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blank.png Hollower, decorticator, body snatcher

Hollowers are large irregular masses of nerves, sticky undulating brown flesh, and random external organs such as eyes, teeth, and beaks, littering the mass helterskelter. While reproduction nor gestation has ever been witnessed, through various hunts, trials, and errors the life cycle of a Hollower is well known. A baby bursts out of an egg located in some dark and moist area, normally a sewer but sometimes dumpsters or alleyways. The creature will then use its appendages to crawl its way into a human's home, usually at night to catch them sleeping. Once the child hollower locates a vulnerable human, it will begin to, for lack of any better term, hollow the person. The process has only been partially witnessed by two warders who attempted to kill off the aberration while this is happening, results suggest humans cannot be saved from this process though that is not for lack of trying. The hollower liquefies most major organs, devouring the slurry and pushing any other materials out through the mouth and finally converting the body into a skin suit. Once morning comes the hollower will clean any mess it made from the process as efficiently as possible then assume the life of the person it hollowed out from inside; the creature itself will continue to develop from within the skin suit.

A hollower operating from inside a hollowed human is visually indistinguishable from any other person, but those close to the victim of a hollower attack will quickly notice rapid behavior changes: low engagement in social activities, shallow emotional responses and an overall increase in cruelty. This is not to say a hollower will act as an entirely different person; the squirmy monsters seem retain the memories of their victims. This, combined with the fact that the older a hollower gets the more it is able to camouflage itself as norman, makes them difficult to pin down.

The creatures seem to be emovoric in nature once implanted inside of a human being, no longer requiring food as sustenance. Instead feeding off the misery, humiliation, pain, and other negative emotions it inflicts on others. Most don't go as far as torture and murder, but there are exceptions.

The following is Warder Carter Long's report on the first known encounter with a hollower on June 12th 2011

So I was vacationing as a cop in some town in North Dakota; technically, I was on an assignment to investigate and thin out a population of backwards footed squatches, but that's my version of a vacation so fuck off. Bill grieves, a elementary school teacher is acting like an asshole all of a sudden. This town has only this and how well the wheat is growing as conversation topics so despite me inserting myself as a cop in there for only a month, I find out the details fast. Apparently the guy has been acting distant to his friends and family, and way more disturbingly his students, who I mind you are like seven, have a glassy look in there eyes; a drunk parent going as far to say that he saw him strike a kid but did not leave any marks. So I am already looking through my dusty ass Society handbook to see if there is anything against me beating this guy and using him as squatch bait or more reasonably getting one of those warders versed in magic I hear about to curse this guy with dick-rot or something.
My eyes are lit on fire when I hear about how the Guy's wife, Raegan grieves, called into the station going hollering and screaming. Someone said to just leave it alone, claiming the woman was in hysterics, but insist because worse case scenario I get some bait. I go down there with my fat canuck partner to see what in the wheat bushels is going on. My partner for being so portly was one of the most competent members of that town's little police as he had my back when I when I knocked on the cute little isolated white house. Raegan answered me and asked me to get inside, my partner staying at the door.

The freckled woman is fidgeting and before she could say a thing I get face full of Bill's Sallow face yelling at me about warrants. I swear I did not hear the guy, walked up to me like a ghost so I jumped a little as back up and reach for my 9mm, not to shoot, but to show whose boss (I've seen them do it during my two DUIs).

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