A lil thing I wrote while waiting. Is it good?

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Thanks! This is gonna intersect with my main story, don’t worry!

Yh it is

They came when we let our guard down. It was.. a great time. We were watching an asteroid hit the moon. They said it would be fine. They said it’d be like any of the other impacts. They said that it would only make a small crater. But somehow, it broke the f**king moon. It went straight through, and the moon just turned a weird color. The moon became orange like fire. Then it shifted to yellow. Then green. Then blue, then purple, then red, and so on. And then it turned pitch black. The scientists said that it was still there, because if the moon disappeared, the effects would be huge.

So we all sat there on our asses with a moon that we couldn’t see for a month. And one night, bright lights shot out of the sky and flew toward us. The moon became visible again, returning to its original color, but covered in holes like swiss cheese. Something was eating at the moon when we weren’t looking. And god do I wish we looked.

They were called many things. Demon, aliens, face-stealers, the one spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender. But I personally like the name Finders. Because they find you. They find your face. They find their way in. And they find your soul. Nobody knows where they came from. Nobody knows why they do what they do. But what we do know is what they do, and that it’s f**king horrifying. Watching it gives you an unshakeable feeling of absolute fear. The kind that echoes in your head like a shout in an empty cave. The kind that says “run” and “stop” at the same time and makes you trip over your own feet.

These things are hunters. They track you down by tricking you and then taking advantage of your fear when they reveal themselves to you. They are the monster that haunts you and your memories forever; escape seems hopeless. The Finders.. They’re masters of manipulation. They take on the shape of their victims, hoping to fool you with their smiles and cheeriness. They look just like a person, except for a few things. Their eyes are wide and unblinking, a feral beast behind them that is watching, waiting; except they aren’t real and can’t see. Their mouths are stuck in a pinned up smile, and when they talk it doesn’t move. They have limbs that are a little too slender. Shoulders that hunch upwards a little too unnaturally. They want to make you think certain things. How they are always watching you, even though they aren’t. How they look a little off. How they might not be what they say.

These forms are obviously not what they actually look like. Because when they notice you’ve found them out, their faces split open, like a blooming flower. The inside is very strange. Inside, you can see a thousand tiny orange teeth, a thousand fires ready to burn and consume. The flesh is a bright purple, and their “breath” is a noxious green. It’s almost as pretty as it is terrifying. Their arms grow longer, their legs each split in two and grow thicker, and their outside skin turns pale white like a vampire’s. Three other “limbs” grow out of their back and all of them attach to this weird “sheet” of skin.

Remember earlier when I said the Finders were also called face-stealers? Well here’s how they got that name. I’ve seen it twice. Once on live TV; the second time was when I lost my friend. First, they have to catch you. I’m pretty sure they can’t see very well, if at all, so they mostly rely on their other senses. Usually, people scream. They scream and cry and beg and die. When the Finders move, it is faster than you can see if you don’t focus. They run on their four massive legs, swiping with their long bony arms to knock their targets over or slow them down. Then when they catch what they want.. The Finder grabs its prey, lifts them into the air and.. I’m sorry, it’s just..

Okay, anyways.. The Finder lifts the victim into the air, it raises the “sheet” of skin to the person’s face, covering it and.. I’ve heard the muffled screams that are immediately choked out of the poor person.. I can’t see it, but I can tell something is going down their throats, searching for something as they writhe in pain and fear and horror.. And then it all stops. The body goes limp after a few seconds. Which isn’t long enough for the cause of death to be suffocation or something. Then they drop to the floor, and then they twitch, in a way that is weirdly lifeless.

Now the Finders are everywhere. They steal our bodies and faces. They deceive at every turn, provoke fear whenever they can. They make you watch as they take the life and soul of your best friend, barely ten feet in front of you, and let you escape. Because the kill was satisfying enough. And watching you sprint away excites them. They know you’re full of fear. They know that you can be caught later.

The Finders are true monsters. They hunt mostly because of the thrill of the chase. They love seeing the fear in their prey as they relentlessly pursue them; they love the ease of the lies when it’s not coming off of a tongue.

The Finders are true monsters. And I’m going to kill every last one of them.