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i talk about transitioning and all anyone ever says is "I hope you don't regret it" what if instead we said I hope you love it. I hope it's everything you ever wanted. I hope you live the rest of your life in utter bliss. etc etc.
I hope you transition and I hope it's the best thing you ever did and I hope you never look back and I hope you finally feel comfortable in your own skin
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
When you’re done making excuses and bringing up vampires, send me a pic of your fucked up little dog, if it’s like, real and shit.
[he groans a bit at the insistance but obliges anyway.
Striding over to the wretch and wretched where they sit nestled on the couch watching poor quality anime with a look of disgust.
"hey, Tel, remember Stevie Hendricks? She wanted to check in on you and I.. brrrgghh, told her about, um, that," he stood pointing at the creature in their lap. "Obviously she doesn't believe me and wants evidence. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?" Silence stretches between them before Neoptolemus answers " ...you told her? Why would you tell her, anyone about.. this? Why-- take your photograph. May be nice to be believed by someone competent."
Zosimos tried to apologize but it wasn't listening, so he took the picture as instructed.
It is slightly out of focus but clear enough to see am irritated Neoptolemus scowling, holding a shiny, tangled ball of fur. It takes a moment for one's eyes to unpack the finer features: twisted mouth carved into a grin, long, almost cartoonish nose rising from the flat plain of its face, and beady eyes gnarled into a stare, expectant yet satisfied. Somewhere from the mass of light and dark hair an appendage stands and curls over itself, long thin tube like fingers rest gently behind its own "head" (the whole thing was no bigger than a terrier and no other visible definition).
Hesitating only for a moment, he wonders her reaction. Message Sent]
…
What the actual fuck.
Yeah, umm, it's... not great. I, uh, god, I don't where to, uhm, start. Telly-- Neo, barfed it out a few months back. I have tried getting rid of it but... nothing works. It was missing at one time but I found, well "found" it after your hospital called me about Neo, otherwise I would've been there sooner. Sooo, uh. Yeah. Fun times.
Other questions aside.. It doesn’t even look like a fucking dog.. aha.. I was expecting it to look a lot more doglike. It doesn’t even have a tail.
I- what? Why would it look. Like a dog? I don't think I ever called it a dog... dog sized? But y'know.. some things are hamster sized without being hamsters....
My bad.. I was just expecting it to look like a dog haha..- holy shit I just scrolled back up and looked at the little fucker and fuck it’s ugly. Haha, holy shit. It’s hideous.
It feels like its trying to suck out your soul just by looking at it right? This isnt just me right???
I don’t know but I do not fuck with your weird little dog thing.. like at all. Holy fuck.. aha.. what is this thing.
I really, really wish we knew. Neo's main theory is that it's some divine punishment will he just has to live with. I don't know, he insists a priest or something won't help but I think we just gotta start throwing stuff until something sticks. I--
[ignored emotions ignite and fall as tears. Not entirely angry, helpless, sad or worried but the indistinct nebula of feeling only bottling emotions can forge.]
I don't think they have to live like this forever. God help me, we will work something out.
Uh I don- nevermind. Haha, ignore that. I meant fuck yeah you will. I’ve got like, a tonne of faith. I’m super fucking confident. Did they ever end up going to the appointment I got them? If anyone can help, it’ll probably be my boss. I probably can’t help.. I have like.. no fucking clue what could be wrong with them. They don’t teach divine will in medical school.. haha.. obviously, they teach real stuff.. duh.
They did, actually didn't bother telling me but whatever and, uhhh. From what I've practically strangled out of it they've told me, it went... Okay? Tel's a mystery and there's only so much doc can do in one appointment and if Neo refuses to cooperate he basically can't do shit. I dunno, bit of a dead end, I guess. He didn't tell me much else.
Apparently they actually brought that gross barf born thing with him. I guess because it makes them feel somewhat better. Hid it in a knapsack it held onto the entire time...
Aha.. maybe don’t take the weird dog creature to Doctors next time.. that’s like, a major work, health and safety issue aha. Can you tell them to not ever fucking do that again..?
Well, not like I told him to. Not like he asked what I thought about it. But sure, I'll tell them.
The thing's a major safety,health concern no matter where you take but I get where you're coming from..
Yeah.. it’s kinda nasty haha.. Uhh.. right- uh- Back to your priest idea aha.. I’m not religious or anything but I think that could be a really good idea haha. Maybe go take it to get exorcised or something. Like, as soon as possible.
Oh god, hahaha, oh ohhh I wish it were that easy! This couldve been over with months ago-- or maybe not! But we can't know because nEopTOlEmus won't try!!!! It's so convinced of their own downfall they won't try to even get up while it can.. I don't know exactly what is happening but I do know no one is beyond help, I don't care who, no one should just give up and get tossed away.
......... Maybe I'll bring it up to them again, see if he's maybe changed their mind since then.
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
When you’re done making excuses and bringing up vampires, send me a pic of your fucked up little dog, if it’s like, real and shit.
[he groans a bit at the insistance but obliges anyway.
Striding over to the wretch and wretched where they sit nestled on the couch watching poor quality anime with a look of disgust.
"hey, Tel, remember Stevie Hendricks? She wanted to check in on you and I.. brrrgghh, told her about, um, that," he stood pointing at the creature in their lap. "Obviously she doesn't believe me and wants evidence. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?" Silence stretches between them before Neoptolemus answers " ...you told her? Why would you tell her, anyone about.. this? Why-- take your photograph. May be nice to be believed by someone competent."
Zosimos tried to apologize but it wasn't listening, so he took the picture as instructed.
It is slightly out of focus but clear enough to see am irritated Neoptolemus scowling, holding a shiny, tangled ball of fur. It takes a moment for one's eyes to unpack the finer features: twisted mouth carved into a grin, long, almost cartoonish nose rising from the flat plain of its face, and beady eyes gnarled into a stare, expectant yet satisfied. Somewhere from the mass of light and dark hair an appendage stands and curls over itself, long thin tube like fingers rest gently behind its own "head" (the whole thing was no bigger than a terrier and no other visible definition).
Hesitating only for a moment, he wonders her reaction. Message Sent]
…
What the actual fuck.
Yeah, umm, it's... not great. I, uh, god, I don't where to, uhm, start. Telly-- Neo, barfed it out a few months back. I have tried getting rid of it but... nothing works. It was missing at one time but I found, well "found" it after your hospital called me about Neo, otherwise I would've been there sooner. Sooo, uh. Yeah. Fun times.
Other questions aside.. It doesn’t even look like a fucking dog.. aha.. I was expecting it to look a lot more doglike. It doesn’t even have a tail.
I- what? Why would it look. Like a dog? I don't think I ever called it a dog... dog sized? But y'know.. some things are hamster sized without being hamsters....
My bad.. I was just expecting it to look like a dog haha..- holy shit I just scrolled back up and looked at the little fucker and fuck it’s ugly. Haha, holy shit. It’s hideous.
It feels like its trying to suck out your soul just by looking at it right? This isnt just me right???
I don’t know but I do not fuck with your weird little dog thing.. like at all. Holy fuck.. aha.. what is this thing.
I really, really wish we knew. Neo's main theory is that it's some divine punishment will he just has to live with. I don't know, he insists a priest or something won't help but I think we just gotta start throwing stuff until something sticks. I--
[ignored emotions ignite and fall as tears. Not entirely angry, helpless, sad or worried but the indistinct nebula of feeling only bottling emotions can forge.]
I don't think they have to live like this forever. God help me, we will work something out.
Uh I don- nevermind. Haha, ignore that. I meant fuck yeah you will. I’ve got like, a tonne of faith. I’m super fucking confident. Did they ever end up going to the appointment I got them? If anyone can help, it’ll probably be my boss. I probably can’t help.. I have like.. no fucking clue what could be wrong with them. They don’t teach divine will in medical school.. haha.. obviously, they teach real stuff.. duh.
They did, actually didn't bother telling me but whatever and, uhhh. From what I've practically strangled out of it they've told me, it went... Okay? Tel's a mystery and there's only so much doc can do in one appointment and if Neo refuses to cooperate he basically can't do shit. I dunno, bit of a dead end, I guess. He didn't tell me much else.
Apparently they actually brought that gross barf born thing with him. I guess because it makes them feel somewhat better. Hid it in a knapsack it held onto the entire time...
Aha.. maybe don’t take the weird dog creature to Doctors next time.. that’s like, a major work, health and safety issue aha. Can you tell them to not ever fucking do that again..?
Well, not like I told him to. Not like he asked what I thought about it. But sure, I'll tell them.
The thing's a major safety,health concern no matter where you take but I get where you're coming from..
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
When you’re done making excuses and bringing up vampires, send me a pic of your fucked up little dog, if it’s like, real and shit.
[he groans a bit at the insistance but obliges anyway.
Striding over to the wretch and wretched where they sit nestled on the couch watching poor quality anime with a look of disgust.
"hey, Tel, remember Stevie Hendricks? She wanted to check in on you and I.. brrrgghh, told her about, um, that," he stood pointing at the creature in their lap. "Obviously she doesn't believe me and wants evidence. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?" Silence stretches between them before Neoptolemus answers " ...you told her? Why would you tell her, anyone about.. this? Why-- take your photograph. May be nice to be believed by someone competent."
Zosimos tried to apologize but it wasn't listening, so he took the picture as instructed.
It is slightly out of focus but clear enough to see am irritated Neoptolemus scowling, holding a shiny, tangled ball of fur. It takes a moment for one's eyes to unpack the finer features: twisted mouth carved into a grin, long, almost cartoonish nose rising from the flat plain of its face, and beady eyes gnarled into a stare, expectant yet satisfied. Somewhere from the mass of light and dark hair an appendage stands and curls over itself, long thin tube like fingers rest gently behind its own "head" (the whole thing was no bigger than a terrier and no other visible definition).
Hesitating only for a moment, he wonders her reaction. Message Sent]
…
What the actual fuck.
Yeah, umm, it's... not great. I, uh, god, I don't where to, uhm, start. Telly-- Neo, barfed it out a few months back. I have tried getting rid of it but... nothing works. It was missing at one time but I found, well "found" it after your hospital called me about Neo, otherwise I would've been there sooner. Sooo, uh. Yeah. Fun times.
Other questions aside.. It doesn’t even look like a fucking dog.. aha.. I was expecting it to look a lot more doglike. It doesn’t even have a tail.
I- what? Why would it look. Like a dog? I don't think I ever called it a dog... dog sized? But y'know.. some things are hamster sized without being hamsters....
My bad.. I was just expecting it to look like a dog haha..- holy shit I just scrolled back up and looked at the little fucker and fuck it’s ugly. Haha, holy shit. It’s hideous.
It feels like its trying to suck out your soul just by looking at it right? This isnt just me right???
I don’t know but I do not fuck with your weird little dog thing.. like at all. Holy fuck.. aha.. what is this thing.
I really, really wish we knew. Neo's main theory is that it's some divine punishment will he just has to live with. I don't know, he insists a priest or something won't help but I think we just gotta start throwing stuff until something sticks. I--
[ignored emotions ignite and fall as tears. Not entirely angry, helpless, sad or worried but the indistinct nebula of feeling only bottling emotions can forge.]
I don't think they have to live like this forever. God help me, we will work something out.
Uh I don- nevermind. Haha, ignore that. I meant fuck yeah you will. I’ve got like, a tonne of faith. I’m super fucking confident. Did they ever end up going to the appointment I got them? If anyone can help, it’ll probably be my boss. I probably can’t help.. I have like.. no fucking clue what could be wrong with them. They don’t teach divine will in medical school.. haha.. obviously, they teach real stuff.. duh.
They did, actually didn't bother telling me but whatever and, uhhh. From what I've practically strangled out of it they've told me, it went... Okay? Tel's a mystery and there's only so much doc can do in one appointment and if Neo refuses to cooperate he basically can't do shit. I dunno, bit of a dead end, I guess. He didn't tell me much else.
Apparently they actually brought that gross barf born thing with him. I guess because it makes them feel somewhat better. Hid it in a knapsack it held onto the entire time...
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
When you’re done making excuses and bringing up vampires, send me a pic of your fucked up little dog, if it’s like, real and shit.
[he groans a bit at the insistance but obliges anyway.
Striding over to the wretch and wretched where they sit nestled on the couch watching poor quality anime with a look of disgust.
"hey, Tel, remember Stevie Hendricks? She wanted to check in on you and I.. brrrgghh, told her about, um, that," he stood pointing at the creature in their lap. "Obviously she doesn't believe me and wants evidence. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?" Silence stretches between them before Neoptolemus answers " ...you told her? Why would you tell her, anyone about.. this? Why-- take your photograph. May be nice to be believed by someone competent."
Zosimos tried to apologize but it wasn't listening, so he took the picture as instructed.
It is slightly out of focus but clear enough to see am irritated Neoptolemus scowling, holding a shiny, tangled ball of fur. It takes a moment for one's eyes to unpack the finer features: twisted mouth carved into a grin, long, almost cartoonish nose rising from the flat plain of its face, and beady eyes gnarled into a stare, expectant yet satisfied. Somewhere from the mass of light and dark hair an appendage stands and curls over itself, long thin tube like fingers rest gently behind its own "head" (the whole thing was no bigger than a terrier and no other visible definition).
Hesitating only for a moment, he wonders her reaction. Message Sent]
…
What the actual fuck.
Yeah, umm, it's... not great. I, uh, god, I don't where to, uhm, start. Telly-- Neo, barfed it out a few months back. I have tried getting rid of it but... nothing works. It was missing at one time but I found, well "found" it after your hospital called me about Neo, otherwise I would've been there sooner. Sooo, uh. Yeah. Fun times.
Other questions aside.. It doesn’t even look like a fucking dog.. aha.. I was expecting it to look a lot more doglike. It doesn’t even have a tail.
I- what? Why would it look. Like a dog? I don't think I ever called it a dog... dog sized? But y'know.. some things are hamster sized without being hamsters....
My bad.. I was just expecting it to look like a dog haha..- holy shit I just scrolled back up and looked at the little fucker and fuck it’s ugly. Haha, holy shit. It’s hideous.
It feels like its trying to suck out your soul just by looking at it right? This isnt just me right???
I don’t know but I do not fuck with your weird little dog thing.. like at all. Holy fuck.. aha.. what is this thing.
I really, really wish we knew. Neo's main theory is that it's some divine punishment will he just has to live with. I don't know, he insists a priest or something won't help but I think we just gotta start throwing stuff until something sticks. I--
[ignored emotions ignite and fall as tears. Not entirely angry, helpless, sad or worried but the indistinct nebula of feeling only bottling emotions can forge.]
I don't think they have to live like this forever. God help me, we will work something out.
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
When you’re done making excuses and bringing up vampires, send me a pic of your fucked up little dog, if it’s like, real and shit.
[he groans a bit at the insistance but obliges anyway.
Striding over to the wretch and wretched where they sit nestled on the couch watching poor quality anime with a look of disgust.
"hey, Tel, remember Stevie Hendricks? She wanted to check in on you and I.. brrrgghh, told her about, um, that," he stood pointing at the creature in their lap. "Obviously she doesn't believe me and wants evidence. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?" Silence stretches between them before Neoptolemus answers " ...you told her? Why would you tell her, anyone about.. this? Why-- take your photograph. May be nice to be believed by someone competent."
Zosimos tried to apologize but it wasn't listening, so he took the picture as instructed.
It is slightly out of focus but clear enough to see am irritated Neoptolemus scowling, holding a shiny, tangled ball of fur. It takes a moment for one's eyes to unpack the finer features: twisted mouth carved into a grin, long, almost cartoonish nose rising from the flat plain of its face, and beady eyes gnarled into a stare, expectant yet satisfied. Somewhere from the mass of light and dark hair an appendage stands and curls over itself, long thin tube like fingers rest gently behind its own "head" (the whole thing was no bigger than a terrier and no other visible definition).
Hesitating only for a moment, he wonders her reaction. Message Sent]
…
What the actual fuck.
Yeah, umm, it's... not great. I, uh, god, I don't where to, uhm, start. Telly-- Neo, barfed it out a few months back. I have tried getting rid of it but... nothing works. It was missing at one time but I found, well "found" it after your hospital called me about Neo, otherwise I would've been there sooner. Sooo, uh. Yeah. Fun times.
Other questions aside.. It doesn’t even look like a fucking dog.. aha.. I was expecting it to look a lot more doglike. It doesn’t even have a tail.
I- what? Why would it look. Like a dog? I don't think I ever called it a dog... dog sized? But y'know.. some things are hamster sized without being hamsters....
My bad.. I was just expecting it to look like a dog haha..- holy shit I just scrolled back up and looked at the little fucker and fuck it’s ugly. Haha, holy shit. It’s hideous.
It feels like its trying to suck out your soul just by looking at it right? This isnt just me right???
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
When you’re done making excuses and bringing up vampires, send me a pic of your fucked up little dog, if it’s like, real and shit.
[he groans a bit at the insistance but obliges anyway.
Striding over to the wretch and wretched where they sit nestled on the couch watching poor quality anime with a look of disgust.
"hey, Tel, remember Stevie Hendricks? She wanted to check in on you and I.. brrrgghh, told her about, um, that," he stood pointing at the creature in their lap. "Obviously she doesn't believe me and wants evidence. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?" Silence stretches between them before Neoptolemus answers " ...you told her? Why would you tell her, anyone about.. this? Why-- take your photograph. May be nice to be believed by someone competent."
Zosimos tried to apologize but it wasn't listening, so he took the picture as instructed.
It is slightly out of focus but clear enough to see am irritated Neoptolemus scowling, holding a shiny, tangled ball of fur. It takes a moment for one's eyes to unpack the finer features: twisted mouth carved into a grin, long, almost cartoonish nose rising from the flat plain of its face, and beady eyes gnarled into a stare, expectant yet satisfied. Somewhere from the mass of light and dark hair an appendage stands and curls over itself, long thin tube like fingers rest gently behind its own "head" (the whole thing was no bigger than a terrier and no other visible definition).
Hesitating only for a moment, he wonders her reaction. Message Sent]
…
What the actual fuck.
Yeah, umm, it's... not great. I, uh, god, I don't where to, uhm, start. Telly-- Neo, barfed it out a few months back. I have tried getting rid of it but... nothing works. It was missing at one time but I found, well "found" it after your hospital called me about Neo, otherwise I would've been there sooner. Sooo, uh. Yeah. Fun times.
Other questions aside.. It doesn’t even look like a fucking dog.. aha.. I was expecting it to look a lot more doglike. It doesn’t even have a tail.
I- what? Why would it look. Like a dog? I don't think I ever called it a dog... dog sized? But y'know.. some things are hamster sized without being hamsters....
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
When you’re done making excuses and bringing up vampires, send me a pic of your fucked up little dog, if it’s like, real and shit.
[he groans a bit at the insistance but obliges anyway.
Striding over to the wretch and wretched where they sit nestled on the couch watching poor quality anime with a look of disgust.
"hey, Tel, remember Stevie Hendricks? She wanted to check in on you and I.. brrrgghh, told her about, um, that," he stood pointing at the creature in their lap. "Obviously she doesn't believe me and wants evidence. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?" Silence stretches between them before Neoptolemus answers " ...you told her? Why would you tell her, anyone about.. this? Why-- take your photograph. May be nice to be believed by someone competent."
Zosimos tried to apologize but it wasn't listening, so he took the picture as instructed.
It is slightly out of focus but clear enough to see am irritated Neoptolemus scowling, holding a shiny, tangled ball of fur. It takes a moment for one's eyes to unpack the finer features: twisted mouth carved into a grin, long, almost cartoonish nose rising from the flat plain of its face, and beady eyes gnarled into a stare, expectant yet satisfied. Somewhere from the mass of light and dark hair an appendage stands and curls over itself, long thin tube like fingers rest gently behind its own "head" (the whole thing was no bigger than a terrier and no other visible definition).
Hesitating only for a moment, he wonders her reaction. Message Sent]
…
What the actual fuck.
Yeah, umm, it's... not great. I, uh, god, I don't where to, uhm, start. Telly-- Neo, barfed it out a few months back. I have tried getting rid of it but... nothing works. It was missing at one time but I found, well "found" it after your hospital called me about Neo, otherwise I would've been there sooner. Sooo, uh. Yeah. Fun times.
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
When you’re done making excuses and bringing up vampires, send me a pic of your fucked up little dog, if it’s like, real and shit.
[he groans a bit at the insistance but obliges anyway.
Striding over to the wretch and wretched where they sit nestled on the couch watching poor quality anime with a look of disgust.
"hey, Tel, remember Stevie Hendricks? She wanted to check in on you and I.. brrrgghh, told her about, um, that," he stood pointing at the creature in their lap. "Obviously she doesn't believe me and wants evidence. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?" Silence stretches between them before Neoptolemus answers " ...you told her? Why would you tell her, anyone about.. this? Why-- take your photograph. May be nice to be believed by someone competent."
Zosimos tried to apologize but it wasn't listening, so he took the picture as instructed.
It is slightly out of focus but clear enough to see am irritated Neoptolemus scowling, holding a shiny, tangled ball of fur. It takes a moment for one's eyes to unpack the finer features: twisted mouth carved into a grin, long, almost cartoonish nose rising from the flat plain of its face, and beady eyes gnarled into a stare, expectant yet satisfied. Somewhere from the mass of light and dark hair an appendage stands and curls over itself, long thin tube like fingers rest gently behind its own "head" (the whole thing was no bigger than a terrier and no other visible definition).
Hesitating only for a moment, he wonders her reaction. Message Sent]
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
If you’re set on it’s “real”, which for the record.. it doesn’t really sound real aha. Everybody knows monsters aren’t real.. obviously. It sounds like.. really fucking made up. Do you at least have like, a photo of your little dog monster?
No, I haven't taken any pictures of it. Honestly didn't think of it, was a little more concerned with getting rid of it.
.....
I guess I could, tho. And if it's like a vampire and can't show up on film? Consider it a small blessing for your eyes because it's ugly and when you look at it you can just tell it hates you. It knows nothing but how it undeniably wants you dead.
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Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
Okay.. haha. Very funny. You lost me at “small dog monster you keep in a closet”. Maybe take up a career in writing.. aha. But also.. maybe save your writing ideas for another time. I was just trying to find out if they were alright and like, not super fucking dead. I wasn’t really trying to hear your weird fiction piece about them..
He's not alright but he's not dead and I guess that's the best we're getting right now!
Yeah, figured I'd lose you there. Sorry, I just.. can't stop thinking about it. It's not fake or fiction or anything. Hard to believe, I know, but it is real. You don't have to get it, it sounds really far fetched, it's understandable to not just go with it
Does your not boyfriend still have things wrong with them.. or are they like, normal now? I hope it’s the second option.. haha, obviously.
what is my not boyfriend? Oh, Telly? They're, uh.. he's, um.... Okay-er now. Definitely. I'm gonna tell you something weird and maybe even disturbing, and you probably won't believe me, but [inhale] here goes..
When we got back, those, uh, they look like infected veins but I guess are more like invasive vines the way they just. Showed up on him? Anyway, they got worse, brighter, straining against their skin like they were gonna burst through like in fucking alien. Once we were inside he didn't seem at all like itself, almost trance like, eyes wide and searching but the rest of him was.. blank. I tried snapping him out of it but I just couldn't get through. Somehow, I guess, they decided it found what he was looking for and went straight for the closet where-- and this is part where you'll probably start thinking I'm nuts-- where I had this creepy small dog sized monster was tied up. I tried killing it but it. Wouldn't. I don't think it knows how. I don't know if that makes sense, I don't care, but nothing I have done to it has had any real effect. It just keeps coming back.
But he found it somehow, felt it. And tried letting it out, I told them it was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with but he wouldn't listen and the way it was looking at me I knew he wasn't gonna listen. So he opened the door and pulled that fuckass little demon from its prison of plastic bags and anything that could be used to tie it in place. A lot of it was half melted, the thing itself whining and hissing like it was finally dying but when... when he held it, entranced gaze fixed solely on it, it stopped. And he stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there and watched that bizarre exchange of silences but it felt like hours. I could almost see the telepathic buzz they used to communicate to each other. The air was so still yet so charged, carrying a frequency only they would understand.
Those viney-veinish things aren't gone and he hasn't let go of that. Thing. However, they don't seem to be in so much pain. He can talk clearly again, and stopped shaking so much. So at least there's that.
[golden hour streaks over the cramped, familiar streets. Neoptolemus is beside him, half awake, replying to worried messages and checking notifications. Its hands are trembling, and noticing the rest of him, his whole body is shaking, a thin layer of sweat coating Neoptolemus.
"I wish a doctor could fix this. I wish anyone could fix this," he thinks. He furrows his brow, lips pressed in focus, and finally parks.
He helps Neoptolemus out of the car and props him up on their way up back to that cursed little apartment. Neighbors curl their mouths in concern at these strange passer-bys but say nothing and let them walk.
Is he just getting tired or is Neoptolemus getting heavier? Their breathing is definitely heavier, its breath more ragged and gasping but he's still walking. Those red vines infesting him are getting brighter again, and twisting more--
How did that thing get out!? There's nothing around the apartment to show there was any struggle or even that it was ever locked up at all-- why is it sitting in the middle of their home, why is it grinning like its won!?
It pounces right at Neoptolemus' chest and they.. let it. They drop to his knees and let whatever this monster is imbed itself into him and Zosimos can only look on, nerves frozen in place, mind screaming to save them. But he can only watch as Neoptolemus lets it dissolve through their clothing, through his skin, seeping into muscles. Those unnatural and wicked vines seem to reach out to the creature, joining to it, taking root in it as in Neoptolemus. It hisses, its only verbal communication, before diving straight for their heart, a final attack, one Neoptolemus finally reacts to: a broken yelp, face between blank and shocked.
How long does he stand there listening to every crunch and slurp this vile, miserable little fucker makes? How long does he watch his best friend's blood pool in deep, ruby puddles around their neck, staining his blonde hair like an amateur dye job? How long does the smell of rot and iron hang in the air, pervading his lungs like the smoke he breathes?
How long has he been staring at the ceiling replaying this awful dream over and over?
"It was so vivid.. I guess they're all so vivid but... aarrrrrrgggghh!!! Stupid fucking nightmares!! Nothing bad happened, went off without a hitch! Why does my stupid fucking brain insist on dreaming messed up stuff?!?!?!?!?!"
A pillow is pulled over his face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"]
And then you had that dream again.
[a few wrongs turns and only a couple minor traffic laws broken, Zosimos finally stops in front of her house]
Huh. Cozier than I had imagined.
[he walks up and knocks shave and a haircut]
The door swings open, a very sleepy looking Stevie appears from inside, she’s still in pajama pants, wearing an oversized t-shirt, it says something about jfk being stuck in the moon…? What brings you here little mate.. aha.. actually.. wait… uh… You must be… uh.. Neoptolemus’s not boyfriend? I got there eventually, haha I was wondering when you’d show up.
[he pauses a moment, unsure what to make of her. He's not """little""" and ....what was that about Neoptolemus?]
Hi, Zay Gallagher. Hope I didn't take too long, traffick was a nightmare. Is, uh, Neo ready to go?
Nice to meet you Zay, I’m Stevie. You’re like, totally cool. Traffic is always a pain in the ass at this hour, aha. Oh uh. Yeah, they are. They’re just like, chilling in the kitchen. You can come in if you want.
oh, right, uhhh, nice place, seems like a good area. You been here long?
I moved after I graduated high school, so that would be uhh, like.. 11 years now..? Something like that. God.. that makes me sound so fucking old.. that’s probably like, twice your age.
oh, well, I'm twenty-two--
[he hears shuffling and turns to see Neoptolemus: he's hunched and pale, the weird veins that thread across its skin are brighter than when he saw him last, maybe more spread out, too. He almost wants to tackle them in a hug so tight he cries 'uncle' like they used to do.]
Tel! Are you okay!? You look a little... Uh..
[Neoptolemus hardly registered a knock at the door, too absorbed in contemplating whether going to checked would really be worth it or not.
Snacking on some fruit, they hear an all too familiar voice: Zosimos. M! He's here! It shoves a last handful of berries in his mouth before rushing into the living room.
He looks tired, almost as tired as the woman next to him. What is his shirt stained with.....?]
You do ntt llook all th hat bbetterr . Ddid y ouu stay y awwake all nniight agaiin ?
ah, kinda yeah. Sorry I missed your call last night, I would've come sooner if I could.
Uh, thank you for letting him crash here and not... I don't know, wander the streets? They do have a tendency to wander at night...
It’s chill. Don’t even worry about it. I almost ran them over with my car, so I’d say we’re like, even now, aha.
hm? What do you me-- like if you didn't stop in the nick of time he would've gone flying or, y'know yeah? Even. Let's leave it at that. That's cool beans.
Welp, unless there's anything else, we should get going here soon
I wouldn’t use the word flying.. maybe more of like.. a squish or like, a thud.. Aha. Yeah. You’re right. Let’s leave it there.
I don’t think there’s anything else, feel free to save my number aswell. If you ever need any help or anything. I don’t want to have to see either you at my work.. ever, obviously.. haha.. that would mean something bad happened.
Oh, yeah, I will [save her number]. Just in case.
Aha.. yeah. We'll be careful not to, right, Tel?
Uh, have a nice rest of your day...!
[with that, Zosimos takes Neoptolemus' hand, gently leading it back to the car. Once they're settled he hands it their phone, "figured you'd want this. You scared the shit out of Ophelia, by the way. Three am calls about needing a ride ASAP are not fun to receive. Doubt they're fun to make, either, but y'know. Okay, tell me everything while we drive, sing me a song you slutty bard. Sorry."]
[a few wrongs turns and only a couple minor traffic laws broken, Zosimos finally stops in front of her house]
Huh. Cozier than I had imagined.
[he walks up and knocks shave and a haircut]
The door swings open, a very sleepy looking Stevie appears from inside, she’s still in pajama pants, wearing an oversized t-shirt, it says something about jfk being stuck in the moon…? What brings you here little mate.. aha.. actually.. wait… uh… You must be… uh.. Neoptolemus’s not boyfriend? I got there eventually, haha I was wondering when you’d show up.
[he pauses a moment, unsure what to make of her. He's not """little""" and ....what was that about Neoptolemus?]
Hi, Zay Gallagher. Hope I didn't take too long, traffick was a nightmare. Is, uh, Neo ready to go?
Nice to meet you Zay, I’m Stevie. You’re like, totally cool. Traffic is always a pain in the ass at this hour, aha. Oh uh. Yeah, they are. They’re just like, chilling in the kitchen. You can come in if you want.
oh, right, uhhh, nice place, seems like a good area. You been here long?
I moved after I graduated high school, so that would be uhh, like.. 11 years now..? Something like that. God.. that makes me sound so fucking old.. that’s probably like, twice your age.
oh, well, I'm twenty-two--
[he hears shuffling and turns to see Neoptolemus: he's hunched and pale, the weird veins that thread across its skin are brighter than when he saw him last, maybe more spread out, too. He almost wants to tackle them in a hug so tight he cries 'uncle' like they used to do.]
Tel! Are you okay!? You look a little... Uh..
[Neoptolemus hardly registered a knock at the door, too absorbed in contemplating whether going to checked would really be worth it or not.
Snacking on some fruit, they hear an all too familiar voice: Zosimos. M! He's here! It shoves a last handful of berries in his mouth before rushing into the living room.
He looks tired, almost as tired as the woman next to him. What is his shirt stained with.....?]
You do ntt llook all th hat bbetterr . Ddid y ouu stay y awwake all nniight agaiin ?
ah, kinda yeah. Sorry I missed your call last night, I would've come sooner if I could.
Uh, thank you for letting him crash here and not... I don't know, wander the streets? They do have a tendency to wander at night...
It’s chill. Don’t even worry about it. I almost ran them over with my car, so I’d say we’re like, even now, aha.
hm? What do you me-- like if you didn't stop in the nick of time he would've gone flying or, y'know yeah? Even. Let's leave it at that. That's cool beans.
Welp, unless there's anything else, we should get going here soon
