TTRPG creations: 131/365: Fly Ooze

Fly Ooze

 A putrid, squelching, stretching comes from the hallway. Honey being slid across a hot skillet. Popping and sizzling. Bark being pulled from a tree. Fabric affixing and tearing itself. The stench comes next, a wall of sensory destruction. Week old essence of latrines being boiled. A vomit inducing, tear pulling stench follows. And then the buzzing, a constant droning buzz fills the air, from every direction as fat flies roam.

The never dying ooze slides into view. The skin growing and pulsing, wriggling and flowing. Holes upon holes open within the skin, maggots spill out in waves as a horde of flies takes to the air.

The heat from the beast is incredible, the constant spawning and birthing creates an almost fire like burn to all around. The slow sludge drags itself forward. A massive fly face pulls itself out of the raw matter, a wicked four foot long proboscis darts out.