X-File fan fic

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Desdinova: Dec 16, 2004; I had to be on my toes, like a midget at a urinal!

Signal

The hazy smog rolls through those not incubated within cars as the Sun begins to set on another day during the heatwave that had been smothering the city.

A woman in one such car is seated behind her steering wheel, tapping her hands in mild annoyance while enjoying the music on the radio. She feels a vibration in her pocket and so puts the radio on to mute, then raises a mobile phone to her ear that displays the word "WITHHELD"and says 'hello' in a curious voice.

A faint whispery voice begins to speak, so quietly she is straining to try and make out a identifiable word. She repeats her greeting periodically and each time is ignored by the voice. With a combination of the heat and the traffic she starts to feel tired, her ear still opening hard to try and make out what is being said. The several cars in front not moving, she leans her head back and repeats 'hello' quietly, not really expecting an answer.

Even fainter, behind the wraith-like voice babbling at her, a pulsing hum is played down the phone. The woman behind the wheel's eyes close gently, and after half a minute begin to flutter softly, her eyeballs also vibrating slightly behind the lids.

A few minutes later, there is a click and the phone switches off. The woman rubs at her eyes, stares at the phone in confusion then puts it back in her pocket. "Strange," she thinks "I don't remember talking to anybody."

She looks out of the windscreen as the car ahead begins to move, and the phone call already forgotten, follows along behind.

The next day she decides to take advantage of the summer heat and walk the couple of miles to work, but not before placing an extra item into her bag. She arrives and sits perfunctorily at her desk, and places her hands on the computer in front of her, though not moving them. The few co-workers who move past her find their customary greetings and attempts at starting conversation blanked, and before thirty minutes have passed a supervisor is standing next to her.

"Shouldn't you be working?" he asks in a concerned manner. As if talking over a long distance, she mutters something under her breath. "Couldn't quite catch that." Her lips move though the only sound that emerges is a soft streaming hum that isn't matching the sounds her lips are trying to create.

Her eyelids snap shut, and once again her eyeballs shake from side to side for a few moments. "Are you ok?" he asks, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes reopen and she reaches into her bag, her mouth opening wide. "What the-" his sentence is cut off as a screech erupts from her small frame, and she brandishes a kitchen knife and leaps at the supervisor. He raises his hands and shouts for assistance, though that shout quickly becomes pained as she begins to slash left and right, then stabs at his belly.

A few coworkers rush to his aid, pulling her away from him, then knocking her to the ground. A foot clamps down on her wrist, pinning it to the floor as it continues to make ineffective slashing attempts, the tendons clicking with the effort.

Amidst the screams a woman phones the emergency services and stares down at the woman whose eyeballs have rolled back and her eyelids are fluttering to an invisible, irregular beat.

*cue x-files intro*

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jenny jones fan: Dec 24, 2007

XXX-Files

# ? Sep 2, 2016 20:13

snuggle baby luvs hugs: Aug 30, 2005

Agent fox mulder investigates an anomaly in my anus

# ? Sep 2, 2016 20:51

That Robot: Sep 16, 2004; ask me anything about robots; Buglord

will there be jokes about cucking in this fanfic?

because if there's no cucking no one will read it in this day and age

# ? Sep 2, 2016 21:40

Gravitee: Nov 20, 2003; I just put money in the Magic Fingers!

Keep going....

# ? Sep 2, 2016 21:43

Professor Shark: May 22, 2012

Whoa, how can I please Scully, her robot double, and her clone?!?!

# ? Sep 2, 2016 21:43

Cactus Ghost: Dec 20, 2003; you can actually inflate your scrote pretty safely with sterile saline, syringes, needles, and aseptic technique. its a niche kink iirc

the saline just slowly gets absorbed into your blood but in the meantime you got a big round smooth distended nutsack

Desdinova posted:

Signal

The hazy smog rolls through those not incubated within cars as the Sun begins to set on another day during the heatwave that had been smothering the city.

A woman in one such car is seated behind her steering wheel, tapping her hands in mild annoyance while enjoying the music on the radio. She feels a vibration in her pocket and so puts the radio on to mute, then raises a mobile phone to her ear that displays the word "WITHHELD"and says 'hello' in a curious voice.

A faint whispery voice begins to speak, so quietly she is straining to try and make out a identifiable word. She repeats her greeting periodically and each time is ignored by the voice. With a combination of the heat and the traffic she starts to feel tired, her ear still opening hard to try and make out what is being said. The several cars in front not moving, she leans her head back and repeats 'hello' quietly, not really expecting an answer.

Even fainter, behind the wraith-like voice babbling at her, a pulsing hum is played down the phone. The woman behind the wheel's eyes close gently, and after half a minute begin to flutter softly, her eyeballs also vibrating slightly behind the lids.

A few minutes later, there is a click and the phone switches off. The woman rubs at her eyes, stares at the phone in confusion then puts it back in her pocket. "Strange," she thinks "I don't remember talking to anybody."

She looks out of the windscreen as the car ahead begins to move, and the phone call already forgotten, follows along behind.

The next day she decides to take advantage of the summer heat and walk the couple of miles to work, but not before placing an extra item into her bag. She arrives and sits perfunctorily at her desk, and places her hands on the computer in front of her, though not moving them. The few co-workers who move past her find their customary greetings and attempts at starting conversation blanked, and before thirty minutes have passed a supervisor is standing next to her.

"Shouldn't you be working?" he asks in a concerned manner. As if talking over a long distance, she mutters something under her breath. "Couldn't quite catch that." Her lips move though the only sound that emerges is a soft streaming hum that isn't matching the sounds her lips are trying to create.

Her eyelids snap shut, and once again her eyeballs shake from side to side for a few moments. "Are you ok?" he asks, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes reopen and she reaches into her bag, her mouth opening wide. "What the-" his sentence is cut off as a screech erupts from her small frame, and she brandishes a kitchen knife and leaps at the supervisor. He raises his hands and shouts for assistance, though that shout quickly becomes pained as she begins to slash left and right, then stabs at his belly.

A few coworkers rush to his aid, pulling her away from him, then knocking her to the ground. A foot clamps down on her wrist, pinning it to the floor as it continues to make ineffective slashing attempts, the tendons clicking with the effort.

Amidst the screams a woman phones the emergency services and stares down at the woman whose eyeballs have rolled back and her eyelids are fluttering to an invisible, irregular beat.

*cue x-files intro*

i did read all of this

# ? Sep 2, 2016 22:50

Moridin920: Nov 15, 2007; by FactsAreUseless

hmmm not enough scully so far

# ? Sep 2, 2016 23:25

Cactus Ghost: Dec 20, 2003; you can actually inflate your scrote pretty safely with sterile saline, syringes, needles, and aseptic technique. its a niche kink iirc

the saline just slowly gets absorbed into your blood but in the meantime you got a big round smooth distended nutsack

i hope the smoking mans in this one

# ? Sep 3, 2016 01:37

Blurry Gray Thing: Jun 3, 2009

Did you know that Scully wrote a series of sci-fi novels?

They're really bad. Don't read them.The main character is a child psychologist who must fix a diplomat's daughter so the diplomat can focus on preventing full out war between India and Pakistan. But it was also about voodoo and Atlantis and ghosts and the end of the world, and how we're all connected, maaaaaan.

This is way better because there's a chance we'll get to read about Mulder's penis.

# ? Sep 3, 2016 02:10