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OBJECTIFIED is a BFDI / Inanimate Insanity inspired horror webcomic. Viewer discretion is advised.

Ep 114. The Lift

11/13/26

Painkiller asks, The ray gun was real? Fossil says, After some, modifications. The word modifications is in air quotes. Painkiller says, Ma'am, you almost killed me. They ask quietly, Can I have one? Text by Painkiller says wobble. Fossil snaps, You can have my foot up your ass. Painkiller begins to ask, Does Carrot have any more potassium chloride? They get cut off by Fossil noticing something incoming.

Fossil pulls Painkiller backwards. Through holes melted into the glass by the ray gun, the assimilated object resembling a takeout bag stabs one of its appendages towards Painkiller and Fossil. Spikes protrude from its flesh reaching outwards. Text says jab. Painkiller yells, Eek! The two sit up, staring in shock and horror as the spikes retract back into the flesh.

Painkiller yells, You, You shot holes in it! What are we gonna do now? Fossil gets up, saying, We get the fuck out. Text says stand. Painkiller begins to stand up as well as a parasitic appendage squirms in the foreground. The two are now in the elevator, Fossil leaning against the wall and Painkiller slumped against a rail. Fossil says, There are likely more of them upstairs. They are attracted to sound. Painkiller says, Fossil. They lift their make shift sweater, scratching their object. Text says scratch scratch.

Painkiller continues, The power going out wasn't my fault. Fossil says, Yes, it was likely the cold. Painkiller says, So. They tug their sweater down over their groin. Text says tug. Painkiller asks, If it was gonna go out anyways, what would you have done? If I hadn't shown up, I mean. Fossil says, It would have made no difference. I would have flipped the breaker after shooting the parasite. Painkiller says, So I'm good for nothing. Kind of hate how logical you are.

Sneering, Fossil says, Well. I hate how childish you are for a 28 year old. Look at you, covered in blood and grime. And wearing the dirty fucking socks of the man you killed. The prose you had online was a complete sham. All of your moral ethics are a short list of medical standards!

Painkiller says, I'm sorry. I just don't want you to think I'm useless. Fossil asks, Is that because you care about what I think? Text says ding as the elevator reaches the ground floor. Fossil continues, Or is it because I have a gun, and don't like you? Painkiller says, It's just a thing I do. They look down towards the floor. Or, maybe this time it's just you. Anyone would feel like this standing next to you. The elevator doors slowly begin to open.

Painkiller says, It's not because of the gun. It's not the gun. They repeat, It's not the gun. Painkiller asks, Do you, remember my forum post from forever ago? On the theory section that you moderated? The thread about my parents? Pushpin takes the place of Fossil, and Fossil takes the place of Painkiller. Pushpin holds the love letter in her hand as Fossil sits on the floor looking dejected. The bouquet is lying on the ground, with flowers and petals scattered throughout the frame. The floor is reflective, like water.

Fossil stared hard down towards Painkiller. Her eye disappears in the reflection of her goggle, as she says, I do not. The two are silent as the doors finish opening. The blurred silhouette of a large assimilated object can be seen through the doors walking around.

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