Wayward Society: Rotten Children

## Wayward Society: Rotten Children by Eon Apocalypse

**Type**: Cryptid

**Threat Level**: Blue

**Active Status**: PR

**Description**: Rotten Children (which will be referred to as "moulders" in this article for easier identification) are dangerous beings that resemble juvenile females. Once fully manifested, they appear incredibly malnourished, with most of their skin covered in a black and green coating, which emits a strong penicillin scent. Their bone structure seems able to be both rigid and flaccid, which, combined with their small size, allows them to fit in tight places with low or non-existent illumination.

When these aberrants are present, black mould will start to form around the places they frequent, such as ventilation systems, ceilings, closets, basements, or any place with moderate to high humidity and low light. It's highly recommended that the mould is eliminated alongside the aberrant, since it's known to be extremely toxic and has the ability to release microscopic spores that adhere to any surface it touches, including skin. When organic tissue gets in contact with these spores for a long period of time, the tissue will start to present multiple rashes, which will then lead into shedding, and lastly, necrosis. After the tissue dies, black mould will begin to grow in the affected area (Amputation of the rotten area is necessary to stop the infection from spreading).

Moulders will normally evade detection by hiding in hard to reach spots, but once confronted, will defend themselves by scratching their attackers with sharp bones tips protruding from the end of their fingers. They may also try to bite, and it can lead to serious infection once their teeth pierce the first layers of the skin.

**Backround**: The first recorded encounter dates back to 1948, when an old couple living on the outskirts of Dundee, Florida were found dead in their house and were discovered by their son, who was worried after not being contacted by them for weeks. Emerald-5, a Warder working as a deputy for the Dundee police department, went to investigate the scene, and found one of the four Moulders that inhabited the house, feeding on the tissue of the elderly couple.

"*I swear to Jesus I haven't seen anything like that before. Them things looked like lil' girls, but had black shit all 'round them, and smelled like hell-on-earth. And their faces.....their lil' faces.....they looked like they were 'bout to melt. If God made these things, I never wanna see what the Devil has been up to*."

-Emerald-5, when asked to describe the encounter with these creatures.

A week later, more instances of encounters with Moulders slowly started appearing all across rural Florida, and soon after, across three different states of Southern America.

**Location and Population:**: They appear in any place where humidity and low light can be found, and have a tendency to prefer rural areas over urban ones, although there have been instances of Moulders appearing in old or abandoned apartments in densely populated areas. Caution is advised when handling them near Normans.

Currently it appears they have a means of replicating, but it is currently unknown how they do it.

"*If there's one, there's two, and if you find two, there may be four. If you let them be, those four will turn into sixteen*.”

-Copperhead-1, instructing Red Ryders on Moulder hunting.

**Hunting or Procurement Methods:** An easy way to identify a Moulder invasion is by looking out for the characteristic black mould that appears when they are stationed in place for more than twelve hours. This mould can be found under carpets, in ceilings, corners, inside cupboards, or any humid place. After locating the aberrants, shooting and dismemberment is the easiest way of dealing with them, since their body structure is pretty fragile and easily succeptible to damage.

It's necessary for Warders to cover all exposed skin and use gas masks to protect themselves against the spores that may be floating around due to the mould, and a decontamination bath is highly suggested after dealing with these creatures. When the aberrants have been eradicated, the mould should go away after a couple of days or weeks, depending on how severe the infestation was. If this is not the case, a decontamination outfit should be deployed to deal with it and employ the use of fire, and acidic chemicals.

**Encounter Records**:

This journal was found during the hunt of five rotten children in a house located in Jones county, Mississipi. Alongside it, two corpses belonging to the owners of the house were found, with one being almost irrecognizable due to the mould over its body.

***[Entry begins]***

* ***June 13th, 2003***

*Today, I worked my ass off under the sun for 4 hours straight, getting the mold off of that damned trailer papa just bought. Now papa has made bad inversions in his life, but he really outdid 'imself with this one. I had to replace a large part of the flooring just to get rid of a small chunk of mold, can't imagine how much time it's gonna take me to get it all off. Tomorrow I'll ask papa to park it inside the shed, so I can get more workin space and less sun on my back.*

* ***June 14th, 2003***

*That trailer's proving to be a bitch to work with. I took most of the flooring out, but found that some mold was starting to grow between the axle shafts, but how on Earth it got there I still can't figure out. On top of that, I think I heard some fucking possums wigglin around in the shed's basement. I swear to god I'm going crazy in this place, but hopefully I'll be able to move out to Ellisville with Uncle Rory by the end of the year.*

* ***June 15th, 2003***

*I finally got rid of the trailer's mold problem, but it started growing on the floor of the damned shed. If papa wasn’t working his ass off at the farm, I'd actually be really mad at him for buying this piece of shit. I guess working is the only thing we do well in this family.*

* ***June 17th, 2003***

*I forgot to write yesterday's entry, I'm starting to get frustated by this mold situation. It started growing inside the damned house, and I tell ya, I've never seen mold spread as fast as this one does. Papa has gotten some really bad itches recently, and one of his fingers just started to turn red. He says it's fine, he's just been workin’ too much on the field, and that tomorrow he'll take a break and rest. I'm still worried ‘bout those possums, I think one found his way into the attic, and probably will make his nest there if I don't deal with the lil’ fucker.*

* ***June 20th, 2003***

*Things are wrong. Papa’s health got worse, but he keeps telling me not to take ‘im to the hospital. He's always been a prideful bastard, not letting anyone but me take care of 'im after mama died, but this is going downhill too fast. Most of the attic is covered in black mold, and I've been searching for those possums but can't seem to find the sneaky fuckers.*

*If this keeps on, I'mma have to give Uncle Rory a call, so he can come down here and give us a hand with all this bullshit.*

* ***June 21st, 2003***

*Yesterday night I heard some weird noises from papa's room. When I came out to the hallway, I think I saw something move up the stairs, although that could have been my brain making me see weird shit, since I haven't slept well in some days.*

*In the morning, I realized my rashes were getting pretty serious, and actually tried to call Uncle Rory, but the line was eaten by mold. I’ve never seen it act like that. Papa can't get out of bed, and his hand is starting to turn black, and ooze pus. I thought about drivin’ half a mile to ask the Moore's for help, but I don't want to leave papa alone. I've moved papa's bed to the living room for tonight, so tomorrow morning I can load him into the truck without much effort and we can go to the Moore's before he gets worse.*

* ***June 22nd, 2003***

*Today I got up early to check on papa. When I turned around the corner to head into the livin’ room, I saw them. Two things, the size of a little kid, were munching on papa's moldy corpse. I wouldn't have been able to get out the door without them seeing me, so I just backed up without making a sound, and locked myself up in my bedroom. I remembered bout the old Nokia papa gave me some years ago, and searched for it between my drawers.*

*I called Uncle Rory, and he told me to wait for him, and to stay away from them things, but I honestly don't know if he'll make it here in time. I can see one of them creepin on me through a crack on the ceiling, watching every movement I make.*

*I'll leave this journal for you uncle, in case they get to me before you do.*

*Please pray for me, and ask God to rescue my soul, 'cause I feel these things will try to take it away from me.*

***-Roland Jr.***

***[End of entry]***