Every time you wake, the tattoo has changed. Today you find it on your forearm, high near the elbow, on the outside so you have to arrange yourself in front of a mirror to see.
I can't say that I've ever been afraid of insects or spiders. Whenever they managed to get on me, it was usually more of a surprise than outright fear like my friends. I just let them free to do their own thing. Tattoos, on the other hand, were NOT supposed to do their own thing.
The only thing I remembered before I got this thing was going to a party and having TOO much of a good time. I woke up on the couch and found myself with a tattoo of a Black Scorpion on the back of my hand. It certainly was the best thing anyone could get drawn on them after getting black out drunk, but now I'm not so sure. I remember waking up yesterday seeing it on my forearm. It looked a lot bigger there then it did on my hand. Today, I almost lost my shit when I found out that tat wasn't on my arm. Tattoos DON'T disappear, so I went crazy trying to find it. One look in the mirror, and I found on the back of my arm, just above my elbow. One could take an oddity or two in their life, but this tattoo wasn't right at all. Even though I couldn't feel it move, it became clear that this thing was climbing my body. I don't want to know what happens when it touches my face. I gotta see a tattoo remover, and pray that this thing doesn't leap off my arm when provoked...