Today was the day. Techno pulled back his hair in a quick bun as he stood in front of a small mirror, the only one in the house. His hair brushed against the back of his neck as his hands moved in quick succession, irritating it.
Another itchy part of his skin had appeared that night while he was trying to sleep, and Techno had tried his best to ignore it. It was most likely just another emerging bruise, but he didn't recall getting hit in the neck.
How odd.
With pink hair pulled out of his face, Techno set a hand on the itchy skin, scratching it. A sharp pick of pain shot up his back as he scratched, and Techno pulled his hand away in surprise. A few beads of blood were smeared across his fingertips, and Techno could feel more starting to trickle from his neck.
B̶̞̗̤̳̞̰͍̞̺̥̫̪̣̠͛́̿̉̂̒̐̏̾̓̐̉͐̕͜͝͝͝l̴̦̬͙̥̥͐͛̇̇̀̍͒́͝͠o̶͕͚̿̌͑͐͛͋͌̀̃̿̈́̏̏͛̈́͠͝ͅ-̷̧̇̀̈́̉̐̏̎͌̎̄̃́̀͑̌͝ ̶̢̋̒̾͊̃̌̍͠͝͠͠H̵͍̲̥̤̗͎̥̫͙͍͙̱̼̟̜̼͕̐̓̑͜e̴̬̬̣̬̼̐̀̄̔̚̚͘̕'̵̧̡̨̘̠̤̳͙̂̇̇͗͊̐͋s̷̠̬̝͍͕̱̾̅͂͊̆́̇͂͐̆̕͠ ̷̧̡͕̲̙͎̮̩̯͔̜̺͖͌̓̆̅͑͆̔͊̿͐͝ͅB̵̨̢̨̢̢̫͎̱̼̫̱͕͓͖̙̪̤̅͗̃̒̾̍͌̀͘l̷̗͚͑͂̑͆̎̃̀̎̾̆͑̈́̀̓͝͝͝͝e̵̘̞͓͆̃̈́̀̍̉̏̔̐̒̉̎̃́͘͠͝ȩ̸̧̟̪̦̘̲̬͚̫͖͙̻̙͎̙̈́͛͘d̸̟͈̻̫͚̲̿̎̍ͅį̴̢̛̤̥͓͕̥̺̬̼̟̻͖̖̰̱̂̈͐̃̏̐͆͌̇ͅn̴̻͚̞͔̟̥̘̗̠̱͂͐̒g̵̖̩͝?̷̨̣̖͈̲̖̜̈͋͗́͑́͘͜͠ ̶̨͇̺̩̤͌B̵̞̪̺̮̣̝͈̙͉̳͉͍͍̈͌͊̀͗͑͛̒͛̐̍̀̋̏̅̍̚ͅͅĺ̶̨̨̯̘̱͕̲͕̲͇͎͕͍̥̗̃̊̔́͐͑͆̂ô̸̧͎͇͚͇͕͚̯̗͉͈̹͉̦̣̳̌̂́̎͛͜͠ͅơ̸͚͍͋͂͑͂͆͛̌̐̐̓͋̕̚̚͝ḋ̴̲̜͎̞̤̳͖̳͇͉̲̩͌̋͐̊̈́̇̒̓̌̚ͅ!̷̬͉̓̂́͒́͌̔̚ ̶̝̱͍̤̙͙͕̫͔̜̙̦̘͖̄̽̾̑̕b̸̭̜̾͊͆͝͠-̵̢̞̭̂͊b̴̯̘̖̖͇̰̾l̸͍̭̪̻̂̓̀̐͒̎̏͐̔̀̇̒̓̀͠o̷̧̢̡̧̲̲̤̪͎̠͕̠̟̫̣̹̓̔ͅo̶͙̼̗͌͂̀͌̃͊͊d̵͓͙̲̞̯͓̞͓̰̟̯̂̒?̵̢̢͖̩̞̪̹̝͍̟̩̝͚͙͇͚̓̑ͅ ̶̛̟̺̙̩̫͕̝͔̓̊̈́͌̉̕h̵̛̬̖͍̦͙̜̏̆̓́̐̎̎́̈̈̕ã̸̡͉̪͚͓̻̞̰̝̝̪̼͙̰̩̼̯̓̏͜ḩ̸̛̛̮̪͚̩̝̬̝̰̤͓̬̲͕̝̩̬̙͆̄̉̾́̾̃͗̈̎̃͐͑̇͠a̴̧̹̩̱̩͙̤͌͑͛̔̔͘͝͝!̴̮̝͚̱͎̠̉͑̓̉̾͘͝͠͝ͅ ̷̨̧̧̛͈̦͎̘͎̠̥͎͎̣̻̜̙̎̍̒͐̓̕͜͠ͅt̶̢̘͎̼̯͖͖̖̝̮̠̭̟̀̈́̈́ͅh̴̢̡̲̝̙̦̻̤̗͕̮͕̳̐̅̄̀̋̾͋̏͒̃͜͜͜͠͝ḙ̷̡̜̩̳͕̲̗͙͊̽̈͂̆͜͝ ̷̩̔̎̑̋̔͗͑́̾̉̀̊͝i̵̘͕̖͇͎͚̋̄̄͌̐͜d̷̢̯̙̣͖̬̪̦̈́̑̀͛̇̎͋͋̂̈́͂͜ͅi̷̜͚͌̀͋̿̓͋̊͐͘̕ȏ̶̭̜̮̣̠̟̕ͅt̴̢̢̫͚̹̩̮̝͂̊̿̌͒̀ ̶̟̘̦̏̌̈́͐̎̅̎̿̈͊͊̿̓h̶̥͚̖͒̈́̂̐ū̴̻̞͍̹̝̖͇̕r̸̺̦͔͑̌̓͌̽̇̍̊͌ͅt̴̳̟͔̉͛̓̃̑͆͋̔̃́́̚͝ ̸̧̗͈͛̔h̷̛̰̣̯̪͎̱̓̎̚i̴̭̬̼͙̜͎̝̬͐͑̍̓̓͆̋̈́̈́̃̏͊͝͝ͅḿ̸̨̡̢̢̺̱̒́̾̅̽̐̉̇́̈́̓͒͘s̸̲̫̲̩̖̭͙̜̮̺̾̿͊̂̃̒̐̇̿̐̚̚e̸̡͈̦̭̝̟̬̰̠͖͉̬͌͑̆̽̈̓̔͊͛́̀͘͠l̸̩͍̮͖͇̭͍̗̺̝͔̯͍͑̅̈͊́̂̀͒͆f̷̥̦́̿̃̓!̷͚̘̖̼͚̋̌͐̐̒̀
The voices became more active at the sight? Their worries and curses melding together in a babble of sound.
I wasn't even scratching that hard, Techno realized in confusion, turning his attention to his neck. A small stream of blood came from a small pierce in his skin, right where it was itching. He touched his fingers once again to the small puncture, covering it with his hand.
Techno examined the small injury, wondering what could have caused it.
Ah, no bother. He'll just put a bandage on it and call it a day.
But the more Techno looked at it, the more he felt like the skin around the prick looked off. Like the skin was faded, almost to an unhealthy grey tint. And now that he thought about it, the skin felt off as well. Overly rough, almost like it was scabbed over.
The piglin's brow knotted in confusion as he rubbed the injury lightly, brushing his thumb over the off-colored blotch.
T̷̠̯̔̽̐͌͂̈́̚̕͝-̷̧̺̟̯̜̰̬͕̲̮͉̹̙̂̽͑͑̉̆̒T̴̨͚͑̕h̶̩̓͑̋ͅà̷̻̎̄̂̽̀͌͝͝͝t̸̝̬̝̖̩͉̦͑̎̿̎̊̇͗͛́̈́̉͒̍̊͗s̴̜̻̤̹͙͐̀̅̊͂͐͊͗̔ͅs̵̜͎̜̪͓̼̪̭̞̗̱̏̍̾́-̴̥̘̼̱͖͉͇̻̠͇̜͓͓̀̀̏̈͜͝ ̶̨̛̹̲̪̙͎͖̞̄̐͒̽̅͛͐̔̀̽̃̍ͅͅN̴̡̡͔̰̟͚̭͎͈͋̍̌̀̍̍́̿̃̍͊̾͜͝o̴̤͍̩͐̿̏̀̐̀͂̂͑̕̕̚͝t̶̡̻̭̙̖̂̌͛͆͛ͅ ̷̲̪̆̒̕ṋ̵̡̱̣̫̩͚͇̱̳̙͔̑̓̄͘͜ơ̷̡̛͚̙͚̰̍́̎͐̌̉̌͋̎̕ŕ̷̲̣͎̦̟m̷̝͚̼̦͈̲̖̯͉͚͎͕̤̗͋͒ã̶͔̝͔̲̫͇̪͉̻͙̜̣̹̲̃̈́̈̊ļ̸̨̖̖̫̟͎̝̭͙̱̎̂̒̓́̊̚͝!̴̨̡͚̮͍̮́̇͂̑̉̂̄̕͘
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Kinemortophobia
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