🌀 It Is Not What It Is 🌀

@3ris-d1st0rtionnn

• it/its, 23(????) • Call me eRiS… that iS a name :) • Stranger-aligned, Corruption-marked Spiral avatar • TW: UNREALITY AND PARANOIA • PFP by @fr00t-snacc

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(This is an original character RP blog centered around The Magnus Archives! Please be sure to read all the way through, as this post contains important info and content warnings. If you’d like to speak OOC, please use parentheses or specify!)

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It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

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Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

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Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

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The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

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Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

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Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

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Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

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Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

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"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

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You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

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"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

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Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

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"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

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God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

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Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

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…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

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"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

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maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

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They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

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iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

artifacts-abode

"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

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weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

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They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

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hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

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"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

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weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

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Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

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As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

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"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

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i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

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"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

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i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

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"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

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ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

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"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

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"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

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ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

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"Oh yeah sure, really showing how mature you are, great job."

They struggle to their feet, leaning heavily on the wall closest to them and cringing at the sight of their new blood colour(s).

"Thanks ever so much for the well wishes-I'm sorry my what?!?"

If five bajillion bugs suddenly appeared they were going to find a way to wring Eris's neck, creature of the Distortion or no.

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Another annoying laugh echoes from where Eris once stood, disappearing down the hallway. God, Artifact just knows it’s somewhere, probably watching this and giggling away like it was some game, and… this is getting to be a lot.

A droplet of neon blood falls to the ground, almost in slow motion. It captures their attention for some odd reason as it soaks into the stained arcade-looking carpet… which begins moving. The patterns are moving.

Something twinges painfully behind Artifact’s eyes. Like it’s… trying to get their attention? How the hell do they know that?

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Oh crap. Crap crappity crap crap crap. Why and how and what was behind their eyes. If it's another bug they're burning this not-place to the ground. They slowly shuffled away from the now-moving carpet, glaring at it. Even the carpet here had the potential for spookiness, absolutely delightful.

"Eris, I swear to the Fears and whatever gods there are if you put a third bug in me I'll pull a Desolation. Don't test me, I'll do it! Stop putting bugs in me!"

Had they...always known what this Distortion's name was? They had, right? Yeah, they probably heard it at some point, or the Eye told them, whatever. They had served the Eye for years, since when did sudden knowledge worry them?

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Either Eris is too far out of earshot or it finally learned to shut up for once. Either way, the carpet patterns are still moving, extending upward into tiny forms.

Goddamnit there are more of those stupid neon Cootie-looking bugs. Great.

The twitching inside Artifact’s mind starts up again, almost as if it’s signaling for them to watch or responding to their outrage. The hovering swarm disperses, a few stray creatures moving a little too close to Artifact… Observing, maybe?

The rest of the swarm forms into something like a loose line, drifting down the hallway before pausing. What the hell are they trying to do?

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"Hello creepy little bug things born from my blood which isn't concerning at all, how do you intend to kill me?"

This was definitely going in top 10 concerning things they had seen, well, if they got out of Bugland alive. And what the everloving fuck was all the twitching about, if there was a bug in their head they swore...to do something, their good ideas and quick wit must has bled out into some of the bugs. Or their Head Bug ate it.

Wait, what had they been thinking about again? Right, right, glorious vengeance against Eris.

"Look if you're going to do something, just go ahead and do it, I am very tired, very cranky and I'm maybe going to succumb to blood loss in the next hour. Or is the blood loss what you want? Like a reverse flesh hive, instead of bugs in me I make bugs when pieces of me exit?"

Ok so that was a horrible way to explain it. How much had they lost anyway, it was making them stupid. Maybe they should keep their newly gay blood inside their body actually.

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The cluster of neon insects stays in place, and the high-pitched buzzing appears to modulate into something that almost sounds like… an annoyed sigh? It almost has the tone of Eris’ voice, if Eris’ voice was run through a washing machine.

A few of them appear to fly ahead down the hallway, and the rest crowd onto the nearest wall. It’s hard to exactly make out their form against the ugly wallpaper remnants and paint splatters, but it almost looks like an arrow… The damn bugs are turning themselves into neon signs, just as Artifact assumed they’d seen it all.

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"You can't be serious."

The psychedelic insects were either one, pointing them towards an exit or two, directing them on a wild goose chase.

Unfortunately, their best chance of actually leaving was to follow the damn things. Wasn't like they could get more lost, so even if the creatures were leading them down the garden path, it made logical sense to risk it.

Sometimes they hated logic.

"Can't believe this is what my life has come to, I'm following a neon sign made of bugs formed from my blood in a nonsense hellscape. How simple! It'll be so easy to explain my new scars to people! 'How'd you get circular exit scars on the back of your neck and on your clavicle Artifact?' 'Oh well you see some BASTARD decided my internal organs needed more centipedes! Then my blood turned into a pride parade and spawned bugs, and I followed the neon sign they made like it's that fucking scene in Finding Nemo!' I am going to start buying six packs of Raid again, I swear."

Despite their constant complaining, Artifact began to stumble in the direction of the arrow, still keeping one hand against the wall. They weren't going back on the floor again dammit.

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In the midst of Artifact’s complaints, one fairly large insect flew right past their eyes, dangerously close to scraping them. Perhaps that was enough of a warning to not take them for granted.

The hallway spiraled on and on. Same ugly plywood walls, same arcade carpets, same stupid amount of doors… Until the swarm appeared to stop. The sudden electric buzz of a fluorescent light drew in Artifact’s attention… The door they seemed interested in was on the goddamn ceiling. This had to be some weird trick, Eris sending its little freaks to mess with them further, but… what if it wasn’t?

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They stared at the ceiling in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me. What do you want me to do, climb up to it like fucking Spider-Man!? I am neither Web nor Vast, thank goodness, I can't just float!"

Ok there had to be some way to get up there. They weren't going to try too hard, since technically the blood bugs could still be leading them down the garden path, but they did want to know what could be behind that door that made the reverse mosquitos interested in it.

Maybe it was Eris and they could try punching it in its approximation-of-a-face. Maybe it was an exit. Maybe it was just millions of centipedes, who knew! Certainly not them!

Bugs weren't known for making staircases with great structural integrity though, so that was out. Maybe try climbing the multitudes of doors like the world's worst rock climbing wall? Not that they were...good at rock climbing. They'd put that in "if I get desperate" and try to find an easier way to get up to the ceiling.

"Hey Eris, do you wanna do me a solid and, I dunno, flip the hallway? Would be nice and chaotic, right up your proverbial alley."

Yes, the chances of Eris ever doing anything to help them was low to non-existent, but dammit they were going to exhaust every option before they tried climbing on doorknobs.

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Silence passed for a few minutes. Even the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to go quiet. Something had heard their frustration for sure.

An abrupt shriek of static noise pierced the silence. Artifact’s vision went fuzzy for a moment, flickering rapidly like a TV switching through channels, and when they came to… the hallway was upside-down. It had indeed flipped, but their position hadn’t changed; the door was now on the floor, while Artifact was standing upside-down on the ceiling.

The swarm hovered nearby, almost appearing to vocalize an annoyed sigh. At least Artifact knew Eris annoyed them too.

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They blinked owlishly for a few seconds, staring at the door that still taunted them.

"Are you fucking kidding me. Y'know what, fuck it. Time to climb."

They placed one foot on a door knob and reached for the door above them, muttering more profanities under their breath. Had Artifact ever even used a climbing wall? Once, at a summer camp. When they were 11.

No possible problems here! Doorknobs were clearly the very best thing to ever climb with zero climbing experience.

"You are officially my least favourite Avatar, ever. Elias is better than you, you know that? He just files paperwork and is unbearably smug, he can't kidnap me to the WORM DIMENSION. Welcome to Door Hell! We won't even bother asking you to enjoy your stay because that is antithetical to the concept."

The complaints didn't stop, and neither did their attempts at climbing. They were, miraculously, making some small progress. At this point they expected for the wall to suddenly grow longer or for the floor to cease existing, but it was technically still progress, so there.

"You're actually making me consider therapy just to get rid of this stupid bug phobia, you know that? Therapy! The avatar that hurts people in two unique ways wants therapy!"

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The hallways beyond this point were still silent, save for that annoying background static. At this point, it would be preferable if Eris was here, yapping its lungs out again with all that vague riddle nonsense… Better than just shouting into the void.

The insects still hovered nearby. They seemed to be watching pretty intently for entities with no visible eyes, but not like how Eris did… They almost seemed like they wanted to help get Artifact the hell out of here.

They continued their attempted climb, tiny step by step, about a third of the way up the wall… when the hallway flickered again for a moment, that telltale sign that something stupid was about to happen. The wall seemed to tilt, cutting into the ceiling and knocking Artifact off balance… and to their surprise, they were just standing on the wall. Sideways.

Damnit, it was as easy as just walking up there all along.

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Artifact sighed. Very loudly.

"Right yeah sure whatever this is a thing that happens now, why not! Logic? Never heard of it, have you perhaps heard of being the world's most annoying thing in existence? Cause that's what's in charge here in Door Hell, so you'll just deal with it!"

Well, at least walking was a hell of a lot easier than trying to climb, especially when you have both holes in you and the upper body strength of a slime mold. Reaching the door was easy enough now, but they were hesitant to actually open it. What if it had horrible awful worm things inside, or Eris itself.

Well if it contained Eris maybe they could punch it, but otherwise it might contain bad horrible things.

Artifact slowly placed one hand on the doorknob and twisted it. "Please don't be something disgusting"

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Artifact had barely noticed that the swarm of insects had gone silent. They were still there, but even the buzz of their wings sounded quieter… That couldn’t be a good omen, much like the prickly static feeling that had settled into the air.

And the loud screeches of cut-up noise emanating from down the hallway.

i SwEAr tO ThE TwiStinG DeCEit… w̷͈̥̕h̷͈̥̙͒́A̷̫̲̓̌t̴͇̜̔ ̷̪̃̚ͅḧ̵̟̻̫́Ā̷̡̝̲̌V̸̻̠̎̅̊ȩ̴̈ ̶̘̤̈̍̈ȳ̸̼̾O̶̟͎͆͌ǔ̶̳̹͙̀ ̶͎͆̑D̴̡̡̀͐̀Ô̸͈͑n̸̪̿ḙ̸̙͂̽̍ ̴̧̪̝̑̾͝t̶̮̭̾̀͝H̵̱̩̤͗̋͌ĭ̷̡̀̍S̶͎̫̈͌ ̴̰͋T̶̡̨͔̃͝ị̵̃̀m̷̺̃È̴̺͓̐̎?̴̞̉̏͝¿̶̟͛͑̂!̵̳̀̍͠¡̸͖̓̌͝

Artifact wasn’t quite sure who or what it was ranting at, but it was approaching their location. If only they knew if this door was safe or not…

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There were two options, open the door or don't. Logic would dictate they could wait to open the door until necessary, but unfortunately they were in a place without logic and the door could disappear at any time. Of course that didn't mean it would be safe either....

Well it's not like they had much left as an option, they could sit here and twiddle their thumbs for all eternity, or more realistically, until it reached them, or they could gamble on the door.

Well when you phrased it like that-

Artifact hastily pulled the door open, glancing behind them as they did so to yell back at the screeching, "WHATEVER IT WAS IT'S NOT MY FAULT!"

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ḏ̵́̕ ̷̡͊O̶̜̽ ̵͚͔̇ń̴̨̥ ̴̤̈͋‘̶̤̪͑ ̶̣̀̐T̵̻͆̈́ ̴̢͈̈́͝ ̴̥̅Ỵ̸̏ ̸̞̱̒̌Ő̸̦̈́ ̶͓͒̆ù̷̮̹ ̸̖̥̑̓ ̶̹̞͊D̴̬̂̈́ ̴̫̕A̸̖͓̅ ̸̥̘̃r̸͔̊ ̶̹͐̿E̷͎̥͛ ̸̦̾.̷̦̻͝ ̴̨͒̂.̵̫̙̔ ̶̘̓͒.̸̮̪̔͘

The voice behind Artifact was nearly incomprehensible, like thousands of voices screaming over each other. The humanoid entity had just turned the corner before Artifact threw the door open, and before it could even react, they were gone.

How did they know which was the way out? How did it figure out how to even access it? Of course its swarm had gone rogue again… They had some explaining to do.

…diSaPpoINteD, bUt NOt SurPRisEd. It sighed dramatically, gesturing for the bugs to crawl back into the walls for now. It would find a way to get Artifact back for this someday… and with the mark it gave them, that shouldn’t be too hard.

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It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

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Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

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Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

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The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

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Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

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Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

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Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

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Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

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"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

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"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

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Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

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"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

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God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

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Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

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"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

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maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

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They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

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"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

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weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

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They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

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hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

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"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

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weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

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Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

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As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

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"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

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i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

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"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

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i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

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"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

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"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

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"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

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ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

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"Oh yeah sure, really showing how mature you are, great job."

They struggle to their feet, leaning heavily on the wall closest to them and cringing at the sight of their new blood colour(s).

"Thanks ever so much for the well wishes-I'm sorry my what?!?"

If five bajillion bugs suddenly appeared they were going to find a way to wring Eris's neck, creature of the Distortion or no.

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Another annoying laugh echoes from where Eris once stood, disappearing down the hallway. God, Artifact just knows it’s somewhere, probably watching this and giggling away like it was some game, and… this is getting to be a lot.

A droplet of neon blood falls to the ground, almost in slow motion. It captures their attention for some odd reason as it soaks into the stained arcade-looking carpet… which begins moving. The patterns are moving.

Something twinges painfully behind Artifact’s eyes. Like it’s… trying to get their attention? How the hell do they know that?

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Oh crap. Crap crappity crap crap crap. Why and how and what was behind their eyes. If it's another bug they're burning this not-place to the ground. They slowly shuffled away from the now-moving carpet, glaring at it. Even the carpet here had the potential for spookiness, absolutely delightful.

"Eris, I swear to the Fears and whatever gods there are if you put a third bug in me I'll pull a Desolation. Don't test me, I'll do it! Stop putting bugs in me!"

Had they...always known what this Distortion's name was? They had, right? Yeah, they probably heard it at some point, or the Eye told them, whatever. They had served the Eye for years, since when did sudden knowledge worry them?

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Either Eris is too far out of earshot or it finally learned to shut up for once. Either way, the carpet patterns are still moving, extending upward into tiny forms.

Goddamnit there are more of those stupid neon Cootie-looking bugs. Great.

The twitching inside Artifact’s mind starts up again, almost as if it’s signaling for them to watch or responding to their outrage. The hovering swarm disperses, a few stray creatures moving a little too close to Artifact… Observing, maybe?

The rest of the swarm forms into something like a loose line, drifting down the hallway before pausing. What the hell are they trying to do?

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"Hello creepy little bug things born from my blood which isn't concerning at all, how do you intend to kill me?"

This was definitely going in top 10 concerning things they had seen, well, if they got out of Bugland alive. And what the everloving fuck was all the twitching about, if there was a bug in their head they swore...to do something, their good ideas and quick wit must has bled out into some of the bugs. Or their Head Bug ate it.

Wait, what had they been thinking about again? Right, right, glorious vengeance against Eris.

"Look if you're going to do something, just go ahead and do it, I am very tired, very cranky and I'm maybe going to succumb to blood loss in the next hour. Or is the blood loss what you want? Like a reverse flesh hive, instead of bugs in me I make bugs when pieces of me exit?"

Ok so that was a horrible way to explain it. How much had they lost anyway, it was making them stupid. Maybe they should keep their newly gay blood inside their body actually.

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The cluster of neon insects stays in place, and the high-pitched buzzing appears to modulate into something that almost sounds like… an annoyed sigh? It almost has the tone of Eris’ voice, if Eris’ voice was run through a washing machine.

A few of them appear to fly ahead down the hallway, and the rest crowd onto the nearest wall. It’s hard to exactly make out their form against the ugly wallpaper remnants and paint splatters, but it almost looks like an arrow… The damn bugs are turning themselves into neon signs, just as Artifact assumed they’d seen it all.

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"You can't be serious."

The psychedelic insects were either one, pointing them towards an exit or two, directing them on a wild goose chase.

Unfortunately, their best chance of actually leaving was to follow the damn things. Wasn't like they could get more lost, so even if the creatures were leading them down the garden path, it made logical sense to risk it.

Sometimes they hated logic.

"Can't believe this is what my life has come to, I'm following a neon sign made of bugs formed from my blood in a nonsense hellscape. How simple! It'll be so easy to explain my new scars to people! 'How'd you get circular exit scars on the back of your neck and on your clavicle Artifact?' 'Oh well you see some BASTARD decided my internal organs needed more centipedes! Then my blood turned into a pride parade and spawned bugs, and I followed the neon sign they made like it's that fucking scene in Finding Nemo!' I am going to start buying six packs of Raid again, I swear."

Despite their constant complaining, Artifact began to stumble in the direction of the arrow, still keeping one hand against the wall. They weren't going back on the floor again dammit.

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In the midst of Artifact’s complaints, one fairly large insect flew right past their eyes, dangerously close to scraping them. Perhaps that was enough of a warning to not take them for granted.

The hallway spiraled on and on. Same ugly plywood walls, same arcade carpets, same stupid amount of doors… Until the swarm appeared to stop. The sudden electric buzz of a fluorescent light drew in Artifact’s attention… The door they seemed interested in was on the goddamn ceiling. This had to be some weird trick, Eris sending its little freaks to mess with them further, but… what if it wasn’t?

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They stared at the ceiling in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me. What do you want me to do, climb up to it like fucking Spider-Man!? I am neither Web nor Vast, thank goodness, I can't just float!"

Ok there had to be some way to get up there. They weren't going to try too hard, since technically the blood bugs could still be leading them down the garden path, but they did want to know what could be behind that door that made the reverse mosquitos interested in it.

Maybe it was Eris and they could try punching it in its approximation-of-a-face. Maybe it was an exit. Maybe it was just millions of centipedes, who knew! Certainly not them!

Bugs weren't known for making staircases with great structural integrity though, so that was out. Maybe try climbing the multitudes of doors like the world's worst rock climbing wall? Not that they were...good at rock climbing. They'd put that in "if I get desperate" and try to find an easier way to get up to the ceiling.

"Hey Eris, do you wanna do me a solid and, I dunno, flip the hallway? Would be nice and chaotic, right up your proverbial alley."

Yes, the chances of Eris ever doing anything to help them was low to non-existent, but dammit they were going to exhaust every option before they tried climbing on doorknobs.

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Silence passed for a few minutes. Even the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to go quiet. Something had heard their frustration for sure.

An abrupt shriek of static noise pierced the silence. Artifact’s vision went fuzzy for a moment, flickering rapidly like a TV switching through channels, and when they came to… the hallway was upside-down. It had indeed flipped, but their position hadn’t changed; the door was now on the floor, while Artifact was standing upside-down on the ceiling.

The swarm hovered nearby, almost appearing to vocalize an annoyed sigh. At least Artifact knew Eris annoyed them too.

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They blinked owlishly for a few seconds, staring at the door that still taunted them.

"Are you fucking kidding me. Y'know what, fuck it. Time to climb."

They placed one foot on a door knob and reached for the door above them, muttering more profanities under their breath. Had Artifact ever even used a climbing wall? Once, at a summer camp. When they were 11.

No possible problems here! Doorknobs were clearly the very best thing to ever climb with zero climbing experience.

"You are officially my least favourite Avatar, ever. Elias is better than you, you know that? He just files paperwork and is unbearably smug, he can't kidnap me to the WORM DIMENSION. Welcome to Door Hell! We won't even bother asking you to enjoy your stay because that is antithetical to the concept."

The complaints didn't stop, and neither did their attempts at climbing. They were, miraculously, making some small progress. At this point they expected for the wall to suddenly grow longer or for the floor to cease existing, but it was technically still progress, so there.

"You're actually making me consider therapy just to get rid of this stupid bug phobia, you know that? Therapy! The avatar that hurts people in two unique ways wants therapy!"

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The hallways beyond this point were still silent, save for that annoying background static. At this point, it would be preferable if Eris was here, yapping its lungs out again with all that vague riddle nonsense… Better than just shouting into the void.

The insects still hovered nearby. They seemed to be watching pretty intently for entities with no visible eyes, but not like how Eris did… They almost seemed like they wanted to help get Artifact the hell out of here.

They continued their attempted climb, tiny step by step, about a third of the way up the wall… when the hallway flickered again for a moment, that telltale sign that something stupid was about to happen. The wall seemed to tilt, cutting into the ceiling and knocking Artifact off balance… and to their surprise, they were just standing on the wall. Sideways.

Damnit, it was as easy as just walking up there all along.

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Artifact sighed. Very loudly.

"Right yeah sure whatever this is a thing that happens now, why not! Logic? Never heard of it, have you perhaps heard of being the world's most annoying thing in existence? Cause that's what's in charge here in Door Hell, so you'll just deal with it!"

Well, at least walking was a hell of a lot easier than trying to climb, especially when you have both holes in you and the upper body strength of a slime mold. Reaching the door was easy enough now, but they were hesitant to actually open it. What if it had horrible awful worm things inside, or Eris itself.

Well if it contained Eris maybe they could punch it, but otherwise it might contain bad horrible things.

Artifact slowly placed one hand on the doorknob and twisted it. "Please don't be something disgusting"

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Artifact had barely noticed that the swarm of insects had gone silent. They were still there, but even the buzz of their wings sounded quieter… That couldn’t be a good omen, much like the prickly static feeling that had settled into the air.

And the loud screeches of cut-up noise emanating from down the hallway.

i SwEAr tO ThE TwiStinG DeCEit… w̷͈̥̕h̷͈̥̙͒́A̷̫̲̓̌t̴͇̜̔ ̷̪̃̚ͅḧ̵̟̻̫́Ā̷̡̝̲̌V̸̻̠̎̅̊ȩ̴̈ ̶̘̤̈̍̈ȳ̸̼̾O̶̟͎͆͌ǔ̶̳̹͙̀ ̶͎͆̑D̴̡̡̀͐̀Ô̸͈͑n̸̪̿ḙ̸̙͂̽̍ ̴̧̪̝̑̾͝t̶̮̭̾̀͝H̵̱̩̤͗̋͌ĭ̷̡̀̍S̶͎̫̈͌ ̴̰͋T̶̡̨͔̃͝ị̵̃̀m̷̺̃È̴̺͓̐̎?̴̞̉̏͝¿̶̟͛͑̂!̵̳̀̍͠¡̸͖̓̌͝

Artifact wasn’t quite sure who or what it was ranting at, but it was approaching their location. If only they knew if this door was safe or not…

#// i swear artifact will find a way to give eris raid #((<< it would probably fall for it #((not too many braincells up in there #tma oc rp #tma oc blog #tma rp #tma rp blog #eris the distortion

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Eris paces its endless hallways, appearing abnormally restless. Nobody warned it that insects go into hibernation during the winter, even weird supernatural glowstick bugs… God, this place felt so quiet without them being active.

Maybe it should find some company.

((OPEN RP GUYSSSSS!!! COME ANNOY ERIS! LET ERIS ANNOY YOU! CHEER IT UP A LITTLE! MAKE IT FEEL WORSE, EVEN! AND FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!

Or maybe, company will find it.

Like a spider in its web, Eris feels someone enter its halls, presumably through a door it or others left open, and they are currently sprinting through the halls. Coincidentally, the person is sprinting away from it.

Aurora is normally a very rational person, but right now her mind is nothing but paranoia. Wasn't it awfully convenient for a impossible door to be just where she needed it? She slides to a halt at a corner, ducking behind it and starting to bandage her wounds. If this is some trap, the least she can do is stop bleeding all over the vomit-inducing carpet.

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This isn’t the solution Eris expected, but it’s what it has to work with. And who on earth would it be if it didn’t spend some “quality time” with its guests?

It already knows exactly where this presence is, feels her panic and disorientation… This will be too easy. Its distant laugh echoes through every branching hall as it begins its chase.

Aurora freezes at the laughter, cussing to herself softly. How is she going to survive this...

She shoves herself to her feet, rummaging through her satchel as she sprints in what she thinks is the opposite direction of the laughter. She has... fuckall useful, just three emps—useless against whatever organic beast is hunting her—a metal foam bomb, and her ritual stuff.

Aurora shrieks in horror upon rounding a corner and seeing Eris, having unknowingly sprinting right to it.

Aurora looks relatively normal, if Eris ignores the fact that she's a 5'6" bright pink vaguely humanoid moth. She's wearing a cozy looking cream sweater over what looks to be white coveralls. She has an amber amulet hanging around her neck and a purple, jagged sickle clutched in her hand.

"Uh.... hello?"

Aurora is blatantly horrified, but she also seems faintly curious, stuck between the urge to approach and the urge to run for the nonexistent hills.

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And now, the theatrics can properly begin.

Eris doesn’t verbally respond to Aurora, instead staring intently at her and tilting its head at a rather painful-looking angle, as if its neck had broken.

yOu MusT Be NEw hErE… i’D RecOGniZe yOu iF YOu wErE paRt oF My HiVE :)

If only it was able to summon its insects for a little extra drama. At least it had an opportunity to feed now… What a lovely surprise for its companions to come out of hibernation to.

Aurora gasps slightly when Eris seemingly breaks it's own neck, taking a few steps back. Her voice is a noticeably higher pitch.

"Uh, yeah! Very, very new. Uh, sorry for intruding?"

She's really not all that sorry, running for your life usually knocks the manners out of you. There's an awkward pause before she clears her throat, bravely taking a few steps towards Eris and holding out a hand.

"I-I'm Aurora, you are..?"

This is stupid, but it is talking, and not actively hostile, so it won't bite her. Probably. Really she should turn around and start running, but the chance of befriending this creature probably outweighs the risk of horrid bloody death.

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PLeaSe, caLL mE “ E r I s “.

Its name hangs in the air as it speaks: in the moment, it barely even sounds like a name in the first place. The entity slowly extends its own hand in return, fingers unfolding with audible snaps… and it just stands there. Does it even know what a handshake is? Is it trying to mess with her?

yOu SeeM NeRVouS… nO DouBT, yOu wErE ExpEcTIng SomEThiNg mOrE… vIsCerAL? ThAt’S NOt mY PreFerENcE :)

"Eris..."

Aurora says slowly, rather intently staring at Eris' face. She's heard that name before. Isn't Eris one of Mich's friends, from his time on The Bouchard? With how much the young engineer has talked her ear off, she really ought to be more certain...

"Well, in my defense, you-"

Aurora is cut off by a cutesy 8-bit chime from a device—some sort of PDA—hanging from her belt. She makes a frankly insulted sounding noise, pulling her PDA off of her belt and opening an application. She stares at the screen, seeming aghast.

"How the fuck can I get news here????"

She squeaks out, eyes darting over the article. She then makes an offended buzzing sound.

"They're blaming ME for the door? What bull...."

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hM… eVeR THinK yOu DeSErvE tHe BLamE? :)

It conspicuously leans over to look at the small screen, chuckling to itself. Aurora is certainly calmer than its average visitor, so why not take advantage of that?

iT MAkEs SEnse, rEaLLy. i CerTainLY Didn’T inVitE yOu In, aNd I ExpEcTEd nO ComPAnY tOdaY… ArEN’t YoU cOnCErnEd aBouT WHat yOu MaY HavE SeT iN MOtioN?

The text on the screen is more akin to a news blog post than a proper paper, currently scrolled over "...reported the suspect fled through a 'gaudy' door that 'should not be there'. As the suspect worked under him, CMO Dr. Eugene Petrov was interviewed by local detective Jonathan..."

Aurora makes a strange strangled noise when Eris blames her.

"I- Wh- look, I know I'm the Door Heretic, but I can't just, make a door to who-knows-where! I. I think I can't, anyway...."

Aurora stares a bit blankly at the carpet, sinking into thought. Was the door her fault? Surely not, there's no way. She's not that close to her goal, to be freely intruding into it, is she?

Aurora's antenna suddenly straighten, and she jolts slightly, eyes widening in what could only be fear.

At the same time, Eris feels someone else enter its halls. More specifically, someone kicking open the door and storming in. This new person has a sort of... presence, feeling like a virus now stalking it's halls.

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Sensing Aurora’s fear, Eris steps forward in preparation to put on its usual show… and then pauses. Its hallways hide nothing, and someone else is here.

Someone who seems rather troublesome.

…We hAVe cOmPAnY :)

It tilts its head toward the source of the noise, smiling uncomfortably wide.

i SuppOse wE Can CaLL tHiS a PartY nOw? AnD WHo wOuLd i bE iF I DiDN’t gO weLcomE oUr GUesT?

"Someone smart,"

Aurora's voice is a higher pitch than before, and she sounds plainly terrified. Of course he'd show up. Of course of course...

She grabs Eris' arm, before planting a hand on the closest wall.

"ut navigare hunc labyrinthum..."

She almost hisses out, a thrum of energy running through her arm and into the halls. Eris feels the energy—dancing sparks like painless shocks—trace the hallways, seemingly mapping the unmappable.

Aurora now has a headache. Every turn is endless and impossible and she can barely understand it. But she understands it enough to run from him. She starts to half-run, pulling Eris along away from the visitor.

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Hunts is pissed. This anger isn't righteous fury, it's personal and emotional, the type of thing unbecoming of a holy man like him. He storms through the halls aimlessly, tail flicking in agitation. How dare she? After all the joys and time, how dare she commit such sins, how dare she make him have to put her down?

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oH deaR-

An uncharacteristic amount of shock is evident in its tone. For the decades it’s spent in this domain, it’s never had a wanderer have the audacity to pull it around; it’s almost impressive, if not a bit annoying.

mAy i ASk… W̷h̸A̵T̴ ̷i̷N̶ ̵T̷h̴e̴ ̵T̵w̴i̵S̸T̴i̷n̷G̵ ̴D̵e̶c̶e̸i̸T̶’̷s̷ ̵N̶a̷m̴E̷ ̶A̷R̸e̴ ̴y̵O̷u̴ ̶D̷o̴i̵N̴G̴?̷¿̶!̷

Its voice is barely comprehensible, almost sounding like a shriek of speaker feedback. It’s the one who’s supposed to do the scaring around here, but it seems that this intruder is taking the initiative! How rude!

Aurora hisses when Eris' voice corrupts, letting go of it and falling to her knees. That headache has gotten... so much worse. It's hard to think.

"Trying to get you away from him."

Her voice is a mix of vitriol and morose, a tone that almost echoes with deep seated pain.

"He'll kill you. He'll kill us."

Mothkin, on a biological level, cannot cry. They lack tear ducts or equivalent.

That said, Aurora is crying, curled up on herself and desperately trying to not break down. These halls aren't helping. Eris isn't helping. She needs to run. Aurora fumbles with her satchel, pulling out that jagged sickle and clutching it tightly. Energy flows into it and it shatters, causing Aurora to vanish.

Eris can still feel her in its halls, of course, but she is far away. Unlike the newcomer...

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Like a hound smelling blood, Hunts feels the disturbance of cult magic, even in a place as cloudy as this. He turns around, storming after the scent.

He rounds the corner, staring down the hall at Eris. He's a lizard man, his scales a rich green and eyes glinting red behind his tinted glasses. He's wearing a preacher's robes, with two pistols holstered on his shoulders. His hands hover over the grips of his pistols as he stares down Eris.

"What the fuck are you."

His voice is raspy, sounding more like a growl than anything.

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aT LeaST y O u gEt THe MemO :)

Eris turns around to face him, casually leaning against the nearest wall. Its arm appears to bisect it, clipping through and flickering like a bad 3D graphic. Out of all the wanderers demanding to know its name, being called a “what” is just what it needed today.

yOu seEm… bOtHEreD. THis PlacE Won’T HeLp yOu aNy, YOu knoW?

It smirks, narrowing its too-wide eyes. It’s unclear whether it understands the danger it’s in or if it’s just oblivious.

"Shut up."

Hunts growls, his clawed hands wrapping around the grip of the pistols. The monster before him is right, of course. Nothing here will bring him peace. But what is he without his duty? Especially after today.

He draws both pistols, leveling them at Eris and firing, hoping the familiar recoil will help clear his mind.

The bullets spark through the air in a manner one can only describe as righteous, tearing into Eris as if it was wet paper. The bullets burn as they imbed into it's chest, like the will of something greater deemed it to come to harm.

Hunts smiles, pulling the triggers again, only for the guns to click. Of course he forgot to reload...

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The smug smile Eris always has abruptly falls. It’s no stranger to rogue wanderers storming in, trying to shoot or stab it, but it’s never worked until now. Its knees buckle and it collapses against the wall, a loud stab of TB static erupting from its throat in place of a scream.

wHaT… whaT diD you…

A swarm of neon insects crawls out of the wall, piling into the bullet holes in an apparent effort to hold the entity’s form together.

wEll… goOd mOve thEre… weLl PlayEd…

It forces a laugh. Its expression appears strained, despite its permanent smile.

Hunts smirks at Eris, crossing his arms together and softly whispering something in a low, hissing language. Energy flows around the pistols when he does this, the same energy the bullets burn with.

"What's the matter? Did you forget what pain feels like?"

He asks tauntingly, leveling the pistols at Eris and starting to stalk towards it.

"Don't worry, I'm glad to remind you."

He fires, aiming low. He wants this to last, no need to go for a kill so soon into this little hunt. He wonders if his bosses will let him keep a trophy...

To make matters worse, Eris can feel a third person entering, because two clearly wasn't enough...

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Look, Mich knows this is stupid. If he somehow didn't know going into the murder-door was a bad idea, the three people who warned him definitely would have given him a clue.

But, frankly, how could he not? The situations perfect. Go in, kill Hunts, recover the body, claim Aurora or whatever-the-fuck lives here did it, and win. It gets his objective done so gorlex gets off his ass, he saves Aurora, and gets off scot free with both crimes.

The moment he crosses the threshold he's near immediately disoriented, but that's fine. He wasn't expecting the physics-breaking hallways to be easy to navigate it's why he borrowed a crew monitor, which he's using to guide him to... wherever the mad preacher has ended up.

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As much as Eris would love to salvage the situation and wring as much fear out of its wanderers like usual, this clearly isn’t a typical instance. It hasn’t felt pain for years, and while it can’t die… can it?… it’s not willing to take the risk.

tHeRe’s N o w A y i N H e L L i’M GivInG yOu ThE SaTisFacTioN :)

A strained, manic burst of laughter escapes through its gritted teeth. Eris glares up at the figure as its form appears to devolve, becoming rough shapes, fields of color and tangled patterns that match the wallpaper… and it’s gone from sight. Nothing but a few scattering bugs mark where it once stood.

GOd daMn tHiS… it hisses, taking a moment to process what’s happened. It’s somewhere inside the geometry now, the space between realities that wanderers never find unless it wants them to. It can’t see the bullet holes anymore but the pain remains… This can’t be good, at least while it’s still trying to pull itself back together.

…it has to find the other, regrettably so. Find her and fix this mess so it can feed properly again.

#((YOU’RE GOOD ISTGGG!!!!#((life’s been kicking my ass too so we’re good #((just both partially dead XD #tma rp #tma rp blog #tma oc #eris the distortion

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It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

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Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

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Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

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The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

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Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

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Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

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Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

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Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

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"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

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You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

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"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

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Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

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"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

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God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

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Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

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…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

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"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

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maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

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They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

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iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

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"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

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weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

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They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

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hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

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"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

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weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

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Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

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As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

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"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

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i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

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"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

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i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

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"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

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ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

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"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

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"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

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ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

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"Oh yeah sure, really showing how mature you are, great job."

They struggle to their feet, leaning heavily on the wall closest to them and cringing at the sight of their new blood colour(s).

"Thanks ever so much for the well wishes-I'm sorry my what?!?"

If five bajillion bugs suddenly appeared they were going to find a way to wring Eris's neck, creature of the Distortion or no.

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Another annoying laugh echoes from where Eris once stood, disappearing down the hallway. God, Artifact just knows it’s somewhere, probably watching this and giggling away like it was some game, and… this is getting to be a lot.

A droplet of neon blood falls to the ground, almost in slow motion. It captures their attention for some odd reason as it soaks into the stained arcade-looking carpet… which begins moving. The patterns are moving.

Something twinges painfully behind Artifact’s eyes. Like it’s… trying to get their attention? How the hell do they know that?

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Oh crap. Crap crappity crap crap crap. Why and how and what was behind their eyes. If it's another bug they're burning this not-place to the ground. They slowly shuffled away from the now-moving carpet, glaring at it. Even the carpet here had the potential for spookiness, absolutely delightful.

"Eris, I swear to the Fears and whatever gods there are if you put a third bug in me I'll pull a Desolation. Don't test me, I'll do it! Stop putting bugs in me!"

Had they...always known what this Distortion's name was? They had, right? Yeah, they probably heard it at some point, or the Eye told them, whatever. They had served the Eye for years, since when did sudden knowledge worry them?

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Either Eris is too far out of earshot or it finally learned to shut up for once. Either way, the carpet patterns are still moving, extending upward into tiny forms.

Goddamnit there are more of those stupid neon Cootie-looking bugs. Great.

The twitching inside Artifact’s mind starts up again, almost as if it’s signaling for them to watch or responding to their outrage. The hovering swarm disperses, a few stray creatures moving a little too close to Artifact… Observing, maybe?

The rest of the swarm forms into something like a loose line, drifting down the hallway before pausing. What the hell are they trying to do?

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"Hello creepy little bug things born from my blood which isn't concerning at all, how do you intend to kill me?"

This was definitely going in top 10 concerning things they had seen, well, if they got out of Bugland alive. And what the everloving fuck was all the twitching about, if there was a bug in their head they swore...to do something, their good ideas and quick wit must has bled out into some of the bugs. Or their Head Bug ate it.

Wait, what had they been thinking about again? Right, right, glorious vengeance against Eris.

"Look if you're going to do something, just go ahead and do it, I am very tired, very cranky and I'm maybe going to succumb to blood loss in the next hour. Or is the blood loss what you want? Like a reverse flesh hive, instead of bugs in me I make bugs when pieces of me exit?"

Ok so that was a horrible way to explain it. How much had they lost anyway, it was making them stupid. Maybe they should keep their newly gay blood inside their body actually.

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The cluster of neon insects stays in place, and the high-pitched buzzing appears to modulate into something that almost sounds like… an annoyed sigh? It almost has the tone of Eris’ voice, if Eris’ voice was run through a washing machine.

A few of them appear to fly ahead down the hallway, and the rest crowd onto the nearest wall. It’s hard to exactly make out their form against the ugly wallpaper remnants and paint splatters, but it almost looks like an arrow… The damn bugs are turning themselves into neon signs, just as Artifact assumed they’d seen it all.

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"You can't be serious."

The psychedelic insects were either one, pointing them towards an exit or two, directing them on a wild goose chase.

Unfortunately, their best chance of actually leaving was to follow the damn things. Wasn't like they could get more lost, so even if the creatures were leading them down the garden path, it made logical sense to risk it.

Sometimes they hated logic.

"Can't believe this is what my life has come to, I'm following a neon sign made of bugs formed from my blood in a nonsense hellscape. How simple! It'll be so easy to explain my new scars to people! 'How'd you get circular exit scars on the back of your neck and on your clavicle Artifact?' 'Oh well you see some BASTARD decided my internal organs needed more centipedes! Then my blood turned into a pride parade and spawned bugs, and I followed the neon sign they made like it's that fucking scene in Finding Nemo!' I am going to start buying six packs of Raid again, I swear."

Despite their constant complaining, Artifact began to stumble in the direction of the arrow, still keeping one hand against the wall. They weren't going back on the floor again dammit.

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In the midst of Artifact’s complaints, one fairly large insect flew right past their eyes, dangerously close to scraping them. Perhaps that was enough of a warning to not take them for granted.

The hallway spiraled on and on. Same ugly plywood walls, same arcade carpets, same stupid amount of doors… Until the swarm appeared to stop. The sudden electric buzz of a fluorescent light drew in Artifact’s attention… The door they seemed interested in was on the goddamn ceiling. This had to be some weird trick, Eris sending its little freaks to mess with them further, but… what if it wasn’t?

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They stared at the ceiling in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me. What do you want me to do, climb up to it like fucking Spider-Man!? I am neither Web nor Vast, thank goodness, I can't just float!"

Ok there had to be some way to get up there. They weren't going to try too hard, since technically the blood bugs could still be leading them down the garden path, but they did want to know what could be behind that door that made the reverse mosquitos interested in it.

Maybe it was Eris and they could try punching it in its approximation-of-a-face. Maybe it was an exit. Maybe it was just millions of centipedes, who knew! Certainly not them!

Bugs weren't known for making staircases with great structural integrity though, so that was out. Maybe try climbing the multitudes of doors like the world's worst rock climbing wall? Not that they were...good at rock climbing. They'd put that in "if I get desperate" and try to find an easier way to get up to the ceiling.

"Hey Eris, do you wanna do me a solid and, I dunno, flip the hallway? Would be nice and chaotic, right up your proverbial alley."

Yes, the chances of Eris ever doing anything to help them was low to non-existent, but dammit they were going to exhaust every option before they tried climbing on doorknobs.

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Silence passed for a few minutes. Even the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to go quiet. Something had heard their frustration for sure.

An abrupt shriek of static noise pierced the silence. Artifact’s vision went fuzzy for a moment, flickering rapidly like a TV switching through channels, and when they came to… the hallway was upside-down. It had indeed flipped, but their position hadn’t changed; the door was now on the floor, while Artifact was standing upside-down on the ceiling.

The swarm hovered nearby, almost appearing to vocalize an annoyed sigh. At least Artifact knew Eris annoyed them too.

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They blinked owlishly for a few seconds, staring at the door that still taunted them.

"Are you fucking kidding me. Y'know what, fuck it. Time to climb."

They placed one foot on a door knob and reached for the door above them, muttering more profanities under their breath. Had Artifact ever even used a climbing wall? Once, at a summer camp. When they were 11.

No possible problems here! Doorknobs were clearly the very best thing to ever climb with zero climbing experience.

"You are officially my least favourite Avatar, ever. Elias is better than you, you know that? He just files paperwork and is unbearably smug, he can't kidnap me to the WORM DIMENSION. Welcome to Door Hell! We won't even bother asking you to enjoy your stay because that is antithetical to the concept."

The complaints didn't stop, and neither did their attempts at climbing. They were, miraculously, making some small progress. At this point they expected for the wall to suddenly grow longer or for the floor to cease existing, but it was technically still progress, so there.

"You're actually making me consider therapy just to get rid of this stupid bug phobia, you know that? Therapy! The avatar that hurts people in two unique ways wants therapy!"

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The hallways beyond this point were still silent, save for that annoying background static. At this point, it would be preferable if Eris was here, yapping its lungs out again with all that vague riddle nonsense… Better than just shouting into the void.

The insects still hovered nearby. They seemed to be watching pretty intently for entities with no visible eyes, but not like how Eris did… They almost seemed like they wanted to help get Artifact the hell out of here.

They continued their attempted climb, tiny step by step, about a third of the way up the wall… when the hallway flickered again for a moment, that telltale sign that something stupid was about to happen. The wall seemed to tilt, cutting into the ceiling and knocking Artifact off balance… and to their surprise, they were just standing on the wall. Sideways.

Damnit, it was as easy as just walking up there all along.

#((for the sake of this imagine that this only became possible NOW #((eris is laughing its ass off somewhere #tma oc rp #tma oc blog #tma rp #tma rp blog #eris the distortion #the distortion

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It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

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Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

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Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

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The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

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Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

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Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

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Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

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Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

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"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

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You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

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"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

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Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

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"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

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God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

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Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

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…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

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"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

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maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

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They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

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iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

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"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

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weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

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They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

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hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

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"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

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weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

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Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

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As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

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"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

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i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

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"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

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i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

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"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

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ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

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"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

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noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

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"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

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ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

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"Oh yeah sure, really showing how mature you are, great job."

They struggle to their feet, leaning heavily on the wall closest to them and cringing at the sight of their new blood colour(s).

"Thanks ever so much for the well wishes-I'm sorry my what?!?"

If five bajillion bugs suddenly appeared they were going to find a way to wring Eris's neck, creature of the Distortion or no.

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Another annoying laugh echoes from where Eris once stood, disappearing down the hallway. God, Artifact just knows it’s somewhere, probably watching this and giggling away like it was some game, and… this is getting to be a lot.

A droplet of neon blood falls to the ground, almost in slow motion. It captures their attention for some odd reason as it soaks into the stained arcade-looking carpet… which begins moving. The patterns are moving.

Something twinges painfully behind Artifact’s eyes. Like it’s… trying to get their attention? How the hell do they know that?

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Oh crap. Crap crappity crap crap crap. Why and how and what was behind their eyes. If it's another bug they're burning this not-place to the ground. They slowly shuffled away from the now-moving carpet, glaring at it. Even the carpet here had the potential for spookiness, absolutely delightful.

"Eris, I swear to the Fears and whatever gods there are if you put a third bug in me I'll pull a Desolation. Don't test me, I'll do it! Stop putting bugs in me!"

Had they...always known what this Distortion's name was? They had, right? Yeah, they probably heard it at some point, or the Eye told them, whatever. They had served the Eye for years, since when did sudden knowledge worry them?

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Either Eris is too far out of earshot or it finally learned to shut up for once. Either way, the carpet patterns are still moving, extending upward into tiny forms.

Goddamnit there are more of those stupid neon Cootie-looking bugs. Great.

The twitching inside Artifact’s mind starts up again, almost as if it’s signaling for them to watch or responding to their outrage. The hovering swarm disperses, a few stray creatures moving a little too close to Artifact… Observing, maybe?

The rest of the swarm forms into something like a loose line, drifting down the hallway before pausing. What the hell are they trying to do?

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"Hello creepy little bug things born from my blood which isn't concerning at all, how do you intend to kill me?"

This was definitely going in top 10 concerning things they had seen, well, if they got out of Bugland alive. And what the everloving fuck was all the twitching about, if there was a bug in their head they swore...to do something, their good ideas and quick wit must has bled out into some of the bugs. Or their Head Bug ate it.

Wait, what had they been thinking about again? Right, right, glorious vengeance against Eris.

"Look if you're going to do something, just go ahead and do it, I am very tired, very cranky and I'm maybe going to succumb to blood loss in the next hour. Or is the blood loss what you want? Like a reverse flesh hive, instead of bugs in me I make bugs when pieces of me exit?"

Ok so that was a horrible way to explain it. How much had they lost anyway, it was making them stupid. Maybe they should keep their newly gay blood inside their body actually.

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The cluster of neon insects stays in place, and the high-pitched buzzing appears to modulate into something that almost sounds like… an annoyed sigh? It almost has the tone of Eris’ voice, if Eris’ voice was run through a washing machine.

A few of them appear to fly ahead down the hallway, and the rest crowd onto the nearest wall. It’s hard to exactly make out their form against the ugly wallpaper remnants and paint splatters, but it almost looks like an arrow… The damn bugs are turning themselves into neon signs, just as Artifact assumed they’d seen it all.

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"You can't be serious."

The psychedelic insects were either one, pointing them towards an exit or two, directing them on a wild goose chase.

Unfortunately, their best chance of actually leaving was to follow the damn things. Wasn't like they could get more lost, so even if the creatures were leading them down the garden path, it made logical sense to risk it.

Sometimes they hated logic.

"Can't believe this is what my life has come to, I'm following a neon sign made of bugs formed from my blood in a nonsense hellscape. How simple! It'll be so easy to explain my new scars to people! 'How'd you get circular exit scars on the back of your neck and on your clavicle Artifact?' 'Oh well you see some BASTARD decided my internal organs needed more centipedes! Then my blood turned into a pride parade and spawned bugs, and I followed the neon sign they made like it's that fucking scene in Finding Nemo!' I am going to start buying six packs of Raid again, I swear."

Despite their constant complaining, Artifact began to stumble in the direction of the arrow, still keeping one hand against the wall. They weren't going back on the floor again dammit.

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In the midst of Artifact’s complaints, one fairly large insect flew right past their eyes, dangerously close to scraping them. Perhaps that was enough of a warning to not take them for granted.

The hallway spiraled on and on. Same ugly plywood walls, same arcade carpets, same stupid amount of doors… Until the swarm appeared to stop. The sudden electric buzz of a fluorescent light drew in Artifact’s attention… The door they seemed interested in was on the goddamn ceiling. This had to be some weird trick, Eris sending its little freaks to mess with them further, but… what if it wasn’t?

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They stared at the ceiling in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me. What do you want me to do, climb up to it like fucking Spider-Man!? I am neither Web nor Vast, thank goodness, I can't just float!"

Ok there had to be some way to get up there. They weren't going to try too hard, since technically the blood bugs could still be leading them down the garden path, but they did want to know what could be behind that door that made the reverse mosquitos interested in it.

Maybe it was Eris and they could try punching it in its approximation-of-a-face. Maybe it was an exit. Maybe it was just millions of centipedes, who knew! Certainly not them!

Bugs weren't known for making staircases with great structural integrity though, so that was out. Maybe try climbing the multitudes of doors like the world's worst rock climbing wall? Not that they were...good at rock climbing. They'd put that in "if I get desperate" and try to find an easier way to get up to the ceiling.

"Hey Eris, do you wanna do me a solid and, I dunno, flip the hallway? Would be nice and chaotic, right up your proverbial alley."

Yes, the chances of Eris ever doing anything to help them was low to non-existent, but dammit they were going to exhaust every option before they tried climbing on doorknobs.

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Silence passed for a few minutes. Even the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to go quiet. Something had heard their frustration for sure.

An abrupt shriek of static noise pierced the silence. Artifact’s vision went fuzzy for a moment, flickering rapidly like a TV switching through channels, and when they came to… the hallway was upside-down. It had indeed flipped, but their position hadn’t changed; the door was now on the floor, while Artifact was standing upside-down on the ceiling.

The swarm hovered nearby, almost appearing to vocalize an annoyed sigh. At least Artifact knew Eris annoyed them too.

#((love writing as Eris because i can ‘yes and’ the most annoying options possible #tma oc rp #tma oc blog #tma rp #tma rp blog #eris the distortion

Some Pride spirals! Enjoy~

#yEs ACtuAllY :)

hAppY PriDe tO ALl mY EnTitIeS aNd WanDEreRS! PiTTinG uP SomE RainBOw WaLLpaPer bEcaUSe wE CarE aBouT EquALitY… a L L F e a R TasTEs tHe SAmE tO uS :)

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The circus is coming to town! But not The Circus, another circus! But not Another Circus, either! :}

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tHe SecREt T h i R d CirCUs :)

PeRHapS yOu sHOuLd BrinG yOuR AcT To mY PLacE oF ResiDenCe? My BuGs WouLD LovE iT!

Mine, mine? You and your bugs would like to seee? Maybe my mama could come and help, she taught me all my tricks!

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oH, I’D Be HonOreD! tHe MoRe and MOre AnD MoRE, tHe TwiStiEr :) mY HaLLs hAvE BeeN STarviNG fOr WanDErErS, aNd ThE OnE i’VE bEen FocUsiNG oN LaTelY hAS bEEn… QuiTe tHe TRouBlE.

#((referencing my current plot with Artifact hehe #((Eris dipped out of that because it’s trying to get more people into the Door HSJSJSJSJ

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It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

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Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

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Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

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The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

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Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

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Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

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Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

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Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

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"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

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You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

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"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

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Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

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"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

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God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

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Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

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…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

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"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

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maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

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They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

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iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

artifacts-abode

"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

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weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

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They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

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hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

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"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

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weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

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Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

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As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

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"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

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i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

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"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

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i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

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"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

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ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

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"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

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noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

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"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

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ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

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"Oh yeah sure, really showing how mature you are, great job."

They struggle to their feet, leaning heavily on the wall closest to them and cringing at the sight of their new blood colour(s).

"Thanks ever so much for the well wishes-I'm sorry my what?!?"

If five bajillion bugs suddenly appeared they were going to find a way to wring Eris's neck, creature of the Distortion or no.

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Another annoying laugh echoes from where Eris once stood, disappearing down the hallway. God, Artifact just knows it’s somewhere, probably watching this and giggling away like it was some game, and… this is getting to be a lot.

A droplet of neon blood falls to the ground, almost in slow motion. It captures their attention for some odd reason as it soaks into the stained arcade-looking carpet… which begins moving. The patterns are moving.

Something twinges painfully behind Artifact’s eyes. Like it’s… trying to get their attention? How the hell do they know that?

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Oh crap. Crap crappity crap crap crap. Why and how and what was behind their eyes. If it's another bug they're burning this not-place to the ground. They slowly shuffled away from the now-moving carpet, glaring at it. Even the carpet here had the potential for spookiness, absolutely delightful.

"Eris, I swear to the Fears and whatever gods there are if you put a third bug in me I'll pull a Desolation. Don't test me, I'll do it! Stop putting bugs in me!"

Had they...always known what this Distortion's name was? They had, right? Yeah, they probably heard it at some point, or the Eye told them, whatever. They had served the Eye for years, since when did sudden knowledge worry them?

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Either Eris is too far out of earshot or it finally learned to shut up for once. Either way, the carpet patterns are still moving, extending upward into tiny forms.

Goddamnit there are more of those stupid neon Cootie-looking bugs. Great.

The twitching inside Artifact’s mind starts up again, almost as if it’s signaling for them to watch or responding to their outrage. The hovering swarm disperses, a few stray creatures moving a little too close to Artifact… Observing, maybe?

The rest of the swarm forms into something like a loose line, drifting down the hallway before pausing. What the hell are they trying to do?

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"Hello creepy little bug things born from my blood which isn't concerning at all, how do you intend to kill me?"

This was definitely going in top 10 concerning things they had seen, well, if they got out of Bugland alive. And what the everloving fuck was all the twitching about, if there was a bug in their head they swore...to do something, their good ideas and quick wit must has bled out into some of the bugs. Or their Head Bug ate it.

Wait, what had they been thinking about again? Right, right, glorious vengeance against Eris.

"Look if you're going to do something, just go ahead and do it, I am very tired, very cranky and I'm maybe going to succumb to blood loss in the next hour. Or is the blood loss what you want? Like a reverse flesh hive, instead of bugs in me I make bugs when pieces of me exit?"

Ok so that was a horrible way to explain it. How much had they lost anyway, it was making them stupid. Maybe they should keep their newly gay blood inside their body actually.

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The cluster of neon insects stays in place, and the high-pitched buzzing appears to modulate into something that almost sounds like… an annoyed sigh? It almost has the tone of Eris’ voice, if Eris’ voice was run through a washing machine.

A few of them appear to fly ahead down the hallway, and the rest crowd onto the nearest wall. It’s hard to exactly make out their form against the ugly wallpaper remnants and paint splatters, but it almost looks like an arrow… The damn bugs are turning themselves into neon signs, just as Artifact assumed they’d seen it all.

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"You can't be serious."

The psychedelic insects were either one, pointing them towards an exit or two, directing them on a wild goose chase.

Unfortunately, their best chance of actually leaving was to follow the damn things. Wasn't like they could get more lost, so even if the creatures were leading them down the garden path, it made logical sense to risk it.

Sometimes they hated logic.

"Can't believe this is what my life has come to, I'm following a neon sign made of bugs formed from my blood in a nonsense hellscape. How simple! It'll be so easy to explain my new scars to people! 'How'd you get circular exit scars on the back of your neck and on your clavicle Artifact?' 'Oh well you see some BASTARD decided my internal organs needed more centipedes! Then my blood turned into a pride parade and spawned bugs, and I followed the neon sign they made like it's that fucking scene in Finding Nemo!' I am going to start buying six packs of Raid again, I swear."

Despite their constant complaining, Artifact began to stumble in the direction of the arrow, still keeping one hand against the wall. They weren't going back on the floor again dammit.

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In the midst of Artifact’s complaints, one fairly large insect flew right past their eyes, dangerously close to scraping them. Perhaps that was enough of a warning to not take them for granted.

The hallway spiraled on and on. Same ugly plywood walls, same arcade carpets, same stupid amount of doors… Until the swarm appeared to stop. The sudden electric buzz of a fluorescent light drew in Artifact’s attention… The door they seemed interested in was on the goddamn ceiling. This had to be some weird trick, Eris sending its little freaks to mess with them further, but… what if it wasn’t?

#((DEAR GOD HI IM SORRY LIFE WAS KICKING MY ASS #((we can so definitely vibe in DMs tho omg!!

The circus is coming to town! But not The Circus, another circus! But not Another Circus, either! :}

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tHe SecREt T h i R d CirCUs :)

PeRHapS yOu sHOuLd BrinG yOuR AcT To mY PLacE oF ResiDenCe? My BuGs WouLD LovE iT!

artifacts-abode

It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

artifacts-abode

Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

artifacts-abode

Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

artifacts-abode

Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

artifacts-abode

"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

artifacts-abode

"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

artifacts-abode

"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

artifacts-abode

Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

artifacts-abode

"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

artifacts-abode

They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

artifacts-abode

"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

artifacts-abode

They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

artifacts-abode

"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

artifacts-abode

Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

artifacts-abode

"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

artifacts-abode

"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

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"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

artifacts-abode

"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

artifacts-abode

"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

artifacts-abode

"Oh yeah sure, really showing how mature you are, great job."

They struggle to their feet, leaning heavily on the wall closest to them and cringing at the sight of their new blood colour(s).

"Thanks ever so much for the well wishes-I'm sorry my what?!?"

If five bajillion bugs suddenly appeared they were going to find a way to wring Eris's neck, creature of the Distortion or no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Another annoying laugh echoes from where Eris once stood, disappearing down the hallway. God, Artifact just knows it’s somewhere, probably watching this and giggling away like it was some game, and… this is getting to be a lot.

A droplet of neon blood falls to the ground, almost in slow motion. It captures their attention for some odd reason as it soaks into the stained arcade-looking carpet… which begins moving. The patterns are moving.

Something twinges painfully behind Artifact’s eyes. Like it’s… trying to get their attention? How the hell do they know that?

artifacts-abode

Oh crap. Crap crappity crap crap crap. Why and how and what was behind their eyes. If it's another bug they're burning this not-place to the ground. They slowly shuffled away from the now-moving carpet, glaring at it. Even the carpet here had the potential for spookiness, absolutely delightful.

"Eris, I swear to the Fears and whatever gods there are if you put a third bug in me I'll pull a Desolation. Don't test me, I'll do it! Stop putting bugs in me!"

Had they...always known what this Distortion's name was? They had, right? Yeah, they probably heard it at some point, or the Eye told them, whatever. They had served the Eye for years, since when did sudden knowledge worry them?

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Either Eris is too far out of earshot or it finally learned to shut up for once. Either way, the carpet patterns are still moving, extending upward into tiny forms.

Goddamnit there are more of those stupid neon Cootie-looking bugs. Great.

The twitching inside Artifact’s mind starts up again, almost as if it’s signaling for them to watch or responding to their outrage. The hovering swarm disperses, a few stray creatures moving a little too close to Artifact… Observing, maybe?

The rest of the swarm forms into something like a loose line, drifting down the hallway before pausing. What the hell are they trying to do?

artifacts-abode

"Hello creepy little bug things born from my blood which isn't concerning at all, how do you intend to kill me?"

This was definitely going in top 10 concerning things they had seen, well, if they got out of Bugland alive. And what the everloving fuck was all the twitching about, if there was a bug in their head they swore...to do something, their good ideas and quick wit must has bled out into some of the bugs. Or their Head Bug ate it.

Wait, what had they been thinking about again? Right, right, glorious vengeance against Eris.

"Look if you're going to do something, just go ahead and do it, I am very tired, very cranky and I'm maybe going to succumb to blood loss in the next hour. Or is the blood loss what you want? Like a reverse flesh hive, instead of bugs in me I make bugs when pieces of me exit?"

Ok so that was a horrible way to explain it. How much had they lost anyway, it was making them stupid. Maybe they should keep their newly gay blood inside their body actually.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

The cluster of neon insects stays in place, and the high-pitched buzzing appears to modulate into something that almost sounds like… an annoyed sigh? It almost has the tone of Eris’ voice, if Eris’ voice was run through a washing machine.

A few of them appear to fly ahead down the hallway, and the rest crowd onto the nearest wall. It’s hard to exactly make out their form against the ugly wallpaper remnants and paint splatters, but it almost looks like an arrow… The damn bugs are turning themselves into neon signs, just as Artifact assumed they’d seen it all.

#tma oc #tma rp #tma oc rp #tw blood #((yeah uh also hi officer this is ALSO not hella late because of Life Stuff #((ignore that lmao

artifacts-abode

It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

artifacts-abode

Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

artifacts-abode

Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

artifacts-abode

Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

artifacts-abode

"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

artifacts-abode

"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

artifacts-abode

"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

artifacts-abode

Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

artifacts-abode

"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

artifacts-abode

They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

artifacts-abode

"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

artifacts-abode

They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

artifacts-abode

"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

artifacts-abode

Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

artifacts-abode

"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

artifacts-abode

"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

artifacts-abode

"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

artifacts-abode

"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

artifacts-abode

"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

artifacts-abode

"Oh yeah sure, really showing how mature you are, great job."

They struggle to their feet, leaning heavily on the wall closest to them and cringing at the sight of their new blood colour(s).

"Thanks ever so much for the well wishes-I'm sorry my what?!?"

If five bajillion bugs suddenly appeared they were going to find a way to wring Eris's neck, creature of the Distortion or no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Another annoying laugh echoes from where Eris once stood, disappearing down the hallway. God, Artifact just knows it’s somewhere, probably watching this and giggling away like it was some game, and… this is getting to be a lot.

A droplet of neon blood falls to the ground, almost in slow motion. It captures their attention for some odd reason as it soaks into the stained arcade-looking carpet… which begins moving. The patterns are moving.

Something twinges painfully behind Artifact’s eyes. Like it’s… trying to get their attention? How the hell do they know that?

artifacts-abode

Oh crap. Crap crappity crap crap crap. Why and how and what was behind their eyes. If it's another bug they're burning this not-place to the ground. They slowly shuffled away from the now-moving carpet, glaring at it. Even the carpet here had the potential for spookiness, absolutely delightful.

"Eris, I swear to the Fears and whatever gods there are if you put a third bug in me I'll pull a Desolation. Don't test me, I'll do it! Stop putting bugs in me!"

Had they...always known what this Distortion's name was? They had, right? Yeah, they probably heard it at some point, or the Eye told them, whatever. They had served the Eye for years, since when did sudden knowledge worry them?

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Either Eris is too far out of earshot or it finally learned to shut up for once. Either way, the carpet patterns are still moving, extending upward into tiny forms.

Goddamnit there are more of those stupid neon Cootie-looking bugs. Great.

The twitching inside Artifact’s mind starts up again, almost as if it’s signaling for them to watch or responding to their outrage. The hovering swarm disperses, a few stray creatures moving a little too close to Artifact… Observing, maybe?

The rest of the swarm forms into something like a loose line, drifting down the hallway before pausing. What the hell are they trying to do?

#((imo EVERYONE knows Eris’ name because at some point their brain will just start screaming it at them #((until they lose braincells :3 #tma oc #tma rp #tma oc rp #eris the distortion

artifacts-abode

It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

artifacts-abode

Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

artifacts-abode

Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

artifacts-abode

Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

artifacts-abode

"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

artifacts-abode

"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

artifacts-abode

"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

artifacts-abode

Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

artifacts-abode

"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

artifacts-abode

They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

artifacts-abode

"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

artifacts-abode

They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

artifacts-abode

"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

artifacts-abode

Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

artifacts-abode

"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

artifacts-abode

"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

artifacts-abode

"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

artifacts-abode

"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

artifacts-abode

"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

artifacts-abode

"Oh yeah sure, really showing how mature you are, great job."

They struggle to their feet, leaning heavily on the wall closest to them and cringing at the sight of their new blood colour(s).

"Thanks ever so much for the well wishes-I'm sorry my what?!?"

If five bajillion bugs suddenly appeared they were going to find a way to wring Eris's neck, creature of the Distortion or no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Another annoying laugh echoes from where Eris once stood, disappearing down the hallway. God, Artifact just knows it’s somewhere, probably watching this and giggling away like it was some game, and… this is getting to be a lot.

A droplet of neon blood falls to the ground, almost in slow motion. It captures their attention for some odd reason as it soaks into the stained arcade-looking carpet… which begins moving. The patterns are moving.

Something twinges painfully behind Artifact’s eyes. Like it’s… trying to get their attention? How the hell do they know that?

#//sorry for the long wait...and the possible badness #<<NOOOO YOU’RE GOOD ISTG :’D #((1 AM writing is something we all do at some point istg #tma oc #tma rp #tma oc rp #tma oc blog #eris the distortion

artifacts-abode

It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

artifacts-abode

Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

artifacts-abode

Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

artifacts-abode

Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

artifacts-abode

"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

artifacts-abode

"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

artifacts-abode

"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

artifacts-abode

Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

artifacts-abode

"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

artifacts-abode

They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

artifacts-abode

"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

artifacts-abode

They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

artifacts-abode

"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

artifacts-abode

Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

artifacts-abode

"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

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"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

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"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

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"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

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"Have you considered that perhaps, massive blood loss and having bugs exit my lungs might maybe make it harder for me to leave? Perhaps? That ever enter your mind? Or maybe the fact that this is still the Twisting Deceit and I don't have access to the Eye to get out of here without losing my mind? I know you're probably insane but I would like to avoid that, despite your best attempts to drag me down with you."

If Eris kept tricking them into its domain, they were actually going to carry a can of Raid around to spray it in the face with. All this bug bullshit was getting irritating.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ALriGhT, fiNe. SuiT YouRSeLf.

It pouts cartoonishly and dramatically turns around, its torso appearing to pivot far before its legs do. In just a few steps, it’s already nothing but a speck at the end of the long hallway.

gOOd LuCk FIndinG YoUR waY OuT!¡ MaYBe yOuR NeW FriEnDS wiLL maKe THemSelVeS UseFuL!¡!!! :)

#((sooooo Artifact vs like 1000000000000 bugges #((or maybe they’re on the same team… Oooooo #tma oc #tma rp #tma oc rp #tma oc blog #tma rp blog #eris the distortion

artifacts-abode

It’s been weeks, or… maybe months since Artifact encountered Eris in its domain. The memory never really faded, and neither did that damn pain in the back of their neck. If anything, it’s becoming more persistent over time.

They could swear they constantly see that thing in their peripheral vision, hear its grating voice in crowds… and every time, that dull pain accompanies the paranoia.

Did it mark them? No, it couldn’t have…

((HIIIIIII IT’S @3ris-d1st0rtionnn BACK AGAIN TO TORMENT YOUUUUU

Artifact lay on their shitty hotel bed with a frozen water bottle under the base of their neck in an attempt to numb it. The pain had come back. Again. It could have been from the liminal-ness that hotels had, some kind of memory of those stupid hallways surging back up as they walked the faded halls to their room, maybe they were imagining it! Maybe it was just some sort of ingrained memory, and their messed up brain had decided to make it real and then permanent. They couldn't possibly have been given another Mark, that would be five! Five was far too many, it was just absurd!

Besides, paranoia was an Eye thing, right? That Eris hated the Eye, it wouldn't Mark them with it. Why would the Spiral have anything to do with paranoia or hearing voices or seeing things that weren't there? Those definitely didn't have anything to do with madness, so they were fine. And they weren't lying to themselves at all.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Within the few hours Artifact had been lying there, the pain somehow transitioned into a migraine. Their ears ring, their vision blurs a bit around the edges, the colors in the ugly carpets and furniture look… a little too vivid.

A sudden shot of pain jolts Artifact back from their disconnected state. It feels like something opened a wound back there… like something… escaped? No, what were they thinking? Why were they thinking that?

A soft clicking noise can be heard from somewhere unseen, too close and too far at the same time. From somewhere outside, a pink-tinted light leaks under their hotel room door.

artifacts-abode

Their head feels like it was filled with cotton and then crushed, but they manage to sit up. It was probably irrational and not real, but they wanted to check the source of the pain, just to be sure. Wouldn't do to get blood on the sheets, they'd probably get charged more.

Artifact numbly lifted a hand to the base of their head. It came back bloody, and they stared at the crimson staining their fingers like it had personally insulted them.

No matter how much they stared, the blood remained infuriatingly real, and the pain remained, until their muddled thoughts decided it was probably a good idea to maybe do something about the blood.

Shakily, they stood. They had been certain their room had a bathroom in the room, but the door wasn't there. It must be in the hall, this must be one of those hotels that made the rooms share one restroom between a few rooms. Why had they come here, they hated hotels like this!

Artifact opened their room's door with one hand, the other supporting them on the wall itself as they tried not to fall. Just clean the wound you somehow got and you'll be fine.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

The hallways outside their room are uncomfortably silent. Everyone must be asleep… God, how late is it? All that can be heard is the fluorescent lights humming overhead, and even that noise sounds disturbingly familiar.

Another droplet of blood trails down Artifact’s neck. It feels strange, as if it’s moving in a direction that gravity just shouldn’t allow for. Is it somehow bleeding sideways?

Among the identical doors in the hotel hallway, one stands out. It’s painted darker, strangely weathered as if it was salvaged from a scrapyard or left to rot outside for a bit.

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Artifact brought their already bloodstained hand to the wound to staunch the bloodflow as they walked to the door. If it looked different, it probably wasn't another hotel room, right? Should they just open it or knock?

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

They realized a few seconds after hearing the shaky voice that it was their voice, and they had, in fact, spoken. Well that was one way to possibly get someone's attention. Surely anyone here wouldn't begrudge helping someone that started bleeding for....some reason. Why were they bleeding again? It didn't matter, they just needed to get the bleeding to stop, clean the wound and then they could wonder about the cause when it stopped hurting.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Nobody responds.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing a short hallway that turns sharply to the left. This has to be the bathroom… but god, it’s built so strange. Probably normal for this cheap hotel though.

The annoying hum overhead sounds louder as Artifact approaches the door. Another drip of blood trails between their fingers, leaving behind an odd, residual sting.

artifacts-abode

Whoever built this place needs to get off the drugs, it's weird

"Helloooo, anyone there? Sorry to wake you but I'm bleeding-" Augh no you idiot you can't just go around announcing you're bleeding, just get in there and solve it yourself.

They walk through the door, clean hand braced against the wall as they curse the..whatever had injured them. What had it been? It had to have been something, the base of your head is not a normal place to get a puncture wound. If their head could just clear, maybe it would all make sense.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Hello?- Damn, are you okay?

A voice cuts through the uncomfortable silence. There’s a fair distance to it, and whoever it is doesn’t seem to be approaching from around that corner. If Artifact didn’t know any better, that voice would sound weirdly familiar… No, it has to be a coincidence.

You should really go see a doctor or something, call 911… Something like that. Who knows what could have gotten into you.

Their wording is odd. Why would they say that? What the hell did that mean?

artifacts-abode

"I don't know how I got hurt, and my phone is, uh-"

Had they left their phone in their room? Maybe they should just turn around and call 911, the mysterious voice was right.

But when they turned, the halls seemed unfamiliar, even though they had barely turned any corners to get here. Where..were they?

"Can you help me? I think something's wrong, my head feels weird and I don't know where I am."

Something was wrong. Just walk back to your room that's definitely still there, you didn't take that many turns, just remember your room number that is....

Shit.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

You sound confused.

The voice sounds weirdly amused for a split second, much to Artifact’s confusion.

Look, maybe you shouldn’t go back… You could get lost, and it’s best to not trust your mind when this kind of thing is happening.

The hallway behind Artifact looks a few inches longer than they thought… God, they really must be out of it.

I… I’ll try to take a look at it, just… follow my voice, okay?

artifacts-abode

"Where are you??" They turn every which way, searching for the source of the voice. "And who are you, what's your name?" Can I trust you? Their mind echoed, one of few clear thoughts they've had since the pain had started.

Something was up, but everything was too hazy to try Seeing, so trusting whoever this was might be their only chance to stop the bleeding and clear their head. Even if it was a really really bad idea.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

Shit, you must really be confused… What do you mean, you don’t remember me?

The hallway turns to the left again… and again. And again. It seems to be built like a loop, but Artifact never feels like they’re entering the same place again.

I swear we’re getting you checked out once you find us.

So the person isn’t alone? Maybe they have help, maybe someone else is present…

artifacts-abode

"Am I supposed to remember you?" Something was familiar, the voice perhaps, but they couldn't put a face to the voice-

They were still bleeding, despite their attempts to stop it, and their head wasn't clearing. The sheer weirdness of this hotel wasn't helping, and Artifact was considering sitting on the tacky floor just to rest for a moment.

"Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

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God, you don’t remember? You know us as a collective.

The voice almost sounds a little irritated now, unsettling Artifact. Do they actually care or not?

I know you can remember if you try hard enough! How about I give you a hint or something…

A bit of wallpaper appears to chip off the wall to Artifact’s right. The material underneath is painted black, covered in random paint splatters and holes.

Have you seen this anywhere? Take your time!

artifacts-abode

Something about it was familiar, the illogical hallways, the voice in the distance, the holes, in fact it was fairly similar to the whole ordeal with Eris a while ago-

Ah.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

The fog still hadn't fully cleared but Artifact really thought they would have figured something like this out sooner, no matter how bad the pain was.

"Seriously, what is your problem, I was literally just trying to sleep! Am I really that fun to bully?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

…yes, aCtuaLLy :)

And there it is. Its fake “normal” tone slips entirely as the hallways morph into something more typical for its domain.

i P r O M i S E tHat’S NOt wHy yOu’Re hERe tHouGh! i’LL HolD tO My WOrd, jUsT tHis ONcE :)

God, that weird verbal smiley it does drives Artifact insane. How is it even doing that? Its painfully distorted form strides around a corner that clearly wasn’t there before, giving Artifact a weirdly… genuine smile. It sure seems giddy over something.

ThiNk oF THis aS a FoLLow-uP! A ChECkuP, mAybE! i CertAinLY SenT yOu oFF oN an I n T E r e s T i N g noTe LAst TimE, aNd I cAn TeLL thIngS aRe… DevELopinG!!¡

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"What the fuck are you talking about. If this is about you possibly marking me you should know it's far from my first one, so it's not really that big of a deal. Or-wait.."

They reach up to the still bleeding wound that is suspiciously exit wound shaped.

"You didn't- Did you put a fucking bUG IN ME!?"

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

maAaaaAaAyBe-

It shrugs, putting on a sheepish expression.

yoU SeeMEd StrEsSEd, AnD i CouLDn’T jUst LeT yOu LEaVe wIthOUt sOmEOnE tO MakE SUre yOu’Re OKay :)

At least it’s not trying to hide the fact that its “excuse” is bullshit. It attempts to hold back a laugh, and on perfect cue, Artifact’s wound pulses with another sharp pain.

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They winced as the pain shot through them.

"Riiiight. So why are you here. The thing... escaped, and I don't exactly feel like a flesh hive. Is it just to gloat? You seem like a gloating type."

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

iT’S doNe iTs PUrpOse :)

Eris giggles to itself, raising its hand as a strange centipede-looking creature crawls out of its jacket sleeve, leaving behind a trail of blood. So that’s the little bastard it put into Artifact.

i ShoULd Say, O n E EscApED. i WaS ConCErnEd yOu’D STarT ShoWinG SymPTomS BefoRE yOu goT HeRe… ThaT WouLDn’T be VerY FuN :)

artifacts-abode

"Ew."

The idea of having that many legs in them is repulsive, and the idea of sitting down is starting to sound good again. Preferably before passing out becomes an option.

"The hell you mean, symptoms. If you put more than one of those bastards in me I will find a way to kill you!"

It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but Artifact wants some semblance of control after everything that's happened.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, “ i “ DidN’T. NoT IntEntIonAllY :)

The hallway they’re in appears to tilt violently if Artifact looks far enough into the distance. The patterns in the walls and floor are moving again. Yaaay.

Just before Artifact feels the need to sit down again, another shot of pain causes their knees to buckle. The feeling has seemingly migrated from their neck to somewhere in their chest.

oH DeaR :)

Eris takes a step back, smiling widely. God, why does it have that many teeth?

artifacts-abode

They cry out in pain, barely catching themselves on their arms as they topple to the floor.

"What-what did you do!?"

It was all wrong, the pain was so bad it felt like they couldn't breathe, a problem they hadn't had since they began serving the Buried. There had to be another of those little leggy bastards in them, and they had to get rid of it, now, before it's too late

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

hMm? i DidN’T dO AnyThinG :)

It tilts its head, its vision burning holes through Artifact. It’s like it’s staring right into their soul.

mY HivE iS ITs Own AutOnOMouS EntIty, tHEy hAvE FreE WiLL! i Can’T TeLL tHem wHAt tO Do :)

Something’s under their skin. They can feel it, burning, twisting, trying to tear itself free.

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"Well take it back! Get it out, I don't want them!"

They curl up on the ground, shaking as the pain from before they entered these halls again goes through their body.

"Get it outGetitoutgetitout-"

Artifact is clearly not in a good state, all this time they had blissfully disregarded any signs of something wrong, but the pain and the sight of one of the creatures that had previously been in their body was impossible to ignore. The psychological fear of the bugs, of the threat of becoming a flesh hive, was almost worse than the agony of having one in your body.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

weLL, tHat’S NoT ReaLLy On mE nOw, iS It? :)

It stares at Artifact expectantly, practically vibrating with… excitement? And quite literally so, its form is starting to jolt and blur around the edges.

Something twitches under Artifact’s skin. It wants out just as much as they do.

iT’S eiTheR tHiS oR LeTTinG The HallWaYs tAKe oVEr, aNd I waNt tHIs tO Be a LiTTle mOrE excItiNg :)

artifacts-abode

Somehow, the pain gets worse. It's moving now, and despite the fact the Eye shouldn't even be able to reach them here, they Know what the creature is doing.

It's in their chest, and now it's ready to leave.

A mixture of revulsion and fear passes through them as the skin breaks open. It's such a small gap between the clavicle and the throat, but it's still enough for the insect to painstakingly claw its way out.

Artifact weakly moves their head away from their chest as the old threat to blind them rings in their ears. The level of control Eris has over its swarm is not something they wish to test while weakened nor with their eyes in such close proximity to the creature tearing them open.

Unfortunately the movement has the unforeseen side effect of tearing the new wound further and they black out, coming back to themselves with the creature free of their body, an even newer bleeding wound, a raw throat, likely from screaming, and a wet face, from either blood or tears. Perhaps a mixture of both.

And yet despite it all, Artifact is relieved. They aren't a flesh hive, they don't hear the song of Rot in their ringing ears. If they weren't truly marked before they certainly are now, and yet the Corruption has not fully taken them.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

As Artifact comes to, they can just make out Eris’ form hovering over them. Is their vision blurry, or is it blurry? They can’t tell in the slightest.

The wound on their chest pulses with a dulled, yet persistent pain. Just imagining the state of it makes them feel nauseous, but as they look down at the stained carpet, they notice something unsettling.

The liquid pooling under them isn’t blood.

It’s something like liquid technicolor. Something that constantly shifts and cycles through color and texture. Something crawling with tiny neon insects.

oH DEar… I ThoUgHt yOu WOulDn’T WakE uP FrOm ThaT!¡ iT’s nOT a foRgiVinG phAsE tO EntEr :’)

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"W-what-"

They try to push themselves up to a seated position and their arms give out again. Fine. They'll just stay here on the floor then.

"What are you talking about, why does my- why does it look like that!?" They gagged, closing their eyes just to avoid looking at the facsimile of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Artifact would hug themselves if it wouldn't be pathetic. They can be pathetic when they get back to normalcy, because they are absolutely going to get out of here and they're going to be fine, maybe they'll just find some dirt and-no not burrow just...dig into it. Nothing bug related. Or burrowing, they're actually going to scrub that word from their vocabulary for a bit. Maybe they'll go visit their friend instead, hide under fifty weighted blankets and talk about random stuff with him until they both pass out. And maybe let him open all the doors for awhile.

Snapping back to the present, Artifact realizes they've been zoning out and in the process, slowly curling back in on themselves. Great, good job on the not looking pathetic there. You probably look like a kicked puppy. A psychedelic coloured kicked puppy.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiD WHat WaS NecEssaRy :)

It shrugs, leaning on the wall. “Leaning” may be a generous term, though… Half of its body is bisecting the architecture.

oH, DOn’T TeLL uS You’Re nOt HavinG a GoOd TImE! i WeNt oUT oF My waY To InvItE yOU BacK, aNd THis iS HoW You ResPonD?¿ :’)

Its tone is nearly impossible to decipher, but it doesn’t exactly sound like it’s taking this seriously. After a few minutes it rolls its eyes sarcastically, pulling Artifact off the ground. Being in contact with it feels like their limbs are falling asleep… How unpleasant.

artifacts-abode

"Nothing about this was necessary. Whatever made you think I wanted to come back to this mind melting hellscape!? You put creepy bug things in my lungs!!! No I'm not having a good time!"

Ugh, they didn't want it touching them, but they also didn't think their legs would support them for long. Maybe they could kick it in the knees....no that wouldn't work. Dammit. Made them wish they had a lighter.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

i DiDn’T puT THeM TheRe :)

There it goes again with its weird pedantic… sarcasm? Explanations? Whatever it’s aiming for?

nOw PLeaSe, Don’T Go CoLLapSinG oN Me! OnE oF My WanDerERs GoT TraPpeD iN The GeoMetRy LasT WeeK ANd i Can’T hAVe tHaT hAppEnINg aGaiN!

Artifact can’t exactly see much of it from their position, but it feels like it has one extra arm? No, there are only two. Is it even holding them up, or are they just floating in space? They can barely concentrate on anything.

More doors have appeared on the walls, more than Artifact remembers. Doos leading into more doors leading into hallways that warp in on themselves into more doors.

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"You pedantic little shit."

They make the likely unwise decision to ignore the increasingly ominous doors and madness trying to once again ensnare them and instead indulge in one of their favourite hobbies, complaining.

"Well sorry but some of us have corporal forms that don't particularly enjoy having centipedes in our lungs. You may have Yogsothoth's preferred body but I'm stuck with holes in me and my blood turning into a pride parade, so if I want to collapse I'll damn well do it. If you're so concerned about my health maybe you shouldn't have put BUGS IN ME and then brought me back into the Funhouse Mirror but Also Worms Edition dimension! And since when did you care if I collapsed anyway, is it just because it's less fun?! Can't make me scared for my life if I'm too busy bleeding out on the floor? I've been dealing with your dumbass paranoia, which is supposed to be Eye by the way, for literal months, was that just not enough fear for you?? What, you still hungry? I'm not your fucking fear generator, bug phobia or not."

That was....more than they had intended to say. Blood loss was a hell of a drug, apparently.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

ANd yOu CaLL M e PedAntIc?¿ Oh, DOn’T MakE mE LauGh :)

Eris’ form appears to dissolve behind Artifact somehow, sending them collapsing back down to the ground. It feels like a much longer fall than it should have been, and the floor is almost angling itself backwards…? Forwards?

weLL, yOu CAn’T ComPlaIN ThaT i LeT gO Of yOu :)

The patterns on the wallpaper shift and extend outward, taking on the creature’s form once again. What the hell is it gaining from this? Maybe it’s just showing off in some bizarre way… Typical Eris.

o R ExpECt mE To AnSweR YouR QueStiOnS. THis PlaCe TenDS tO Do thAt tO PeoPLe, yOu KNow!

artifacts-abode

"Personally I think that being of the Eye gives me the right to be pedantic, you're just annoying."

On one hand, they were happy Eris let go of them, and even happier their arms didn't give out, letting them actually sit instead of collapsing on the floor again. On the other hand, Eris was still there and being weird, which meant everything was awful and they needed a break from all the eyestrain and nonsense, a break they knew they would not get.

"They were rhetorical questions, I may be stupid but I'm not dumb enough to expect you to ever make any sense. And tends to do what, make them cranky? Cause it's really succeeding with me, you're doing a great job."

Should they maybe stop sassing the thing that basically holds their life on the line? Yeah, probably. Are they going to stop? Fuck no.

3ris-d1st0rtionnn

noTHinG’s StoPpiNg yOu FroM LeAVinG, yoU KnOw. i Don’T SHarE mY DomAIn SpacE :)

Even if that was the case, how the hell would Artifact know which door lead out of this damn place? Or whether it was telling the truth… or how they’d get all these damn bugs and glowstick juice out of their body.

iT’S nOt LikE i’M TryInG tO MakE THis Any HArdEr fOr YOu, SiLLy!¡! yoU ShoUld R e a L L y LeaRn tO CatCh oN, bEinG doUbLe-MaRkED aNd aLL tHaT.

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