The Tar Pit Monster lurks beneath the goopy tar with slimy tentacles ready to ensnare prey to pull them deeper into the sludge.

the monster has a relationship with an unknown man, who occasionally throws in prey for the monster to snag. he always has his gifts perfectly mummified in duct tape or PVC tape, and he plops them on the surface standing upright.

the unknown man isn’t doing this just for the sake of helping out the monster, but he enjoys the show of his mummified captives being entangled with slimy tentacles and slowly pulled deeper and deeper into the bottomless tar pit. He’d sit on the tailgate of his truck, crack a beer, and watch the events unfold until his perfectly wrapped mummy disapears below the the surface.

today he had captured a young man named Ethan, and he put up quite the fight. Getting him mummified was a hassle, he wouldn’t stop squirming and trying to get away... but of course, he was overpowered and eventually mummified under multiple layers of white PVC tape.

now Ethan is stuck about knee-deep in the tar. It bubbles and churns around his legs but he can’t hear much as the noise is muffled by the tape wrapped around his head. He can feel the slimy tentacles creep up along his helpless body, coiling around him, gripping him tightly, and tugging him downwards into the warm goo beneath him.

Ethan squirmed a little bit, but I think even he knew it was hopeless.

soon enough, Ethan’s mummified face slipped below the surface of the tar, leaving nothing behind but a few bubbles that popped and splattered in the place where his head disappeared.

this was not the end of Ethan, however. The Tar Pit Monster keeps its victims alive and well beneath the surface of the muck. Feeding them with oxygen and nutrients through specialized tentacles that invade their mouths… among other places…

The unknown man doesn’t know this, but he’s slowly been growing the Tar Pit Monster’s of slimy slaves that will soon erupt from the tar pit to wreak havoc on the town and capture more men to add to the monster’s collection.

and so the unknown man just sits there, watching the Tar bubble and churn while drinking his beer, blithely unaware of what he is contributing to.