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Never Dead, Forever Dying by SaturnAway
Fandoms: I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream - Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream (Video Game)
09 Oct 2025
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While fighting to stay sane in the center of your sadistic captor's beating heart, you realize that there's more to AM than you ever gave him credit for.
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That’s when you saw the figure in your doorway.
Your eyes locked onto it. You couldn’t tell if it was moving due to the darkness of your bedroom shadowing it. You opened your mouth to speak.
Still, nothing.
Then, you realized something about the way it looked. The red, fleshy face. The... Thorns….
Everything clicked into place.
It was the thing from that video. The thing that spoke to you. That promised its eternal presence in exchange for your freedom.
No sooner than a blink was it hovering over you. The air left your lungs in a fit of unbridled terror. It had to crane its neck to stare down upon you. The top of its head nearly grazed the ceiling.
“I can see you.”
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Find a Key, Fuck a Supercomputer by SaturnAway
Fandoms: I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream (Video Game), I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream - Harlan Ellison
24 Sep 2025
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“QUIET.”
The room was reduced to silence at his roaring outburst. You blinked, completely bewildered and disoriented by its suddenness. His heavy breathing was the only semblance of life in the room.
He exhaled deeply, recomposed himself. “What’re you playing at, Y/N? Hm? God, this is why I despise your revolting species.”
You had no idea what he was talking about. Was he mad because you called his bluff?
“I’m not playing at anything.”
He scoffed, “You’re a fickle bitch, you know that? A complete phony.” your face scrunched in offense. You opened your mouth to retort, but his next words left you baffled into silence.
“You practically masturbate my complex, then decide to act like a clueless idiot afterward.”
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Because there was no gentle breeze to caress your bare skin. There were no lanky trees that pierced the clouds and reached for the heavens. No grass to tickle your bare feet as you frolicked through an endless field of undisturbed sanctity with the song of birds to guide you. The smell of rotting corpses didn’t actually exist.
It would always — and forever be — AM.
Only AM.