hey there. this is where i'll be storing some of my original works.

they might be very old; in fact, i believe most of what i put here will be from my writing course back in junior year of hs, so bear with me that my works are just reaching the bare minimum. and thus, my writing "style" is more literal than it is in prose. action/dialogue heavy than it is 'feelings'. what else... i've been writing stories ever since elementary, but its only in recent years that i'm beginning to take it seriously lel. eat my slop.

PLEASE NOTE: my works may contain disturbing material. i will put content warnings in said works accordingly.

i enjoy writing body horror, dystopian, psychological, men punching each other, men arguing with eachother, sometimes eroticism here and there. abstract themes are also fun. and im also hoping to do black comedy. my works don't really have meanings though so it's really all up to interpretation.

yunko's index

all fall down on syrenka ┊ in a degrading country closed off from the rest, a man finds his girlfriend eatened by a shapeshifting alien. (vague inspo: the summer that hikaru died, parasyte)

although this is an archive, perhaps fanmail would be nice. i dont have a chatbox, so send some comments to journtosynk@proton.me if you want.

enjoy maybe ( " > . > )

The country of Syrenka had endured two weeks' worth of snowfall, burying its roads with a thick and creeping wave of fog. The roads were damp, allowing the illuminating lights to reflect on the various puddles, where billboards shone the brightest as large shapes of color covered with text read, “We want what’s best for you! Wear special covering for your safety! Be careful of who you talk to!” Sometimes, the billboards cycled through a handful of faces, all old and wrinkled, with eyes that seemed to watch every movement on the screen. The electrical buzzing and a howling wind, strong enough to push a grown man around, were the only things echoing through the streets once everyone decided to huddle up in their cramped homes.

Syrenka had been placed on quarantine from the outside world three months ago, officially being ranked under the pandemic class, but no official government document or newspaper had been sent out since then. The local newspapers haven't been updated since September 23rd, 2097. It was January now. Everyone assumed it was just another, stronger strand of the flu. Or guessed it to be mutated influenza. Even with such a long period with no official press, no one dared to question it. No one dared to suspect why. Occasionally, they watched from high balconies where hordes of men in protective gear and masks thoroughly scanned the streets, carrying strangely modeled weapons, and left in the blink of an eye. The country fell quiet, and all that could be done was to accept and obey the billboards.

—

An uncomfortable atmosphere gradually settled in, as if the air around Kei was squeezing him further with time. The school was quieter than usual, with its silence occasionally broken by the same wind and the clatter of hail falling onto the roof. An eerie stillness replaced the usual chatter in his classes as Kei sat in his seat and fidgeted with his pencil. His eyes flickered from the board to the exit every few minutes. It doesn’t feel right; she should’ve been here.

Maiya, who should also be known as Kei’s girlfriend, hadn’t come to class in nearly five days.

The absence of her cheery voice brought an empty sensation within Kei’s chest.

There was simply no sight of her anywhere around campus or the city at all. Not one message or phone ring. All of his calls were sent to voicemail. Even when he had asked his classmates and professors, no one else knew, or mostly responded with shrugs.

“She’s probably just sick. Stop worrying too much,” they’d say.

But she would’ve said something!

The uneasiness ate at his core. ‘Something had gone wrong, something must’ve happened to her,’ he thought. An urgency to bolt out of campus and ensure she was okay, overwhelmed him, but the snowstorm outside was restless and intensifying with anger, and the outdoor heat rails could only do so much; he had no choice but to stay indoors and wait for the storm to die down by a little.

In the meantime, Kei made his way to the second floor after his last class and sat in the student lounge. Fumbling through his pockets, Kei pulled out his phone. He called Maiya and waited. The hypnotizing ringtone buzzed for what seemed like forever, until–

“. . . ”

This wasn’t her voicemail. Kei shot up. “Maiya, you’re okay? What happ–”

Click.

…

Kei’s mouth hung open for a bit. He called again.

“Hii~ This is Maiya. I’m sorry, but I’m either away or really busy, so I can’t answer right now, sorry! Leave a message.”

Click.

“Dammit,” he spat out, rubbing his forehead furiously. There was no use anymore.

Kei slumped back into his seat and peeked at the landscape shown through the gigantic glass walls.

It was no understatement to say that the campus was massive. It was a three-story building shaped like a “U,” with white pillars and gigantic glass windows aligned in many columns. In the center, holograms showcased the superintendent, a shriveled man with gray, soulless eyes. The school was white industrial, so huge it made Kei feel like an ant.

The city was vast. The longer Kei stared outside, the more the city resembled an endless maze of skyscrapers and narrow streets. In the distance, he watched cars hover past buildings in the sky at great speed, like streaks of bright energy. He focused on the highly saturated holograms plastered all over buildings. Most of them, however, only showed important figures like the governor and advertisements that screamed, “Your trust, our protection!” It just felt ridiculous to have so many signs of that nature. He recalled as a child instinctively holding his breath every time he made eye contact with someone on the poster.

“Their wrinkles look scary,” Kei once whined to his mother. She didn’t respond.

Kei squinted his eyes in search of his neighborhood–in the quieter parts of the city, not overly decorated and lit up, keeping the buildings simple. Despite many technological advancements, he couldn’t help but notice how some areas were still dilapidated and neglected. Peering through the fogged-up windows he saw how cluttered some apartments were. Towers of trash, paper, and run-down furniture left no acceptable space for one person.

A little jingle echoed through the speakers in the lounge.

Finally…

“Fellow students and staff, external temperatures have dropped 5 degrees, and it will be safe to go outside. Please make sure that you are packed and wearing the proper clothing to keep you warm. Thank you.”

There was a faint rustling when students started grabbing their supplies and stuffing them in their bags. Kei dressed himself in his puffy coat and scarf and grabbed his. He followed the students out and down the stairs, almost accidentally tripping on one of their feet. With an “Oh”, he stumbled to catch himself on the railing, as the others wasted no time walking past him and rushed out of the campus. There he stood outside the entrance, the chill wind immediately slapping his face. With a little hope, he tried to call Maiya a second time but received the same automated message.

“Fuck.” His hands slid back into his pockets.

The cold was really seeping through his clothes now. Hastily, he scurried through the streets. The snowflakes kept on bugging him; he could feel them sting his eyes as he ran. Thankfully, outdoor heating systems were around every corner, so Kei wasn’t about to freeze to death anytime soon.

He stopped at a crosswalk, eyes traveling to the cars that drove past him. Most had black-tinted windows, but Kei did catch one driver slumped over, wearing a sleeping mask, and how the steering wheel rotated on its own. It looked ironic; what was the point in owning such a fancy car but not driving it themselves? What a waste.

Pitter patter. Suddenly, Kei heard the faint sound of footsteps.

Slowly, they – or rather, it – crept closer before the very tall figure stood beside him. It wore a long, black fur coat and held a duffel bag with gold lining. Instinctively, he pressed his arms tighter to his sides, hearing the figure's alarming breathing pattern. The smell of floral perfume mixed with metal was heightened under Syrenka’s cool atmosphere. Kei subtly tilted his head to the side, not enough so it would notice, and caught a glimpse of it’s lower face. It’s bangs were overgrown, so he could only make out the nose and jaw, but something was off.

It was a pure mess. An eye on the side of their cheek shifted around like a worm, as though it had a mind of its own. Squelching. Was Kei imagining things? His eyes shot back to the street light before hesitantly moving towards its face again. No, there was no mistake; an eyeball was slowly drooping down to their jawline. The figure stood as still as a statue, despite the abnormality. A pang of guilt emerged within Kei once he realized how rude it was to stare. Perhaps it might have been some kind of genetic deformity from birth, but it was impolite to ask. Kei watched in a horrified curiosity whilst his heart nearly shot out of his body the moment the eye darted directly at his own gaze.

“Oh,” Kei slipped out, turning away. The figure didn’t do the same. He gulped, refusing to look back. “Are you okay? Sir? Ma’am?”

There was a croak, then a clatter of teeth. The figure leaned its head back and hunched over with an exhale, then once Kei took one last peek, the eye was gone.

“Yes, yes…” it said. “I’m absolutely wonderful. I’m feeling out of the weather though. Please, excuse me.”

The crosswalk’s signal light turned green. The figure hummed, walking first, until Kei placed a hand on it’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need any help with–”

The figure immediately turned around and shoved his hand away. “Excuse me!” it snapped, clutching the strap of her duffel bag. “Has anyone ever told you to keep your hands to yourself?” The voice became clear now. “Don’t touch me with your grubby hands.” A voice that belonged to a woman in her 30s. It–She glared at Kei. What was especially strange was that whichever deformity he saw was replaced by skin. Her red lips curled into a snarl before she whipped around and stormed off, fading into the darkness.

Kei rubbed his eyes and groaned. His cheeks grew increasingly warm. “Kei, you idiot,” he cursed. That felt too real. He saw the abnormality! ‘Or am I becoming an Abnormal?’ he thought. He’d rather die than go to a luney bin. Just two weeks ago, a student had to be pulled out of class for causing a scene from “strange tics”. Everyone watched from the windows as he was strapped onto a stretcher and whisked away in a van. He was officially classed as an ‘Abnormal’ in the school’s files. Abnormal: A mentally inadequate disturbance that would interfere with society. To be considered in the same rank as that student left a pit in Kei’s stomach.

Kei quickened his pace when he reached Maiya’s neighborhood.

—

Standing in front of Maiya’s house, apparently, the lights were completely off even when the sky was already past dusk. Kei’s fingers brushed against the doorbell and as he was about to press it, he froze. The door was already unlocked only showing a sliver of the interior. With a shrug, he patted off the snow on his coat and took off his shoes to set them down.

“Maiya?” Kei called out.

He flicked the light switch on and as expected, nobody was home. There were no sounds apart from the floor creaking from his steps and the lights buzzing. Even her mom wasn’t there. Kei’s spine chilled at the silence and at the intrusion. He had been here before, but right now he had no right to be. It felt like a crime.

Suddenly, glass shattered, followed by a sting that overcame the soles of his feet. Kei stepped back and saw a framed photo. It showed a younger Maiya, wearing her silky black hair in a short braid. She held a reward in her hand, looking cheerful as she always did. Kei picked it up and left the picture on the dining room table.

“Anyone?” he called out again, nervously. Still nothing.

On his way up the stairs, his nose was assaulted with a strong scent of metal. The smell was unbearable–the kind that made stomachs churn. It invaded his senses, so much so that he could even taste the air in the back of his tongue. And it was sour. Rotting. Kei coughed, pinching his nose, as his eyes started to water. He could feel the pressure in his chest, with every instinct telling him to run away, but he moved forward, looking through the narrow crevices of the doors before finally coming up to Maiya’s bedroom door. That was where the smell hit him the most. Kei feared for the worst as he hovered his free hand over the doorknob.

There was a crack, something snapping in half, and then Kei swung the door open.

“Hck–” Kei froze. His heart skipped a beat, shattering once he laid his eyes on the floor. “Aaagh! FUCK!!”

A jumbled mixture of flesh and bone lay scattered on the ground in its pool of blood. And something crouching on top of it. His eyes scanned the scene and found that a thin body, hollowed out, and all that was left was just a sack of skin. Kei’s eyes widened, and the air caught in his throat. The smell, oh the smell. Stomach acid had been caught up inside his mouth. He tried to make sense of the face, and it was then that his world shattered. The same silky hair, the eyes, the soft facial features that were now ruined and crushed into pieces. Maiya. This body is Maiya’s. But she looked far from what she used to be. Instead, she was contorted, and her body was stripped of its color. Her limbs have either rotted or been ripped to shreds.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god. Oh my god,” Kei repeated to himself.

He couldn’t stop looking. Kei’s hand shot to his face as he staggered back, nearly collapsing once that “thing” turned to him. Its entire lower face was stained with Maiya’s brown-tinted blood that was flaking off its jaw. Its face was humane and young, but the rest of its features were equally deteriorated, with flesh-textured hair and a pale body that was barely holding itself together. In fact, the skin clung too tightly to itself. The skin was transparent enough to show the creature’s nervous system. There was an outline of its neck arteries, and even then, there wasn’t a pulse or jitter in movement. This thing wasn’t even breathing. It got up, standing carelessly on top of Maiya’s carcass.

Kei’s body was shaken with terror, and he wasted no time making a run for it. But his arms were caught in a hold before he could go to the stairs. Forcing him around, It stared long at Kei’s face, as if it were analyzing his emotions closely.

“Maiya…” Kei shuddered, his throat tightened again. “You killed her. Stay away from me!” Kei fought back.

“Please. If you run, you’ll put yourself in danger too.”

“Get away! Let go, let go! Oh my god,” Kei sobbed. In a panicked blur, he stumbled backward, released himself from the grasp, and fell to the floor, the sudden drop leaving him breathless.

Going on its knees, It inched closer. For a moment, It kept still but with graceful movement, it reached out to his tear-stained face and gently caressed his cheek with its cold hands. The dry blood smudged across Kei’s face. There was no clear intent, but the atmosphere felt dangerous. Every fiber in Kei’s being wanted him to run, but if he did, this thing might’ve killed him, too.

Its face began to morph before his very eyes. The wrinkles disappeared, and eyes grew rounder, more youthful, the face moved like bubbles in boiling water until It finally resembled that of Maiya’s. The hair grew in length and slid from its shoulders. The body even shrank. But the blood on its lips never faded. Despite its efforts to soothe Kei, more tears fell from his eyes. Her eyes remained lifeless and distant. This wasn’t her; this would never be her.

“Please don’t kill me, please.”

“Kei, listen to me,” the thing spoke again in her high-pitched voice. It tightened its lips in a pause. “Are you Kei? I won’t kill you. But you must never mention me to anyone. They will get rid of us both. I can explain.”

It waited for a response, but Kei was too unstable to respond properly, mumbling gibberish to himself.

“I need to survive. Many of us are out there too, but we conceal. Have you seen the papers? It’s okay. Breathe. I can’t eat anymore; the replacement is finished.”

Kei’s heart felt like it was twisting. He wheezed as his chest rapidly rose and fell. His head kept spinning, unable to grasp the situation, as he didn’t want to accept it. Maiya was gone, and this thing was using her likeness as a refuge.

“Her…Her mom,” Kei finally choked out. “What happened to her? Did you... Did you eat her, too?”

“She was my first host. She’s gone forever now.”

“How can you be so casual about this!” Kei’s voice cracked, and he pushed It away. “Dear god. Maiya…I’ve really done it. I’m an Abnormal now, am I? You… You killed her! You ruined everything!”

“Maiya is still here.”

Kei felt a nerve pop. If it meant her corpse or its imitation, it is still wrong. A flush of anger flowed through his veins. He clasped his hands into fists, ready to strike, but he hesitated once he saw that face. Instead, he wrapped his arms around himself, a useless attempt to calm himself down, trembling uncontrollably. The desperation for it to be untrue still lingered. It must have noticed his attempt; thus, its arms slowly extended out to him, and it pulled Kei into a cold embrace.

“It’s okay. Don’t cry anymore.”

Through a waterfall of tears, Kei caught a glimpse past It’s shoulders of Maiya’s rotted corpse.

In her voice, It whispered softly into his ear, “I love you.”

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