatred and disgust.
Splendont looked down at Splendid, his expression clearly indicating his disappointment in what he had become. "How mighty the hero have fallen..."
Splendid tried to speak, but the only sound that came from his lips was a weak, wheezing cough. Splendont's expression softened slightly, and he knelt down beside Splendid to listen to what he had to say. "How?" Splendid managed to croak out.
Splendont stood up, a self-satisfied expression on his face. "I did your job and handled those raccoon brothers," he said with a smirk. "Must say my apologies for I did get overboard with them."
Splendid's heart sank at Splendont's words. The twins had paid the price for his failure. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, along with the pain from the torture he had endured at Splendont's hands. And yet he couldn't even grieve properly with his weakened state. His fur peeling off with second passing. The burning pain of his injuries is just too much to take.
"Foolish of them to think I'll spare their breaths for giving up the info about your weakness," Splendont spat out, his tone dripping with malice. "And to think it was just this green rock."
He held up the Kryptonut close, a small green rock surrounded by that sickly green glow. Splendid couldn't even respond, his heart pounding with fear and dread. Seeing this further Splendont's repulsed expression.
"Seriously, you disgust me," Splendont hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits. "You don't deserve to be the original."
Splendid lay in a puddle of his own vomit, his tears of anguish mixing with the acidic liquid. He looked up at Splendont, his eyes pleading for mercy he knew would never come. He felt the tears streaming down his face, mixing with the vomit that covered him. Splendid tried to speak, but he couldn't find the strength to form a single word. He could only watch as Splendont grabbed a chunk of his hair, his red eyes blazing with fury and hatred.
"Remember this day, Splendid," Splendont loomed over him, his face etched with disgust and disappointment, "For the world will acknowledge me."
GORETOBER 2023
Day 11 & 12: Bloodbath and Possession
CONTAINS -> DISTURBING IMAGERY, WEIRD LIMB ANGLES, BLOOD
Pop stood beneath the ceiling, eyes riveted to the macabre sight above him. The ceiling was covered in blood... blood spilled during the thing's latest feast. Frozen in fear, his heart pounds loudly in his chest as he witnessed his son's new form. The once sweet, innocent Cub has been taken over by something beyond his comprehension of evil. Cold sweat break down his neck, making Pop shiver uncontrollably. He only have himself to blame for this.
He held the shovel closer to him, trying to find some comfort in its sturdy form, but his mind was racing with images of what his son had become. He watches helplessly as his sweet baby is twisted into a monstrous shape, the tentacles squirming like snakes. Its razor-sharp teeth rattles - craving; there's that insatiable hunger to it that makes Pop's own teeth grind in fear. He wants to run, to scream, to do something, but his body remains paralyzed.
"Son?" Pop asked, his voice cracking with both fear and sadness. He couldn't bear the thought of his own flesh and blood turning into such a monstrous creature.
Cub turned its head towards Pop, and Pop felt his blood run cold as he saw his son's face. The tentacles spreading out from Cub's neck moved erratically. Pop felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Slowly, the thing that painfully settled in his son's body spoke in a deep, grotesque voice.
"THIS VESSEL IS LIMITING FATHER, I REQUIRE MORE SUSTENANCE"
the 'Cub' snarls, its words filled with an otherworldly hunger.
Pop can only back away in horror as the possessed Cub rises to its feet on the ceiling, its body contorting in unnatural ways. He doesn't know what to do or where to go now. As the thing starts to charge forward, he prays for this nightmare to en-
GORETOBER 2023
Day 13: Witch
CONTAINS -> OPEN WOUNDS, BURNING FLESH
Giggles stepped onto the stage, clad in her black robes and pointed hat, ready to commence the scene where she would be burned at the stake by the villagers. She took her place on the platform, feeling the heat from the torches burning around her. As the scene began, she began to chant her spells, her voice ringing out over the audience.
But something seemed off. The heat from the torches was getting hotter, and Giggles felt it seeping through her robes. She began to sweat, and her heart raced as she realized the flames were real. She cried out for help, but her cries were drowned out by the applause from the audience. They thought it was simply part of the performance.
"HELPPP!"
Giggles screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling the flames creeping up her legs.
"This isn't supposed to happen!"
But her cries went unanswered. Giggles looked up at the crowd, her eyes filled with terror. She had made a mistake, and now she would pay the price. She couldn't think of anything else to do but scream out in pain. And the irony was, critters were now clapping even more, thinking that Giggles was giving the "most convincing" performance.
As her screams echoed through the auditorium, Giggles felt her strength beginning to fade. She knew that there was no escape, and that she was doomed to die on that stage. And with her last breath, she sighed, "At least they've enjoyed my perfor-"
GORETOBER 2023
Day 14: Hooked
CONTAINS -> GUSHING BLOOD, PIERCED THROUGH FLESH
"Yarrrdy har har ho! What a weird nightmare that was :D"
GORETOBER 2023
Day 15 & 16: Voodoo. Sewn.
CONTAINS -> EXTREME MALNUTRITION, LIMB CONTORTION, DISTURBING IMAGERY
I stare at myself in the mirror and see him... my twin brother, Shifty. He looks back at me with that smug reassurance I've been missing. I was almost tricked by my twin's apparition only to met with my own reflection -a gaunt face with bloodshot eyes, the bags under them from many nights of sleeplessness.
I dare not remember the last time I slept or ate. I smile weakly but it's more of a grimace, my lips dry and cracked from lack of food. My ribs are painfully visible through my skin, a reminder of the days that have passed.
I enter the underground chamber, the foul stench of my brother's decomposing body assaulting my senses. The stench mixes with the scents of the herbs and other materials I've used for previous incantations. I feel my body twitching and jittering like never before, a reaction caused by the overwhelming amount of stress and anxiety I'm feeling. I take a deep breath and focus on the task at hand.
In one hand, I hold a figurine of my brother, Shifty, built from patches of his fur and threads stolen from a remote accursed place. In my other hand, I hold the voodoo doll I've spent countless hours creating. I begin to utter the incantations, my voice shaking with fear of failure or consequence. As I feel the dark magic eat away at my sanity, a lump forms in my throat and I feel a tear fall down my cheek as I realize what I'm doing and what I'm about to do. The red strings I've used for the sutures in my brother's limbs begin to glow like red veins, the same way the voodoo doll in my hands vibrates to life.
I can't contain my joy as my brother begins to move, I'm used to seeing no results with previous rituals. Before I knew it, my emotions gush out without filters.
"Sh-Shifty?... you're back, I can't believe you're here again. Seriously, you're always so selfish. How dare you leave me alone for so long..."
My excitement is accompanied by hope knowing that the normalcy I craved for feels so close to happening.
Hope turns into confusion as I notice his reply is utter silence.
Confusion turns into into horror when I notice that his movements mirror those of the doll I hold.
My heart aches as I realize that my brother is not truly alive. I want to scream and cry, but my vocal cords have become parched from lack of use. I want to hit something, but my limbs refuse to move. I don't have the lungs to scream when I can't even breathe.
I crawl towards Shifty, holding the doll close to my chest. I cry silently into his fur, the clashing thoughts in my head confronting the reality I've been denying for so long.
"You're so unfair," weakly, I squeeze my words out of my throat, bargaining to the nothing in front of me. I slump to the ground, knowing how useless my struggles for talking are when the one I intend it for is long gone.
"I still need you," I voicelessly muttered, "It was always us against the world and it should always be that way... Why did you have to leave me? I can't handle this alone... come back... please... I still need..."
GORETOBER 2023
Day 17: Crime Scene
CONTAINS: IMPLIED SUFFOCATION, DISTURBING IMAGERY
BREAKING NEWS
Police announced today that the suspicious death of 28-year-old Truffles, a boar, in an abandoned parking lot is being investigated as a homicide. The body was found by a passerby who immediately called law enforcement.
The main suspect in the case is a nearby purple lamb who claims to have witnessed a "pickle choking Truffles." Police are still investigating and have not yet confirmed this allegation.
The city's police department says the investigation is still ongoing and that they are doing everything in their power to solve this puzzling case. The community is devastated by the loss of Truffles, who was known as a generous and hardworking fellow who made a mark on everyone he met. The investigation is still ongoing and the community hopes that justice will be served soon...
GORETOBER 2023
Day 18: Explosion
CONTAINS -> DISFIGUREMENT, EXPOSED FLESH AND BONES
As the report reaches the radio, "Bomb set, ready for detonation," the sense of exasperation filled the agent's body. He was eager to finish the job and return to his secluded life, free from the politics of the agency. Instead, all he received was a nagging voice from headquarters, ordering him to step away from the site.This was not the first time Agent Mole had been underestimated due to his disability. Being blind, he had to rely solely on his heightened senses to navigate the field. But he had proven time and time again that he could execute his missions with precision and ease. He was tired of the bureaucratic red tape and decided to take matters into his own hands.
With a flick of his cane, he overrode the original plan and pressed the button to start the detonations himself. The sound of the buzzing frequency filled his ears, but something wasn't quite right. It was much nearer than expected. He could hear the rumblings of the explosion getting louder and louder. With a thunderous roar, the bombs detonated, sending debris in every direction.
The force of the explosion was overwhelming. He was slammed to the ground, surrounded by a cloud of dust and debris. His vision was obscured, and he could feel the sting of debris hitting his fur and coat. His ears were ringing from the explosion, and he could taste the smoke and ash in the air. His heart raced with fear and terror as he realized that he had made an error - one to end his life.
He ached from the impact and was caught in the eye of the storm. As his heart ceased to beat, he let go of his consciousness, ready to accept the consequences of his actions while the flames insists to singe all his fur...
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