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Fetus Deletus

This is a story about an aborted fetus.

The grotesque fetus opened its undeveloped eyes. The foul stench woke….his….her…. I don't really know, the genitals are missing but there're 10,000 genders (like "it's ma'am" with a dick) out there or something in this planet so let's settle with "its" consciousness. The fetus was inside this porcelain toilet floating alongside with feces. Perhaps somebody forgot to flush their shit. It reached for the toilet seat, grasping the smooth surface with its tiny hands you could mistaken as something cute, but it's actually disgusting. It couldn't bear the rancid smell, and it couldn't reach it no matter how it try and try to extend its deformed limbs.

"I'm too small," the fetus uttered before it splashed back into the browny diarrhea soup but it thought of an idea then it submerged in the murky and putrid shit sea.

Like a dolphin, it jumped out of the waters of the toilet and it landed on the cold tiled floors of a bathroom with a sickening splat.

"It feels like I have powers," the fetus thought as it slowly stands up with its tiny legs, balancing it though it momentarily falls down.

There's a strange sensation inside of its embryonic form, like it could deadlift tons like a bodybuilding gorilla and reshape someone's skull with just a slap. But also, there's this hatred welling up in its stomach. Loathe, detest, and disdain.

"My mama did the fetus deletus."

Her teenage mother forsaken its existence. It all played inside its prematurely-developed encephalon, the memories that was unconsciously transferred to it while it was still inside her nurturing womb, playing like a black and white flick inside the fetus' head. Her mother was raped by this guy named "Bert", which isn't even a moanable name, but her mother tried, and it was awful to hear, worst than hearing Bieber's song "Baby" playing on repeat. Her mother couldn't keep it, she thought she's too young to be a mother and her father would surely kill her, he have so many expectations from her, like becoming a nuclear physicist or an aerospace engineer, but I doubt she could even grasp the simplest of surface knowledge and middle school-level algebra. Maybe it was the result of that fear so she went into this clinic just 10 blocks away from their home and aborted her unborn. She's kinda stupid tho and actually, let's reveal that she wasn't raped. She just forgot to wear condom (the condom that they bought 6 months ago and still using it up to that very day they created our fetal protagonist) or take pills that time during the "rape act" that they did. It was part of their cringy roleplaying as the "rapist and the victim", their own genre of DD/LG, which is pretty offensive for real rape victims, rapists and everyone in the BDSM community if we get in too deeper with the details of what it is.

The doctor that pulled her out from her mother with a fetal extractor must've misplaced it somewhere like on top of a car or inside the muffler and said "Meh, there's a lot of careless teenagers out there that could give me another fetus anytime" and completely forgotten it to do a line of happy powder on a hooker's butt crack, leaving the fetus lying there where a cat picked it up because it thought it's food before this kid beat the shit out of this cat with a shovel when it won't let go of it off its mouth and took it home to show it to his retarded brother — the vegetable in the wheelchair type retarded — saying, "Look at this cool thing that I found! I'll play with this all day long, you fucking retard" while shoving it in the vegetable's mouth but it's actually a very bad idea to take home a fetus that you just found on a cat's mouth 12 in the afternoon. Not that it's unhygienic and disgusting but it's kinda morally wrong for some so kids, remember this. If you found a fetus somewhere might as well give a ring to the cops to notify them and don't you ever think of taking it back home. They know what to do!

The fetus writhed its way out of the bathroom, prowling because of the unknown dangers presented by what's outside. Luckily there's no one at home aside from the guy in the wheelchair frothing in his mouth, dripping this yellowish sticky liquid you could mistake for as pus or a new type of putrid bodily liquid, it just dangles there, who knows. It's quite unsightly but not as unsightly as our walking fetus protagonist. Sometimes I take drugs as I write shits, which is very often. I'm very sorry.

"I'm coming back for you, mama. I need to be born properly." the fetus declared as it stabbed the vegetable retarded like an actual vegetable with a stainless kitchen knife, hijacking his wheelchair.

The fetus is actually in the contradiction of getting its revenge by killing her own mother or going back inside her womanhood. Slither back inside her vagina to her womb or kill her like what he did to this poor side character, the consequence of its fetal bloodlust.

The fetus wants to experience what life is, as a human being, not a morbid fetus. The fetus wants to experience what a normal human being feels throughout its existence, from its stupid childhood eating dirt in the ground, to its depressing teenage years, probably get a girlfriend/boyfriend or two to experience love, or copulation (it's SEX for you incels, bet you've never even seen a pussy before), whatever then work 8 hours on a 9 to 5 job that it probably don't even like, live its entire life as a corporate/wage slave and sheep of the government until the day it die. Or if luckily, die in an accident somewhere in the course of its life instead of suffering and wondering what life, God, death, the universe and the "truth" is or become a redpilled internet anarchist and write philes about senseless violence, unlawful acts, and distribute it on the world wide web where it inspires 14-year-old pimple-faced, asswipes, imbeciles to make their own "Anarchist Cookbook" and try to make a homemade trinitrotoluene (TNT) or tube full of any type of flame-sensitive explosive like flash powder, pyrodex, black powder, potassium picrate, lead azide, nitrocellulose, or any of the fast burning fuel-oxidizer (let's not forget the lighter and the wick) which sometimes results on turning their skinny or obese bodies into an explosionism painting (the walls are the canvass, of course). Live as that kind of anarchist and die a rebel, or full of bullets.

"You will regret aborting me, mama. I will crawl back into your womb, whatever it takes." the fetus said and I don't even have an idea on how it plans to do it but we'll see.