The Tales of the Legendary Mimic : Momo

ONlY KRANTAN

Dr. Col’s eyes widened as the realisation hit him.

He rushed closer, placing a trembling hand on the cracked surface of the ice. His breath fogged the slowly warming surface as the last of the nitrogen cleared.

“Hang on, Siri… I’m here,” he whispered.

Fine fractures spread through the ice cube with sharp, delicate crackles. Chunks began to loosen and fall away, sliding to the floor with heavy thuds.

Her swollen belly moved.

Not like a normal baby’s kick.

It twitched, then crawled under the skin, like something searching for a way out.

“Siri…” Dr. Col swallowed hard. “I’m going to help you push, alright? Just breathe… if you can hear me, breathe.”

Her eyelids fluttered, heavy and slow, as if glued together. Her lips parted slightly, a strained sound slipping out—more air than voice.

He moved his hands to her abdomen, feeling the grotesque tension of her overstretched skin.

“Come on… come on…” he muttered. “If we don’t relieve this pressure, it’ll tear you apart from the inside.”

He applied careful pressure, guiding, trying to force the twisted weight downward. The veins on her belly pulsed a sickly purple, thinning and bulging at random points.

Above, in the observatory, red emergency lights bathed everything in a hellish glow.

“Is this within expected parameters?” a scientist asked.

The main scientist only stared, eyes narrowed. “No…”

On the ground, Siri’s fingers twitched weakly. She tried to lift her hand, reaching for Dr. Col, but it trembled and fell.

Her dry throat worked. A muffled croak escaped her, but no real words.

“Don’t speak, save your strength,” Dr. Col said quickly, though he knew she probably couldn’t hold back much longer.

Her chest rose in shallow, strained breaths. Her whole body shivered as though it still felt the ice.

Then, suddenly, she gulped for air.

“Col… l… I don’t feel very—”

Her voice snapped off mid‑word.

“—bwarrrr!”

A violent spasm racked her body as she lurched forward. A thick, slimy string of intestine‑like flesh burst from her mouth, slapping wetly against her belly. The mass coiled and spread, coating her stomach in a writhing, glistening sheen.

Dr. Col recoiled, horror flaring in his eyes.

“Siri!”

Her belly began to deflate in a slow, sick rhythm—thump… thump… thump—with each beat, her abdomen sank just a little, the tension easing only to make the loose, overstretched skin hang in disturbing folds.

Another tremor shook her frame.

Her throat bulged.

Then she puked again—this time a whole fountain of weird flesh, a column almost a meter high shooting from her mouth, tangled with veins and embedded, half‑formed lumps that looked too much like eyes and teeth.

Dr. Col stumbled backward, his boots slipping on the spreading slime.

“What… what is this…” he whispered, heart hammering.

He tried to back away farther, but his heel struck a fallen chunk of ice. He tripped, barely catching himself on one hand as the stench of warm, alien blood and fluids washed over him.

Above, the commander leaned closer to the glass.

“What’s happening down there?” he demanded.

An alarm suddenly blared through the observatory, red warning lights flashing even faster. A harsh siren screamed through the entire facility.

The scientist’s expression twisted.

“There might have been… unforeseen complications,” he said tightly. “Take a look for yourself.”

The commander’s jaw clenched.

“Get a team down there. Rescue Dr. Col. Now.”

“Yes, commander!” someone answered.

Down below, Siri heaved again.

This time, what came out of her wasn’t a string, or a fountain.

It was an avalanche.

All the intestine‑like mass she had been building inside came pouring out, slamming onto the icy floor in a mountain of wet, pinkish tubes and glistening flesh. The height of it quickly dropped from a grotesque mound to a lower, heaving pile as it spilled and spread.

Her skin had gone paper‑thin and pale, stretched so far it looked ready to tear. The overstretched belly skin flared loosely, flapping with each laboured breath before slowly retracting bit by bit.

Siri lay weakly on her back, eyes half‑open but unfocused.

“Col…” she whispered, her voice barely there.

Up above, the commander and the other scientists watched everything—the vomiting, the mountain of flesh, the slow collapse of her belly.

No one spoke.

On the floor, the heap of vomited intestines twitched.

Something moved inside it.

Slowly, the coils began to roll, dragging themselves together, wrapping around a centre that hadn’t existed seconds ago. Wet, slapping sounds echoed as the mass folded in on itself.

A bulge rose at the top.

An eye forced its way open there.

A single, oversized eye stared out from the middle of the intestine mass, its gaze unfocused at first, then sharpening.

Dr. Col froze.

The fleshy mountain lunged.

“T‑this isn’t possible…” he gasped, scrambling backward on hands and heels.

“NO!” he yelled, voice cracking as he tried to escape.

The intestine‑mass surged forward faster than he could move. Slimy coils snapped around his legs, then his waist, then his arms. He struggled violently, but every attempt only made the grip tighter.

The eye locked onto his face.

More flesh rolled over him, smothering his cries. In seconds, the heap had engulfed him completely, the mass wrapping and layering itself until Dr. Col vanished inside.

The moving flesh thickened, hardening from a loose pile into a solid, pulsating shape.

Within moments, it had formed a grotesque cocoon.

In the control room, one of the lab scientists swallowed hard.

“Is it… over?” he asked.

No one answered.

All eyes were on the cocoon.

It pulsed.

A faint crack sounded.

Then another.

Fine fractures began to spread across the surface of the fleshy shell.

With each new crack, the scientists above gasped, some unconsciously stepping back from the glass as if the thing might burst through.

The lines deepened.

A final, loud snap echoed through the chamber.

The cocoon split wide open.

Something crawled out.

They screamed.

“Wh… what’s that!” someone choked out.

A one‑eyed titan unfolded itself from the ruined shell, standing on four powerful limbs. Its single, massive eye burned with a wild, feral light. Three arms jutted from its body—two by its sides, and one twisted limb protruding from its back, fingers clawed and twitching.

The remnants of the cocoon clung to its hide, dripping in thick strings.

Soldiers charged into the chamber immediately, weapons raised.

“FIRE!”

Gunshots exploded in the confined space. Bullets tore into the titan’s flesh, but it only staggered slightly before roaring, the sound ripping through the air like a physical shock.

It moved.

The soldiers were no match.

With a single swing of its front limb, the titan smashed three of them into the wall, their bodies hitting with sickening cracks. Another swipe sent weapons flying as men and women were thrown aside like dolls.

Blood spattered the frozen floor.

The creature’s giant eye rolled upward, focusing on the observatory above.

Then it leaped.

In a single monstrous bound, it jumped into the upper deck, crashing through reinforced glass as if it were nothing. Shards rained around the control room as alarms wailed even louder.

The staff scattered, some slipping, others falling.

A female scientist was left standing, shivering where she was, her legs too weak to move. She stared up at the nightmare towering over her, eyes wide, tears streaming down her face.

The titan raised one of its side arms, claws ready to crush her.

Down below, lying weakly on the cold floor, Siri forced her eyes open.

“Col… don’t…” she whispered.

The monster froze.

Its huge arm trembled in the air.

It grabbed its own head with its other hands, claws digging into its skull as it let out a broken roar. Its body thrashed, bashing into control panels, crushing consoles, smashing the ceiling supports.

Glass shattered. Metal twisted.

“NO COL… ONLY… KRANTAN!!!”

The voice that came out was a twisted blend of a roar and a scream, but the words were clear enough to send a chill through everyone who heard them.

The titan spun toward the roof.

With a violent motion, it ripped the ceiling open like a loaf of bread, concrete and steel peeling away under its strength. Cold outside air and the distant sky poured into the ruined control room.

It climbed through the torn gap and, with one last howl, jumped out into the open.

Dust and debris drifted down from the ragged hole overhead.

Siri felt hands under her arms, lifting her gently.

The commander supported her to her feet, steadying her as her legs tried and failed to hold her weight.

“It’s going to be fine,” he told her, though his eyes were fixed on the destroyed ceiling.

Siri didn’t look at him.

She stared at the open sky above, at the torn metal and cracked concrete.

“Col…” she breathed, her voice shaking, her gaze locked on the path the monster had taken.