ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIMAGINED BY EURYDICE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤINDEPENDENT. | SELECTIVE. | PRIVATE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOGITO ERGO SUM.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHIS ACCOUNT IS 21+, DUE TO MATURE THEMES PRESENT.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSUCH THEMES, WILL INCLUDE ; BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, BODY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHORROR, LIMINAL HORROR, && MORE. AS THESE THEMES
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤARE ADULT, WILL BE TAGHGED ACCORDINGLY. IT IS ADVISED
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ YOU INTERACT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
he didn't care too much about how he got pulled to this place. that didn't matter so much as how he would be able to leave - and some part of him was sure it wouldn't be as simple as ripping open new gate..
..as much as he wanted to at least try.
a hand raised, a finger extended, and the dead man's eyes narrowed slightly. there was no way it was that easy, was it? he should be able to feel the noise of the living world through there if it was, right?
he stared in silence for a few moments, then briefly eyed the thing pointing him in that direction before clicking his tongue and turning to walk to the doorway, but pausing before stepping through. "..This ain't the way out, is it? This probably leads deeper into this damned mess, somehow."
it definitely looked like the outdoors.. but it didn't feel right.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt did not have an answer, that the ARRANCAR WOULD PREFER !
Yes ; it was a way out, but it was not a promised ESCAPE. The Maw, was an entity all its' own. An unknown, temporal area that moved and rearranged to its' desire, it kept CAPTIVE who it wished to keep captive, and it did not RELEASE THOSE, FOOLISH ENOUGH TO COME HERE. Be it by choice, or ... Well. Isaak certainly operated, of its' own accord.
It's laughter is a husked, wheezing sort of chitter, soft. Low. It follows him, a GANGLY SHADOW at his back. It stops, only short of where Grimmjow has stopped, before gesturing once more to the door. It had no reason to LIE, found no purpose for the cruel act of dishonesty.
ㅤblunt end of the bat collides with the window with a shattering, satisfying crash. glass shards go flying, plinking and clattering against the concrete beneath their boots, and byan can't help but giggle with a giddiness that doesn't suit the scene. maybe it's the alcohol they've ingested a little too much of, or the lightness that comes with finally releasing pent up anger that can't be taken out on that which caused it — whatever it is, it gives them an intoxicating feeling of freedom that brings forth a sort of euphoria they so rarely get to feel.
ㅤ—and it all comes crashing down too easily the moment they find themself interrupted.
it's weird, the way the voice sounds like it's glitching out, but byan doesn't put much attention to it. too focused on rolling their eyes and bringing the bat back up to rest upon their shoulder, the warning goes unheeded.
ㅤㅤ" oh, shut the f— "ㅤirritable exasperation dies in their throat as they turn on their heel to find no human figure in the dim of the alley. —or, maybe it is a human shape, just... elongated and held at uncanny angles. an icy chill runs down byan's spine as, slowly, their gaze rises for what feels like far too long... and they find themself peering up at two sets of big, freaky, soulless eyes.
and before they can think better of it, they swing their bat again.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt watches, as muscles tense.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Move, thereafter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBats' strike, ought to be surprising. It ought to HURT.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHowever ; those it would hurt, were things nature designed.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThings of flesh, sinew, blood and BONE.
Gnarled digits wrap ' round weapon's heft, EXEMPLARY STRENGTH hardly needed to yank it free of a CHILD'S GRIP. Its' laughter comes as a chitter, akin to an insects' buzz, that sound of SUMMER SUNSETS. Joints, ligaments alike POP in distress as it moves, bending down at the HIPS too swiftly for any human - thing to do.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ OH -H ... THA- THA - THAT WASN'T
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ NI- NI - NICE -E -E. ❞
Bat is thrown to the side, a further step taken forward, bare feet feather - light along SHATTERED GLASS. It does not bleed, it does not breathe, it does not FEAR, IT DOES NOT FEEL ! Twitching fingers reach, SNATCH them by the collar of their shirt, pulling them close. Dark eyes, that glint no light, that have utter nothingness in their depths, affix to them. All four.
It does not scream : It does not lurch forward and sink SHOWCASED TEETH, into them, no. It's giving them a chance. A SINGULAR CHANCE, to display why they ought to be spared. Ears wiggle, and its' head tilts too - far to the side, smile widening.
that one au that we talked about that i'm finally writing a starter for / @analogfriend
and it's the sort of cry that is heartbreaking, coming from a child. the kind that sends tremors down the body from the force of keeping grief at bay. tears that are silent, not because he wants them to be ; but because they have to be, because if his mother heard his sobs, he's sure it'll only make her feel worse. it's a certain kind of sadness, a type of exhaustion that, at only six years old, he shouldn't be feeling. but this has been eito's normal for as long as he could remember ━━━ so long now had it been, that he doesn't consider the possibility that things could be different.
he tells himself that she doesn't mean to do it ; to avoid looking at him for too long, to break down whenever he smiles ( a smile, she's said in a loving tone, and one of disdain, is far too similar to his father's own ) to be so caught up in her feelings that young eito and his sister, were nothing more than after thoughts.
mommy loves me, i know she does ! she tells me all the time ! she just . . . gets sad sometimes when she looks at me.
love, in his eyes, was something that brought with it, pain. the two went hand in hand ; and the young boy knew that he loved his mother, or why else would he feel so sad ?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTo erupt, from the MUCK, of nonexistence ?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhat was it, to be, so suddenly ?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ And, to be nothing at all ?
There is, to it, ONE GOAL : Protect. Comfort. KEEP SAFE. In whatever way, that would come to be necessary. From the NOTHING, does it claw itself from, elongated, jagged and WRETCHED form, twisting and creaking, groaning and popping. Yet, with hands so gaunt, is it so gentle.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBy all logic, by all DESIGN, it should be monstrous.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBut, instead of maim the young boy, in one fell swoop,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤit simply bends. It bends, and scoops and moves.
When it does move, it is against the wall, so that little Eito may rest in its' bony lap, arms tight 'round him, but not SUFFOCATING. Not so tight, as to bring harm. Protect. Comfort. KEEP SAFE. Spindly fingers move through his hair softly, its' pale visage reflecting wide smile back at the young boy. A single finger moves, slowly to coax tear away, warm and ... warm and - A sensation it did not know ; warm though, against its' skin.
It does not know, entirely, what to do with itself. It follows the sensation in its' stomach, and only that, cheek pressing to crown of darkened hair as it shifts position.
he wasn't known for his hubris and yet still there he was returning to the mall ( that word felt wrong, perhaps another "m" word fit better? ) he held the camera close to his body, filming carefully as he walked through the empty corridors.
he jumped.
HALT. YOU ARE TRESPASSING.
he flinched, dropping the camcorder and covering his ears. his heart thunked in his chest, beating as if it was being ripped out.
when he removed his hands from his ears, bending down to grab the camcorder, he heard it, that static filled laughter echoing through the hallways of the maw ( it felt like a mouth, a gateway to something unknown ). he pointed his camera toward the shadows, looking not into the shadows himself but into the cameras viewfinder. he doesn't notice the glow of eyes in the distance but he does notice that his screen is going fuzzy, glitching out almost.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEyes, a set of four, glimmer and glint, in the lowlight.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStatuesque, as he continues to fumble with WRETCHED
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤrecording device.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt points, in Isaak's direction, and it need not LIFT A FINGER,
ㅤㅤㅤto disrupt it. However, that did not SPARE the creature, mounting agitaion.
Out, from the shadows it would step, gaunt form twisted, and too angular in some ways, to be comprehensibly HUMAN. Even once human. Joints creak, and ligaments protest as it moves, low chittering emitted from 'tween its' TEETH. In that glowing, almost ambient light of The Maw, it stands, gaze SNAPPING to its' unexpected guest.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ UH - OH - OH - OH ... ❞
Something childlike, comes from its' throat ; taken and mimicked, as if it were some perverse, FOUL form of parrot. This one, it had come to recognize ; for once too many times, had he travelled down into this place, permitted to escape without a SECOND'S hesitation. He could easily expose The Maw, yes. But, would that be to anyones' benefit ?
he didn't flinch, or even lean away, sharp blue eyes locked onto the thing before him. he didn't know what it was or what it wanted, but clearly, it seemed sure he wouldn't be leaving any time soon.. a sentiment he did not share.
"..No, this ain't home. I was leaving my home to visit somewhere else." not that he really considered las noches home, but it was more of a home than any other place he frequented. this place, though..
"...And it's Grimmjow. Not friend." he didn't consider anyone a friend, or even an ally, though there were quite a few who seemed to feel otherwise, much to his annoyance. he hoped this would not be another.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUNFRIENDLY ; albeit, not hostile ...
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA name, given freely. Grimmjow. Strange.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Never something its' heard before.
It wonders, just WHERE this friend had been headed. How it was so easily ABLE, to yank him from his traversal, and place him in The Maw. Why it could sense, that there was something - someone - in the air above.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBut, oh, does it recall that orange - crowned boy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis kindness, his heart, shown to beat and bleed before the entity.
Withered digit, slowly extends outward, toward DOOR. Oh, it led, to the outside ... BUT GRIMMJOW, MAY VERY WELL NEVER SEE HIS DESTINATION ! The Park, was vast and crowded ; with REMAINS, but too, nothing, at all. The isolation tended to drive those who found themselves there mad.
This place is strange. It feels wrong and right within the same breath; there is silence, the stars do not scream in horror, yet she can hear the whispers of shadows, signaling an inescapable dread. Its existence is an error, a rip in time and space that is dangerous, yet to her, it is a comfort. There is relief in standing beside something that should not exist, an eerie serenity in a place the divine dare not touch.
“Hello?” Ophelia calls out to nothing. And then there is something.
She feels it before she sees the form, her head turning toward Isaak. She does not scream; her expression does not fracture into surprise or disgust. When they take hold of her, she does not resist. She stumbles at the pull, but steadies herself just as quickly, gaze drifting to the door they indicate.
“Where are we going?” There is no fear in her voice, no real worry. “Do you want me to go first?” she asks, turning back to face Isaak, her eyes tracing the lines of its face with searching curiosity. Was this place their doing?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVexation, INVISIBLE ; for, it could do naught, but GRIN.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt does not yet speak. It has no reason, to do so.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt, instead, walks.
This woman, soft of nature, and KIND APPARENT ... did not deserve to be in this HELL. No, she, who reminded it so STRONGLY OF LAUREL, deserved a second chance. Silently, does it plead with The Maw, DO NOT KEEP HER HERE ... but it knows well, that the will of this place was its' own. Were she to survive ... she'd need a guide. While the REMAINS, of the outside were harmless in most instances, they were a fright to look upon. Hollow - faced creatures, forever screaming out, in their agony.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt only pauses, when she asks if she, were to go first.
ㅤㅤ❝ SA - SAFE ... WITH ISAA - AA - AA - AAK ... ❞
The stairs, that led to this place, had LIKELY SHIFTED ; they no longer led to the surface ( though, it is not sure that was the means, by which she entered, ) and were likely COLLAPSED IN. Wiry arm comes, to push open door to the Park ; and shining, are those lights. They flicker and dance, against a darkened sky, no stars visible under the lights' pollution. They never were. Exhale, is soft ; something, of irritation.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ S - S - SCARY ... HERE ...
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤCLOSE ... TO I - I - I - ISAA - AAK ... ❞
ㅤㅤ Softly, does music begin to drone, as the Amusement Park springs to life.
THE MAW, ( called too, THE MALL, ) is a relatively expansive structure. While its' origins are almost entirely unknown, it has existed for a great deal of time ─ LONGER, than Isaak itself has. There are SELECT, NOTABLE AREAS, TO THE MAW : The Public Levels ( Main Floor / Upstairs Floor ) , The Concourse ( Underground ), The Amusement Park ( "Outside" ), The Waterpark & ████ 's room. ONE BY ONE, WE WILL VISIT THESE PLACES, AND DETAIL THEM FURTHER.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAll examples of these locations, are pulled from PINTEREST.
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ㅤㅤㅤ THE MAW : PUBLIC LEVELS.
LOCATED, AT THE END OF A LONG STAIRCASE, there are TWO, PUBLIC LEVELS TO THE MAW : The MAIN FLOOR, and UPSTAIRS, called too, the First and Second Floors. Within the first floor, lies the FOUNTAIN at the center of the structure, the FOOD COURT, the CHILDRENS' PLAY AREA, and the escalators to and from the UNDERGROUND CONCOURSE. There are a variety of stores on this level, more generally low - cost to medium cost locations ( Think Carter's for children, GAP, Spencer's, Hot - Topic, and various food places such as Auntie Anne's, Cinnabon, etc. ) while UPSTAIRS WILL HOUSE MORE EXPENSIVE STORES ( such as Apple, Coach, and Swarovski ). These two locations are the most normal seeming areas of THE MAW, despite being empty. They look as if a Mall is pre - opening, or freshly closed. There are mannequins in windows and product in stores ; including food, though often the food itself is unprepared. At the NORTH END OF THE MALL, lies a SEARS, the South, a MACY'S, and to the west, is THE WATER PARK. Larger department stores also have two levels, that are divided into sections such as clothing and appliances at the bottom, while housewares and furnishings will be on the top floor. It is because of the appearance to the Public Eye, The Maw is called THE MALL. A snapshot, of an earlier time, almost entirely untouched by time. It can either be very brightly lit, with music softly playing ( also concurrent with the time ) or rather dark and foreboding ; silent.
ㅤㅤㅤTHE MAW : THE CONCOURSE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ& THE ROOM.
To the EAST, of the public levels, near the doors to the 'outside' are ESCALATORS INTO PITCH DARKNESS : These are the escalators ( to and from ) that carry one to The Concourse. In general terms, the Concourse is where larger places lie ; such as The Mall's move theatre, and staffing and sanitation areas. While the theater is rather large, is is INORDINATE to the size of The Concourse. This area, with meandering, winding hallways, is closest to a BACKROOMS LOCATION, and once lost within it, is nearly impossible to escape. However, if one is UNLUCKY ENOUGH, within The Concourse, THEY WILL STUMBLE UPON A ROOM.
THIS, IS █████'S ROOM, OR, THE CHILD'S ROOM. This room, which is extremely difficult to find, is an exact reflection & replica, of the room of the child that CREATED ISAAK : as such, the creature is not only incredibly avoidant of it, but EXTREMELY TERRITORIAL. This room, is every pure and innocent memory it has left; everything it no longer is. When entering, even if Isaak was JUST SEEN or escaped, it is not uncommon to find it here, when crossing the threshold. It will often emerge from UNDER THE BED, or from WITHIN THE CLOSET, and swiftly dispatch those that enter this place. THIS ROOM IS NOT A SAFE HAVEN : IT IS A DEATH SENTENCE.
ㅤTHE MAW : THE AMUSEMENT PARK.
THE LARGEST LOCATION BY FAR, The Amusement Park, is located outside, to the EAST of The Maw. One, seeing doors, would think it is an escape, but it merely an elongated LIMINAL ZONE, that is just as confusing as The Concourse : However, it is infinitely more dangerous. Despite the flicker of neon light, and the smell of freshly popped popcorn, this location HOUSES OTHER CREATURES. Similar to " Shadow - People, " These creatures, called REMAINS, will linger in the corner of ones' vision. Much like Isaak, the usage of fear to wear prey down is the primary means of hunting. REMAINS, ARE NOT MASSIVE IN NUMBER, however, and are more common near rides and stands. Games, are too loud, and something of a detest to them. The rides, will include things like THE ZIPPER, THE COMET, THE CAROUSEL, SWINGS, AND THE TILT - A - WHIRL, along with much more. Food included, will be objects like FRIED BUTTER, FUNNEL CAKE, CORN AND HOT DOGS, and other Fair - Friendly foods. The rides, here, can be climbed and utilized ; however, without a body to start and stop them, it IS NOT ADVISED. Once on, it may be difficult to get off of them. THIS ZONE IS THE SECOND - MOST DIFFICULT TO LEAVE, DUE TO ITS' SIZE.
ㅤㅤㅤTHE MAW : THE WATER PARK.
Returning to THE PUBLIC AREA OF THE MAW, the western wing is ENTIRELY DEVOTED, to the WATER PARK. This place, is by far, the most self - explanatory, and simplistic. IT IS ALSO THE SAFEST PLACE IN THE MAW. Why, one may ask ? Simple : ISAAK, DETESTS WATER, AND IS IN FACT, HYDROPHOBIC. It cannot swim, and sinks like a stone - and though it does not need to breathe, as humans do, it does not like the pressure change. THE WATER PARK, will feature such things as : A SPLASH PAD, LAZY RIVER, AND SLIDES. One is able to utilize these attractions, and the water is ( surprisingly ) relatively clean : ONLY THE POOLS, WILL SUFFER STILLWATER, AND SHOULD NOT BE USED.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThose, who would ESCAPE The Maw, sought never to return.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThey were not so hubristic, as to THINK THEMSELVES BRAVE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd, then ... there was this one.
For a time, it had watched, from the shadows. In his hand, ALWAYS, some sort of recording device. Old. FAMILIAR. The sort, that old - VHS tapes would be recorded on. He was cataloging The Maw. Even it, was smart enough to DISCERN SO. In the shadows, it would linger. Unseen. UNSENSED ?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLikely not.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt stills, as speaker screeches.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHALT.
ㅤㅤYOU ARE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEXIT IMMEDIATELY.
So, even The Maw, knew. It titters softly, static - laden laughter echoing through the empty, of mall hallways. From its' place, does it emerge, footfall SILENT. Head tips ; cants. A hound, curious, but FROTHING to chase the rabbit in its' sights.
𝐎𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓. fantastic. absolutely divine. the thing doesn’t need help !! that’s a fantastic sign that verso can turn right the hell around and LEAVE. should he stay and investigate ?? probably !! the gods might thank him for either figuring out what this thing is or leaving it to its own devices (let it come up to the surface and try to kick-start a silly-goofy apocalypse or whatever the hell in a few years, someone ELSE can deal with it then). honestly ?? he doesn’t care !! the second it steps closer and towers over him, the moment the chittering registers and the collage of its voice notes the weather, verso is MORE THAN READY to high-tail it out of there.
just because he’s survived hell doesn’t mean he’s willing to tango with WHATEVER this thing is. he likes an easy life, after all, and - beyond the no-doubt horror of its existence - this thing seems like a lot of paperwork WAITING to happen.
… but.
the laughter of children. the strange gentleness with which it reaches out, then pulls its hand back. the fact that its head cants like a wanting animal rather than something that might see fit to kill him on a moment’s notice.
goddamnit, verso thinks, goddamnit, goddamnit, goddamnit.
❝ nasty weather - ah, yeah, i’m a little sparky. ❞ he waves his hand, and a few small sparks jump off from his digits in the world’s most tense magic show. ❝ don’t worry, i won’t shock you or anything. as for those things, ❞ he nods to his blades, to the sheathed pieces of divine metal which vibrate and tremble by his side, ITCHING for a brawl of their own. ❝ those are my swords. i’m not gonna use them either, mostly ‘cause they’re loud as hell and… well, you’re not gonna hurt me, are you ?? you don’t look that scary. ❞ he lies. he LIES like a rat bastard. the creature is horrifying to look at, demeanor cast aside.
verso’s gaze struggles to leave what he’s tentatively deciding to call The Thing, and moves to the general walls of the area around him. a shame that he didn’t live through the peak of the mall’s era as a hotspot for socialization; nowadays the ones he sees are too pristine for his liking, frequented by people who only go there to buy things and not simply hang out (as he’s told they once did).
❝ do you live down here ?? ❞ verso asks, returning his attention to The Thing. ❝ do you have a name, actually ?? ‘cause i gotta know what to call you. ❞ he taps his finger against his chest. ❝ i’m verso. ❞
giving my name to something that might be an eldritch horror is not the smartest move, verso thinks, fuck, what’s that one joke? risks, bad at math…?
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFor the FIRST TIME in its' long ( TOO, TOO LONG ! )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlife, it's entranced. Sparks glimmer, and fly ; but they do
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ not come to harm it. It does not even glimpse pain.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( Could it, anyway ? )
Lower eyes shift upward, followed by PRIMARY SET : You're not going to hurt me, are you ? It doesn't reply. It's grin, only grows. Perhaps, that was telling IN ITSELF ; perhaps, it wasn't. Time, would surely tell. The compulsion, at least, to sink TEETH into supple flesh did not beat so loudly like a HEART within it. No, something had replaced it, this time.
VERSO. His name, is Verso. Isaak's finger reaches, claw prodding into the fabric of the others' tunic. ❝ V - VER - VERSO - SO - SO ... ❞ A stranger name, than those it'd encountered prior. Though, the name JOHN DOE, HAD GROWN TIRING. As had Jane. It could not be helped though :
ㅤㅤㅤIt left them so mangled, that mystery was all that remained to those bodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNot even TEETH, could identify who they were, once.
When hand draws away, and places itself at black - clad chest, voice that SOUNDS, is ... unique to it. A rasped, layered sort of whisper. The sort that humans would FEAR, sounding in the dark. The suggestion of something, entirely inhuman. OF SOMETHING, ALWAYS WATCHING.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ISA - ISAA - AA - AAK ... ❞
ㅤ A meaning, too apt : HE, WHO LAUGHS.
Its' posture shifts, as it stands upright, head tipping to CEILING. Do you live down here ? It could not blame any, who did not see it APPARENT. There was no place, more FIT for something such as this, to inhabit. A relationship so MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL, would not come anywhere else. A safeguard, a place to HIDE with food self - provided in exchange for keeping the location SAFE ? Despite what others would THINK of its' intellect ; it wasn't stupid.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ ... YES ... ❞
Articulate, it was not ; not of its' own nature. It was, once ; but so many years, of complete isolation and naught but frightened screams and CURSES directed toward it, left it bereft of a speaking partner. Left it, to regress. Where it was once MORE DOCILE, now, it was something of a fright. A terror, a danger, to mankind. Better cooped up in The Maw, than LET FREE ... AND THE MAW, KNEW SO !
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE. ❞
A phrase, complete. A voice, borrowed.
While it had NO intent of becoming aggressive ...
In a matter of time, IT MAY NOT MATTER.
This place ... had a habit, of trapping people.
And without food or water ?
@babiibats ── Demons and Eldridge beings are among Alucard's closest confidants ; thus, merely a second glance is taken to find poise. ❛ You look like a man of TASTE. ❜ The smell of blood is as sweet as apple pie to the undead ; this one smelt of it, be it old among rot and decay. ❛ Do you eat them dead or alive? Apologies, you could just be a thing of sport. ❜
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤINHUMAN, IN ALL WAYS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNot it, itself - albeit, true, in observation - but its' guest.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThere is a certain WARINESS, in its' gaze, but the grin remains.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDO YOU EAT THEM DEAD, OR ALIVE ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Query, gives it PAUSE : not to think 'pon its' habits,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ but to digest that a being would ask.
It was not unnatural, nor uncommon, for beings to hold a certain amount of FEAR for it. Its' uncanny appearance and twisted, GAUNT FORM, would dredge horror from even the heartiest of men. But, now it stands, vexed ; though, perhaps not visibly so. When it comes to speak, it is not the oft layered cacophony of TOO MANY VOICES, but instead, a rasped whisper, sole.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ AL - AL - ALIVE - IVE - IVE ... ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFor, a pulsing heart, and surging adrenaline
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ made the flesh, that much sweeter.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤAs stated prior : THE STRONGEST TULPAS,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOME FROM CHILDREN.
However : generally, their strength comes from emotion that humans would consider negative. Loneliness, fear, desire to be protected ... ALL OF THESE, will aid in creating an imaginary friend, as they are dubbed. Some, are made to protect the child. Others, to keep them company.
ㅤㅤ ISAAK, WAS CREATED FOR BOTH.
Isaak's child, was a young boy ( aged 5 ) by the name of THOMAS RAMIREZ. He, as an infant, had been abandoned - and was later adopted by those we came to know as his PARENTS, primarily at the behest of LAUREL, who was infertile and could not conceive naturally. Without ANY SIBLINGS, Thomas was relatively lonely. Originally, it was this loneliness that would BRING ISAAK INTO EXISTENCE, albeit in a way that was non-tangible. This, means that despite his efforts, THOMAS COULD NOT TOUCH ISAAK.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt was only when his father began his long, abusive reign, that
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIsaak was further manifested into our world, as something solid,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtangible and real.
The boy, himself, was much like his mother - wherein he was very kind, sweet and loving, despite it all. However, his yearning for comfort, had unwittingly brought one of the most devastating, cruel predators into this world. Though ISAAK IS CRUEL, there should be notice, that it DOES NOT HARM CHILDREN : and this, is because of Thomas. During their time together, Isaak - while still frightening, visually ( a purposeful act ) - would often cradle young Thomas in its' arms, hold tea - parties, and did its' best to communicate in the ways it had come to learn how. Because of this rounded, sort of soft nature to the creature, Thomas came to rely very heavily on it.
ㅤIsaak, was the last thing seen before his
ㅤ death, at the chilly grasp of sickness.
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there's a chill in the air, something causing a shiver to run down his spine. it's not a usual feeling for yu-jin, often surrounded by warmth and sunshine, now seemingly clung to by clouds creating an overcast area around him.
what was he meant to do with this feeling ?
eyes dart here and there, wanting to try and spot whatever it was that was causing the feeling. but nothing seemed to jump out at him, nothing seemed to be labeled terrifying.
finally, he pauses in his walk, hands rubbing at arms to try and warm him where the chill seems to settle in his bones.
' ...hello ? '
' who's there ? '
he only hopes whoever it is doesn't notice the shake in his voice.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAlways, did those queries come,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWHO'S THERE ? WHAT DO YOU WANT ?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSuch a strange idea : to want.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ For it, HUNTING was a compulsion.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A quiet, nagging thought, only to be
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ quelled, when its' hands were stained
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ with the sweetest of crimson blood.
FOLIAGE, hides it well ; but not well enough. Crown of white, can be glimpsed through those leaves, cascade of it coming into full VIEW as it steps 'neath halo of streetlamps' light. There, it would stand, bent. Crooked. WRONG. It does not whisper to him, nor find its' influence upon him. No, not yet. It'd give him the chance to RUN. Fear, induced by what could be, was greater than a fear IMPOSED.
Either way, this poor soul spun it, HE LOST.
If he stood still. If he ran. His life, would end
tonight, either way. Perhaps, it would be best
to at least put up a fight. GIVE IT A REASON,
TO MAKEIS SWIFT.
