CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Death of the Cosmonauts" Creepypasta

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Starting point is 00:01:24 The Russian government, however, lost contact with the spacecraft shortly after it breached the atmosphere. After eight weeks of radio silence, it was considered lost the space. Then, in September of this year, a mangled bolus of debris crash-landed in the Nevada Badlands. Neither the nuclear warheads nor the two cosmonauts bodies were recovered in the wreckage. One thing, however, did survive. This journal, found in a blast-proof box, provides a haunting glimpse of the cosmic atrocities living just beyond the light of our world. Its transcript, obtained and translated by me, is seen below in full to preserve its integrity. Its opening page bears no names, no dates, no times.

Starting point is 00:02:10 It reads simply, death of the cosmonauts. My Cossack sensibilities betray me. I know the shadow men who swim through the stars must only be a figment of my tired mind, because none of God's creatures are born to survive the great crush of his magnificent creation. The cosmos. But now, after the death and revival of my comrade, faith evades me. The shadow men are true. They move like snakes and speak in voiceless tongues.

Starting point is 00:02:41 Some are bigger than others, but I hear them all without rest. The words curl and writhe through the hum of thrusters, rattling into my skull and weary mind my hot pokers from a burning hearth. I miss my comrade. He watches me through the porthole as I write. Even now, his face torn into a distended grimace, so much like munches the scream. A dreadful smile that fills my stomach with pain. His teeth are black and thick fluid the color of dead stars gurgles down his ruined sockle. I can see a shadow man beneath him, wearing his expired body like a husk.

Starting point is 00:03:20 When I look at him, his haunted and blinking eyes, his forehead wrinkled in forgotten agony. I see fingers clawing up from beneath his skin. in, stretching it like dough under Babushka's hand. I don't have long now. With a final hour upon me, I find myself alone. Alone without the voice of my lord or my comrade to quell the agony. But no. No, I'm not alone.

Starting point is 00:03:47 I know he's with me. The false god I thought I knew, but no, not at all. They're also with me. Them, the ones who drive the shadow men across the plains of time, like cattle in an American western film The Forgotten Creators I cannot tell you the details of our ship that would constitute treason

Starting point is 00:04:09 but I will tell you it operates like a shuttle with an array of vestibals that serve as our rest and recreation quarters The launch was elementary A rocket carried us through the sky And into the black beyond Dispatching us like a payload Before returning to Earth

Starting point is 00:04:26 Leaving us the drift through the inky chasm that lines our world like a blanket. The malfunctions began almost immediately, starting with false readings, low fuel, thrust the damage, and ending with total loss of communications. We found ourselves alone, with no downlink or uplink,

Starting point is 00:04:45 we found ourselves stranded to the stars, left afloat voicelessly to the great unknown like men shipwrecked in a child's dream. We spent a week doing maintenance, manual readings, but since communications had yet to return, we made a mutual decision to abort the mission and return to Earth. That's when the silver disk came into view.

Starting point is 00:05:07 As big as a planet it was, not floating, no, simply hanging in the stars ahead. It took not the appearance of a solid object, but a portal, as if God himself had punched this silver hole through the fabric of space. We watched from the command module as it grew on the horizon, grew like a foul sun barreling toward us. My God, whispered my comrade as the unlikely vision

Starting point is 00:05:32 roped us into its vacuum. Then, it all went rotten. We fell back on our training, using expelled pressure to try and pull the ship away. Sweat fell in hot pints, pulses rose,

Starting point is 00:05:46 our panic climbed to a fever pitch as false light, cold, silver light, flooded the command module. But I think, especially now, that it wasn't light at all. The light is silent, and this was not silent.

Starting point is 00:06:01 It was deafening. A high-frequency scream, the unbearable cry had dogma's hear from a silent whistle, rode the awful light, meadling at my eyes, picking at my ears. It filled my lungs with fluttering dread, turning my insides into a cloud of dead leaves, whipped into a frenzy by the wind of fear. I clawed at my head as the wine built, built. The heavens were one great. thunder and our ship rattled and shook and crushed the silver void into.

Starting point is 00:06:33 I blinked and saw only red, a hellish carmine like hot blood from a severed neck. It surrounded us. It was dreadful and something jumped into my ribs and I yelped, the sound of a small dog with his tail in the door. I looked over and saw my trembling comrade, his body twisted and convulsing, hands torn into rigid claws, eyes showing only the whites as a bib of red foam curled down his jumpsuit. I cried out, not his name nor a word, merely a frightened syllable, and reached out for him. Then I saw what surrounded us. We were no longer in the stars.

Starting point is 00:07:14 That place, the bleeding place, was the devil's nightmare, and the horrors had bred, the things living in silent tandem beside our world were just now waking up. I dragged my dying comrade out from the command module and into the medical station. Blood roared from his eyes, ears, nose. He had sprung a deathly leak, and if I didn't apply medical attention, he would surely. He sat up on the padded bed with a sudden strangled gasp. The overhead lights were out, and in the reddish pollution, he was now a vision of terror. A dreadful nightmare from the religious fresco depicting the underworld.

Starting point is 00:07:54 His eyes still rolled into his brain, had blossomed with a red of a dozen blown capillaries. His lips drew back as if pulled by invisible hands, pulling into a crooked sneer. Darkness is the only comfort, said a jagged voice that was not his own. His lips did not move. The words seemed to scrape through his chest.

Starting point is 00:08:16 I stepped back, the joints of my legs creaking like a rusty door. My heart was pounding sickenly, a hollow thumping ache in my chest. Darkness is what all things find come the end Continued that snarling, foul voice Eternal light and glory was a lie all along An amusing lie meant to trick mortal fools There is nothing but frozen darkness

Starting point is 00:08:40 There is nothing but the wicked gods Two black arms exploded from his mouth Hands the colour of pitch grouted at his jaw His head trying to claw the rest of themselves out as if his very soul was trying to escape his corrupted body. The choked cry I fell back, slamming the command module door as the man who was my comrade changed into something else entirely. Something clawed and scraped, pulling back my comrades bleeding flesh like an expired skin.

Starting point is 00:09:10 Blood misted the window, sprays of brains splattered the wall. A thing, the color of darkness, faceless, featureless, appeared in the port-hole window. behind him as a bloody husk, a mangled, fleshy suit folded limply on the ground, a puddle of gore expanding from it like a red halo. The shadow man spoke, spoke in my mind. I ignored his voice, cruel and cold, and collapsed into one of the padded chairs facing the panorama window. What I saw beyond drove through me like a flaming arrow. I sat, silent, stunned, shivering with roar, screaming ten. and stared at the horizon.

Starting point is 00:09:53 Shadowy giants, the size of galaxies, floated through the red abyss by condemned souls. Planets, they were not planets at all, but infallible, rotting skulls, hung like gruesome ornaments. Smaller planets, sallow and opaque, ringed by belts of umbilical famed fetuses curled up in utero, in massive, incredible forms pulsing with terrible life. It was a grand masquerade of horrors,

Starting point is 00:10:18 of things moving like liquid through the dreadful cosmos, I drifted toward it all with my chest tightening, tightening like it was being talked to the breaking point. I felt my soul weaken. All at once, something swept into view. A dark curtain as big as the sky itself. The ship shuddered and shook as a face made of darkness filled the horizon. A face bigger than a planet, bigger than a monster has any right to be. It was a giant and its mouth.

Starting point is 00:10:51 slowly broke apart like a curtain at Showtime. I looked back at the portal, a shadow man, a mere homunculus compared to his brother, wore my comrade's bleeding skin. I stared at the window as the giant swallowed me. I found my voice, and I screamed. We were vanished into static, devoured into a space that screamed with flickering snow

Starting point is 00:11:18 as if we've been swallowed by a polytune television, Looking out on the horizon, may my teeth ache, may my eyes drop with icy pain. It was unbearable, a cold, lifeless place, the thing in between places. Was I in the digestive tract of the universe, in the belly of all creation? Either way, I knew, knew in the deepest wrinkles of my soul that this place was rotten. So, I primed our payloads for detonation. A final light show, courtesy of Mother Russia. Then I wrote, casting my tail in inkum paper.

Starting point is 00:11:59 It ends as it ends. Maybe as God, if there is such a thing beyond those massive horrors intended. Maybe not. Maybe this ending, my ending, was written by me and only me, when I left behind the earth and search of heaven. It doesn't matter now. This is my deliverance. This is the death of the cosmonauts.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Death of the Cosmonauts" Creepypasta

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