Niko V. Cosmic

@nikocosmic.bsky.social

Published author, working on a few books, like Made Of Dead Meat (MODeM) and some parts of other projects. Also a weird creature. Posts assorted posts. 20, she/they

Tupperware container in a board room, with a gummigoo TADC plush

screenshot of a document, reading “part one, Made Of Dead Meat”.

MODeM novel cover, missing most detail (excluding floor and vandalized walls)

Screenshot of a Google Doc, only reading “part one, Made Of Dead Meat”.

Beta cover for Made Of Dead Meat (or MODeM) by Niko VHS Cosmic. It shows a stick figure holding a camera, turned on, staring terrified at the ceiling. On the walls are drawings, of a cardboard box with rabbit ears, a emoticon eye with a red iris, a black mirror dripping downwards, a confused beaver, a simplistic cat, a green clock pointing to 7 O’Clock, and a face with an eye crossed out, coughing a heart up.

As 11PM rolls around, Nicky rolls up to the building. He has half an hour to set everything up, and he was confident he could easily get it done. Just needed to start transporting everything! He set his PanePhone 3 down, grabbed his bags, and started transferring his snack backpack + laptop inside. He grabbed a flashlight, wandering the halls and trying to find the perfect place to set up base for the night.
Long-rusted metal beasts stood on stage, mouldy masks resting haphazardly on their metal faces. Nicky looked at them, uneased by the fact that they were… different from his youth. It was people behind the shows from his childhood, right? He shrugged it off, or tried to at least, as he continued venturing deeper.

“Aaand that’s where I’ll leave off! Game’s gettin’ good, but I gotta prepare for tomorrow night! Got a super special stream tomorrow night, and just in time for the spooky month! Now, sleep well, and keep it cool!”

Nicky hit the button he wired to turn off stream, sitting away from his keyboard. As the stream turned to a close, Nicky sighed, sitting back. Tomorrow night, he’ll need to make sure to arrive early. He makes a quick post in chat, “Stream starts at 11:30 or Midnight, PST! You’re not gonna want to miss this one!”

He stretches back in his chair, before picking up his notepad and a pen. He needed to make sure he didn’t forget anything this time, Chat went wild last time he accidentally forgot his camera and had to go get it. At least he had a dancing skeleton gif to keep them occupied.

$CH1 ///|\\\ I wake up, dreary eyed, on a typical Monday. The chorus outside gently kills me to the waking world. I stretch, stepping out of bed, before going to pour myself coffee. As it stands, I am beginning to run low on coffee grounds, so I write down that I need to purchase more grounds. I pour myself a cup of coffee, before adding cream and taking a sip. I add a small cube of sugar as well, before stirring it all together and walking towards the window, staring out the window. The red sky was beautiful at this time of day, and what a day it was already. After I finish my coffee, I start cooking myself eggs and bacon, my usual breakfast. The chorus continued to sing and hum from outside, as I plated my food, digging in. My eggs were over easy, as normal, and my bacon was chewy. I soon finished eating, washing my plate and cup before getting into my car to stop by the store, bringing my list along as well.$