Lenny, ever the auteur, kept filming. "More intensity, people!" he yelled, backing away from a creeping tendril. "This is art!"
The art, unfortunately, ate the camera first. Then it ate Kevin from accounting. Then it absorbed the entire camera crew, their bodies dissolving into gelatinous lumps that still weakly held their boom poles. horror b-movie
It was a Tuesday when the B-movie became real. Not in a metaphorical, "oh, the acting is so bad it's scary" way. But in a literal, "the prop fungus is eating Gary's arm" way. Lenny, ever the auteur, kept filming
The special effects guy, Merv, had gotten ambitious. "It needs texture," he'd insisted, mixing a new batch of "alien goo" in a bucket. He’d used something he found in an unlabeled drum behind the hardware store. The label said "Bio-Active" and then a lot of numbers. Then it ate Kevin from accounting
"Cut! Print it. That's a wrap."