"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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You smile. They seemed to like your jokes, which was reassuring.
“Anotha? Alrighty then! Why did all the kitchen staff survive the Titanic disasta? “
You’re now coiled completely around the woman; your upper body extended in order to examine her from upside down. Slender claws touched each side of her face as you listened intently.
“--Why?”
glassmemoir replied to your post:{/Sneak attack hug! She jumps right on Red's back...
“Ya know, if ya hug me back, I’ll le’ go sooner!”
Your mouth unzippers to reveal a gruesome smile.
“--I’d sooner give ya’s a smooch than return yer human affections.”
A soft giggle left the ditzy blonde’s lips.
“ i butta’ not tell ya’! “
Cackling ensues. The joke was terrible--it really was. Yet you loved it. You loved it so much that your head nearly split open--due to how hilarious it was.
“--I love a good joke,” came your reply as your body twisted and coiled around the woman. “Tell me another one.”
' I understand why its attached to me. But it is rightfully yours. I cannot keep it as a pet. '
Your head cants slightly to the right.
“--Look at my nonexistent face and tell me if ya’s think I give a fuck, yeah?”
{/Sneak attack hug! She jumps right on Red's back from behind and just hugs on to him nice and tight.}
She was touching you. She was touching you--and it wasn’t awful. That bothered you. Her skin felt soft; she smelled like something you assumed to be sweet, and her flesh was warm to the touch.
Disgusting.
“--I’ll fuckin eeeeeeeeeeeeat ya’s,” you complain. Your words held no weight.
“ butta’! “
An eerie grin spreads across your nonexistent face.
“--Butta who?”
“ hey you! wanna hear a joke? Knock knock “
“--Who’s there?”
im gonna go to sleep now. gotta wake up at 5 tomorrow mornin. night folks.
“Awwww. Why? Youse think I’m made of acid ‘er somethin’? I promise, my hugs ain’ nuffin’ bu’ jus’ my squishiness.”
{/Going to her PC box in the game, she searches around until she finds her Dusknoir and holds it so Red can see.} “I’s more of a thinking thing. I’s fer people who like ta think. Everythin’ is based on yer own choices an’ decisions.”
Your blank face is still looking directly at the screen while she speaks. Her words, soft as usual, put a physical strain on your makeshift body. You noticed it the last time you were with her. The cause was unknown--but you didn’t like the way it felt.
Felt?
“--I don’t wanna talk about it,” you said with a huff. You quickly took the tiny device from her grasp and pressed it insanely close to your void of a face. “Choices and decisions, eh? Freedom must be nice.” You glance at her. “This thing kinda looks like me. I’m more handsome, though. Obviously.” You hand the thing back to Nicole.
“Really, Red? Yer such a baby. C’mon. If ya si’ nex’ ta me, I migh’ give ya a hug an’ even show ya somethin’ cool. I could show ya a Pokémon I think ya migh’ like.”
You pause for a moment, and then slither over to Nicole’s bed. You sit down beside her--but not close enough to actually touch her. Oh no. You wouldn’t be doing that.
“--I don’t understand video games,” you grumbled as you peered over to look at the small glowing device. “But whatever. Don’t hug me, though.”
“So……Ive been playin’ Pokémon fer tha las’ three days. I think my addiction came back.”
“--Ya’ve been playin’ that dumb game, and ignorin’ me. I’m goin’ to pieces.”
Unhooks her b r a.
TAKE YER TOP OFF
FILTHY FILTHY FILTHY.
❛ Do what you want to this vessel, darling. But whatever you dare do, my insides will also seep into that pathetic form of yours and D E V O U R you inside and out. I can’t wait. NO NO NO. I can’t wait to eat your tongue, your liver, your kidney. LET ME TASTE YOUR PATHETIC FORM.❜
ANGRY GODS. the essence of the feast. a loud rumble through the vastness of THE DEEP. A hungering lure calling out the strongest and bravest to eat the apple of eden… only to be devoured by the WORM.
Your maw opens slowly as the words ooze outward like tar.
“--I want yer insides. Let them seep inside of me; I don’t care! This body is only one of many; my reach is monumental. Not to sound all high and mighty, but I can do whatever I fuckin’ want. If I eat ya’s--I eat ya’s. We will become one. I’m ready for that kind of commitment.” Was she a God? A creature of immense power and fortitude? You wanted it--you wanted that power.
It would come down to that. “Give me yer body.”
