King's Fear - Resisting Insanity (Patreon)

"I'm not a baby. Why does everyone keep insisting that I look like one? Everyone keeps pinching my cheeks and patting my butt, checking for a diaper that isn't there. I... I can't allow this to go on. I have to show them that they're wrong. They have to take me seriously!"

King felt an intense shiver go down his spine as the darkness felt like it was closing in on him from all around. The red sky was beaming an intense crimson flare through the nighttime clouds, shrouding him in a blackness that amplified his growing fear.

He could hear the chanting in the distance. He figured it was always in his head but it was the loudest it had ever been in his life.

"BABY! BABY! BABY!"

"DIAPER! DIAPER! DIAPER!"

King pressed his hands to his ears, sweating and shaking as he tried to ignore the chanting. It didn't work. It simply got louder as it seeped through his ears.

"No... th-the demon children are... back... th-they're not real though. I-It's just something from my nightmares...!"

Dark globs shot from the ground and began to tear away at the cherished outfit he made for himself. With a shriek, King tried to run but found the darkness had surrounded him long before he took notice of it.

The chanting was hypnotic and his fear was reaching an overclocked level of intensity. He began to tear up, looking around for an escape. ANY escape. 

There wasn't one.

"BABY! BABY! BABY!"  

"DIAPER! DIAPER! DIAPER!"

King gasped and fell onto his butt, blushing as the draft clued him into the exposed fairy themed briefs he had on. It mattered little though. The demon children from his nightmares were here, closing in on him, teasing him, here to put him in a diaper and force him onto the lowest rung of the totem pole of authority. He was going to be a baby!

King began wetting himself as the fear overwhelmed him. Eventually, the chanting got to be too much. He started to giggle and drool, feeling his mind slip into insanity and eventually surrender to the confines of babyhood.

"Ha... hahaha! Hehehehe! I-I'm a BABY!" King giggled, his mind dipping into the stone ocean of the insane asylum.  "They've finally come for me. Come to put me in a diaper. Then it's off to the nursery where I belong! HAHAHAHA!"

That was the last line he ever said using coherent big boy words as the monsters from his nightmares engulfed him completely. All that would escape his mouth were slurred words spoken in broken baby talk.

It was the fault of the demon children... or at least that's what he'll say as they put the tag on his straight jacket...

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This was just a straight up horror story with a bad ending. Let me know what you thought either with a comment or a like.