jueves, 25 de enero de 2024

NAIL POLISH - CREEPYPASTA TG

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Written by: “Gale Kepler”

Distributed by “Irene Naridza”

IA PIC MADE BY: CHAT-GPT: https://chatgpt.com/  

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A guard ran through the dark hallways of a facility somewhere unknown. He was responding to a call on his radio; any available personnel were to assist as backup in Room S517, where a hostile was causing destruction.

The guard moved quickly, holding his standard-issue weapon in his hands; a submachine gun. His finger hovered near the trigger, waiting for the right moment, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

He finally reached the room. Slowing down, he approached the entrance. The door lay on the floor, bent and scratched. Keeping calm under pressure, he stepped forward and aimed his weapon inside, examining the scene from a distance where he had a clear view.

Inside, dozens of his colleagues lay on the ground. Most of them were scattered in pieces. Limbs like arms and legs were everywhere, some even stuck to the walls. Others had large wounds in their chests or heads, as if something had pierced straight through them. The most unfortunate were those whose intestines spilled out, either from deep cuts or because their bodies had been split in half.

The guard even recognized the poor guy embedded in the ceiling with his insides hanging down; it was the new recruit, someone who had seemed nice. Blood was everywhere. It wasn’t the gruesome scene that caught his attention but the figure sitting with her back turned, perched atop a pile of what remained of his comrades.

“Hey! Hands where I can see them!” he ordered firmly, finger on the trigger, ready to fire. The figure turned. It was a girl. She had long violet hair, brown eyes, and crimson-red lips. Her mouth was completely stained with blood. Still seated, she turned toward the guard and stared at him.

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” he repeated. She kept looking at him for a moment… and then suddenly started laughing. The guard didn’t flinch. He had dealt with lunatics before but never in situations like this. Still, he remembered his training: stay calm, think clearly.

“HANDS UP!” he shouted again. She kept laughing. “You seem very brave with that gun. They were too…” she said, before laughing again. “You know…” she continued, “being locked up in those cells… It's pretty uncomfortable. And lonely…” The guard remained still. 

He studied her clothing. It wasn’t anything he had seen staff or those they worked with wear. It looked like common clothes. She wore a sleeveless pink sweater, a black skirt with pink dots, black tights, and red sneakers. It could’ve been a cute outfit… if it weren’t for the tears and holes all over it.

Looking closer, he noticed she had a black eye, several cuts on her face and… a nail polish brush in her right hand. “PUT YOUR HANDS UP OR I’LL SHOOT!” the guard threatened.

“Oh, cut it out! You’ll ruin my favorite outfit even more.” she complained.“It was hard to find it in this huge lab.” She sighed lightly before continuing. “It might sound silly, but I wasn’t going to escape wearing that ugly light-blue gown.” The guard became more alert upon hearing that.

The experiments conducted there were none of his concern. His job was to keep intruders out and ‘them’ inside. “Ruined clothes will be the least of your problems. Hands up. NOW!” he warned. “It was the least of their problems too.” she said, pointing at the corpses.

“Oh, by the way…” she looked at her left hand. “While your friends were trying to stop me, one of them threw a grenade at me. I felt the explosion. I hit the ceiling and fell. I thought I was fine, but when I tried to get up… I couldn’t feel my arm.” She raised her left arm. It had a paler tone than the rest of her body.

“It was gone. I guess the explosion tore it off… or… I don’t know, I’m not really sure how grenades work.” She tapped her chin and looked up at the ceiling for a second, recalling something. “I was so hungry that, out of revenge, after killing them all, I looked for that bastard grenadier’s body… and I ate him.” She giggled. “He tasted delicious. His meat was tender… and his blood, thick, but sweet.” She smiled.

“With every bite, my arm started regenerating… so I kept eating until it grew back.” She waved her left arm excitedly. “I could move it perfectly. My elbow, my fingers, everything is working. It is as good as new.” She kept explaining, completely ignoring her situation.

“It was perfect… except for one small detail.” She showed her right hand. “It didn’t have polish.” The guard couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he didn’t lower his weapon.

“I looked for my light-blue nail polish, but at some point… maybe when they attacked me with a knife. It was broken.” She pointed to a torn pocket on her skirt stained with light blue. “It all spilled out.” She looked regretful. Then she glanced at the pile beneath her.

“I had to improvise. It’d be weird to have only one hand painted, don’t you think?” She looked back at the guard. His distant gaze revealed he was thinking about a thousand things at once instead of staying focused. “So, I used their blood. Yeah… a bit weird and honestly, gross. But I tried.” She raised her left hand showing her nails painted in crimson red. “It didn’t turn out too bad.” She smiled.

“Oh, and about my clothes…” She ran her hands over her outfit. “Believe it or not, they weren’t pink, they were white. By the time I noticed, they already looked like this. I guess I got splashed during the fight.” She looked down briefly… then back at him. “Do you think I look cute?” she asked shyly as staring straight into his eyes. 

The guard stayed silent for several long seconds. The girl turned slightly, unsure if he was looking at her or something behind her. “Um… hello?” she tried again. “…Yeah, I guess…” he finally replied. “You look cute.” He straightened his gaze and tightened his grip on the weapon. “Really?” she said, excited.  “Thank you.” She blushed. 

The girl stood up. “Just for that compliment, I won’t kill you.” The guard tightened his grip, finger firm on the trigger. She suddenly jumped backward, landing on the wall. Her hand transformed; her fingers changed color, grew longer and larger. Their tips became large, metallic-looking claws, strong enough to let her cling to the wall. With her free hand, she tore off the vent cover.

“Goodbye, Mr. Guard.” She smiled and slipped into the ventilation shaft, disappearing quickly. The sound of metal being struck echoed as she moved through the ducts, fading into the distance. In less than a second, silence filled the room, an uncomfortable silence.

The guard’s radio crackled before a transmission came through. “015, why didn’t you neutralize Subject 211814926? You coward!” a female voice snapped. “Maybe it’s not obvious from behind the cameras, ma’am… but here in the field, I could see she had multiple holes. Our weapons are useless.” He justified.

“You’re an idiot… but… yes… you’re right.” The woman seemed to reconsider. “To conserve resources, it’s better to let her reach the surface. Government hitmen can deal with her.” She paused. “Check for survivors. If there are any, finish them. No witnesses. No injuries.” She dictated. “Yes, ma’am.”


THE END

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Link to Story English Caption in Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/nair-tg-stories/art/1014403767  

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LINK to English Story in Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/410034026-nail-polish-creepypasta-tg-story  

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Link to English Story in Blogger: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2024/01/nail-polish.html

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Link to Spanish Story in Blogger: https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2024/01/pinta-unas.html

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