Midnight Pals: Invaginies (Patreon)

Joe Koch: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the invaginiesStephen King: whoa joe that sounds kind of adult, is this appropriate for dean?Koch: oh it's fine, it's not like it's super adultKoch: or rather anything dean could parse as adult

King: this one might be a little rough dean, maybe you should sit this one outKing: here, you can take these crayons and sit over thereKing: maybe draw us a nice picture of that spooky pumpkin you were talking aboutKoontz: i'm not a baby, steve!King: or maybe a friendly dogKoontz: oh yeah i could draw a dog

Dean Koontz: stop treating me like a child!Koontz: i'm just as grown up as the rest of you!Koontz: i'm an adult, goshdarnit!!King: dean!! indoor voiceKing: sorry joe i really don't know where he gets itKoch: it's fineKing: he's been hanging out with that grady Hendrix again, he's a bad influence

Koontz: stop treating me like a baby!King: do you want your juice box, dean? would that make you feel better?Koontz: yes please

Joe Koch: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the invaginiesKoch: open the nipple portal into the realm of the sensesKoch: we are two caged animals, shitting in unison, our colons beacons of painKoch: now we're polygons of marbled hamKoch: now you're a gestalt of bees nesting inside a dickKoch: tickling the inside of the dick with all your little bee feet

Koch: now imagine that you're a motorcycleKoontz: i can imagine that!Koontz: see? I can understand grown-up stories!Koch: now a gleaming black cube, compressed from the glittering bone dust of late capitalismKoontz:Koontz: oh i'm having more trouble imagining that

Koch: doctor, doctor! mister em deeKoch: can you tell me what's ailing meKoch: the varigated spines of pure pleasureKoch: the disease of the self is the topography of the otherKoch: the anus is the door to entropyKoch: shoes for industry! shoes for the dead!Koontz: i Koontz:King: it's okay dean just take a deep breath

Koontz: i did it! i did it!Koontz: i listened to the whole story and i understood it all! just like a grown up!King: good job dean we're all very proud of youBarker: oh yeah? how about you explain it thenKoontz:Koontz: uhhhhKing: you don't have to explain anything dean, we believe youKing: clive leave him alone

Koch: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the bride of the rat brideKoch: this guy makes his girlfriend wear the rat mask from 1984Koch: but the twist isKoch: there's rats in itBarker: is it like a sex thing?Koch: no it's bad

Koch: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call is the tale of the convulsiveKoch: what if a caveman killed a woolly mammothKoch: but turned out it was actually an eldritch monster baby fetus god sewn up inside a shambling mammoth carcassLovecraft: oh i hate when that happens