He knew that look. That movie was evidently a thing wherever she came from. Interesting. And it had obviously terrified her. Even better, but a little strange she would so easily believe him (not that he would even for a second hesitate to prove his claim, claws weren’t all he had in his arsenal).
Pacing a little now, then pausing. “You know. I’d say that’s ridiculous. That a cheesy 80′s horror movie villain can’t exist. But I mean.” He spread his hands, then, pale, too pale. His shoulders gave an unsettling ripple. Like melting black tallow. “That’d be the pot calling the kettle black, because The Thing ain’t supposed to exist either.”
And that smile. Those teeth. Too many, too sharp, too much.
“Pleasure to meet you, Nancy. You can call me Mercer.” He wouldn’t use the callsign for once.
CHEESY 80S HORROR MOVIE VILLAIN ? nancy frowns. for her, that archetype doesn’t even exist yet, but it’s her reality. she believes the man when he mentions the thing though because really, it would be just typical. nancy just seems to be a danger magnet. the man ( creature ? monster ? ) smile makes nancy shudder hard, stepping back just a little.
“ it’s nice to meet you too, mercer. “ she doesn’t want to piss him off, because even if he isn’t the thing in real life, he’s most certainly unsettling.
