Im not sure sir, it looks pretty... i dont know...
Its. Fine.
Its just dramatic.
Now hand me the scalpel.
I will be OK.
It will all be OK.
No more surgeries, no more problems.
Everything is OK.
It/its
Aroace.
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@spiralinganon
Im not sure sir, it looks pretty... i dont know...
Its. Fine.
Its just dramatic.
Now hand me the scalpel.
I will be OK.
It will all be OK.
No more surgeries, no more problems.
Everything is OK.
It/its
Aroace.
[oh]
[im sorry]
[imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry]
[IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY]
[are you hurting?]
it...hurts...erugghdgh...
Who...are...you...?
I've made it my mission to be known by everyone on Tumblr. And I mean EVERYONE. No account will go without this post, I want to make it to the dead poets society fandom all the way to the ninjago fandom. Everyone will reblog this, and if they don't I will die a failure.
A tall, sickly pale man is crouching down by the river, searching for herbs. A disgusting blue glow emits from him in the darkness.
They grumble to themselves while picking at seemingly random plants at the riverbank.
They wore a long labcoat, or was it a doctor's coat? You weren't sure. If he was a doctor, maybe he could help you too.
...stupid test subject...it'd turn out fine if he hadn't left...guess I just have to do everything myself, huh...hmph...
He hasn't seen you yet. What was he doing out here in the dark anyway? It was late.
[Pigeon walks near the river, holding some small notebook, seemingly looking for something to draw]
[he notices the being in the lab coat, but thought nothing of it even if it seemed ever so slightly suspicious with that.. glow.]
[he continued off, looking if there are any birds. The grass crunched beneath his feet. he wondered if he could just draw the fish in the river?..]
"ₐᵣₑ ₜₕₑᵣₑ ₐₙy fᵣₒgₛ..?.. ₙₒ..ᵤᵣgₕ.." [he mumbled to himself quietly]
The doctor gets up from his crouched position grumpily and shoves the... "herbs" into his messenger bag.
He brushed off their lab coat once they stood up, and pulled down his sleeves as to cover their now blatantly obvious glowing bones.
They side eye pigeon once they started mumbling. What was anybody else doing in the forest this late?
What're you doing out here? It's late. Forest can be dangerous at night, y'know.
His voice was grizzly and intimidating. He sounded pissed off, even though he clearly wasn't. He doesn't look at pigeon when he's talking.
[pigeon hears the voice, head popping up facing Ezras direction, slightly intimidated]
"ₒₕ₋ ₑᵣ, ₛₒᵣᵣy.. ᵢ'ₘ ⱼᵤₛₜ ₜᵣyₙₐ wₑₗₗ,.. dᵣₐw."
[he nervously refers to his small notebook with small doodles of drawings. he doesn't have much experience interacting with anyone out of the kingdom. he usually comes here for peace and quiet if there's something on his mind]
[Ezra eyed your notebook. Not unlike the stupid ones she would keep.]
Don't be sorry. It's just not safe around here, that's all. Just a warning.
Ezra takes a double take when he realises what you are. His eyes run along your feathers and fur.
D'you see a doctor recently, kid? You don't look great.
He was blunt as well.
[he watches ezra with some slight shock, speaking up]
"ₑᵣᵣ.. yₑₐₕ, yₑₐₕ ᵢ dᵢd.. ₕₒw'd yₒᵤ?.."
[he's a bit cautious of this person, but ... a curiosity in him enlightens the more he speaks to him. Is it that noticeable?..]
Ezra took a few steps closer to you now, the forest floor crunching under their feet.
He bent over and rested one arm on his knee, getting a good look at the nooks and crannies of your fur and feathers.
...you might want to take another visit...
...have you been taking any meds?
He looked directly into your eyes now, tilting his head down and peering over his glasses.
"..ₙₒ?. . ₛₒᵣᵣy , wₕₐₜ'ₛ yₒᵤᵣ ₙₐₘₑ? ᵢ'ₘ ₚᵢgₑₒₙ"
[he's even more curious but even more cautious now, putting his small notebook away back into his messenger bag. his back feathers stiffen up. who is this guy?..]
Ah, nice to meet you, pigeon.
Ezra straightens up again and stands up fully.
My name is Doctor Ezra Adstra. You may call me Doctor Ezra.
...in all my years of medical practice, I don't think I've ever seen a case like yours...
Would you care to come to my operating theatre so I can correctly diagnose you and take notes? I'd greatly appreciate it. Or you can come to my office, I don't mind which.
His glasses fogged up as he looked down at you. You could see the disgusting blue light emitting from his bones, nearly radioactivly as it shined down on you. He was tall. Very tall. At least 6 and a half feet, you thought.
[pigeon, the guy who now feels a bit too curious for his own good, accepts.]
"wₑₗₗ ᵢ ₕₐᵥₑ ₙₒₜₕᵢₙg bₑₜₜₑᵣ ₜₒ dₒ ₛₒ.. ₛᵤᵣₑ! .."
[they stand up as well, fixing himself up and dusting some dirt off using his gloved hands as well. They pick out a leaf from their feathers.]
A smile creeped onto Ezra's face. He watched you stand up and placed his hands behind his back.
Perfect. If you follow me I can lead us to the operating theatre, its a standalone building not too far from here, we should be able to walk the distance.
He gestured for you to follow him and started walking in the opposite direction in which you came from. You were both walking for about half an hour before you reached the outskirts of the forest. A small, murky building stood in front of you, about 500 metres from the side of the highway. Or at least you assumed so, you could hear it from here. The front door was boarded up and all of the windows were blocked out from the inside with foil, the type you would use in a car window for privacy and heat at night.
Ezra ripped off the boards with ease, he was surprisingly strong despite his sickly apparition. For you, it just made him seem even more intimidating.
He spoke to you while standing in the threshold, turning on the old, flickering, hospital white lights.
The state of the place didn't fill you with confidence, that's for sure.
Now, it may be a bit... messy inside. It hasn't been cleaned or used in...quite some time.
As you walked in, blue and navy liquids were stored in IV drips and syringes, in what should have been blood donor bags was just more of that bright blue liquid. You were confused, but you were sure it couldn't have been a bad thing, right? Right??
Ezra pointed towards the old operating bed in the center of the room.
If you could sit down there for me, darling, that'd be great.
He spoke to you while rummaging through shelves to find a large notebook, a stethoscope, thermometer and a pen.
[pigeon, nervous, but can easily trust people (wow okay bud), sat down as told to.He was a Doctor so he could help with pigeons new..... features and instincts.]
[sitting down, his gloves grazed the bed . It was soft, soft like the feathers on his wings. He seemed... calm. he takes off his gloves, palms grazing it. he accidentally scratches it with his talon.]
"ₒ₋ₒₒₚₛ.."
Ezra eyes the scratch you made on the bed but doesn't say anything. The thing was already stained with navy blood from Eliza's "autopsies" or whatever he called them.
Ezra walked over and pulled out his stethoscope.
Now, can you look up for me? I just want to check your heartbeat and breathing patterns.
He got ready to place the stethoscope on your back.
[they lifted their head up, gloves back on his hands. he waited and sat politely and patiently as he felt the cold stethoscope on his back. his hands on his lap as their eyes looked around. the coldness made him flinch slightly]
[he thought to himself, what was all these... stains on here? paint? he could tell it was a specific navy but couldn't point which navy out.. he set that thought aside as he returned back to reality]
Ezra took off the stethoscope and scratched something into his notebook.
Hmhmm...
Regular breathing patterns...but... yeah.
...you have a cardiac arrhythmia. An irregular heartbeat. Nothing much to worry about, in all honesty.
...we could go down what I like to call the uh...
"Hollistic" route.
Ezra sneered while gesturing towards a bag of bright blue, glowing liquid.
Or we could do it the old fashioned way. I'll give you the choice.
...buy I might be able to help your... newfound physical features if we go the alternative route. :)
Well, what do you think?
Ezra noticed you glancing at the blood stains.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about those, they're from my old apprentice... tampering with things. He's long gone now though, you shouldn't have to worry about him.
You hear something scurrying from the other room. It sounded large, yet, inhuman.
Ezra seemed like he didn't hear it. Either that or he was ignoring it.
[he looked towards the direction the sound had come from. what was that? nevermind, it was probably just their imagination again.]
[they listened intently, now looking in the direction of that...mysterious blue 'liquid'. well ezra did seem like an pretty trustworthy ..doctor.]
"ᵢ₋…ᵢf ᵢₜ ₘₑₐₙₛ ᵢ cₐₙ..cₒₙₜᵣₒₗ ᵢₜ, ₜₕₑₙ.. yₑₛ, ₗₑₜₛ dₒ ₜₕₑ ᵤₕₘ.. "ₕₒₗₗᵢₛₜᵢc" ᵣₒᵤₜₑ."
(I-...if it means i can.. control it, then.. yes lets do the uhm.. "hollistic" route)
[he fiddled with his hands a small little.nervous.]
A nasty sneer curled onto ezra's face. It was disgusting. You could see the outlines of his skull clearly now, and only far too late did you connect the revoltingly blue dots.
Perfect.
Look ahead of you darling, this might...
....pinch.
Ezra grabbed a needle about 2 inches long and filled it with the blue substance. It glowed like nuclear leftovers and moved with a viscosity thicker than water, but thinner than blood.
Ezra placed their cold, gloved fingers at the nape of your neck and spread apart your fur and feathers.
.
The needle stung like hellfire.
He wasn't dainty when distributing it, he was messy and brutal.
It hurt. So much. Your vision was blurry with the pain, you could feel it seeping into your blood.
[Pain. all he felt, was pain. Excruciating, unbearable, amount of pain. He couldn't tell where the pain was mainly coming from, but he felt it everywhere.]
[a light, small growl emitted from his throat. attempting to spit something out.]
"W₋wₕy ₜₕₑ fᵤcₖ dᵢd yₒᵤ dₒ ᵢₜ ₛₒ..ₛₕᵢₜ.. ₐggᵣₑₛₛᵢᵥₑₗy?..
[he felt the place where Ezra had stabbed the needle, rubbing it, trying to ease it down. it was all unbearable.]
[voices. Recognizable ones. he heard HER. He heard BOTH OF THEM. he held his head now, trying to calm down, but alas, he couldn't. He couldn't bare hearing their voices again. not ever. WHY WERE YOULIKETHISSTOPESTOPSTOPITALL.]
[he was lost, exhaling consistently and repetitively. he wanted this to all stop. why did he agree to this. just another mistake, for him to grieve of.]
Hmhmhm...
Ezra took a few steps back as to avoid any backlash from the patient. He watched as you held your head and complained about voices. Strange, yet not unexpected. He pulled out his notebook and started recording your symptoms as you clutched at feathers and fur in pain.
He changed his gloves and washed the backsplashes from the needle. They were old supplies, and probably wouldn't fit modern regulations. They just hoped poor pigeon wouldn't get tenitis.
They noticed them clutching at his head, seemingly complaining about why Ezra had been so... "aggresive" but he didn't seem to notice.
Hallucinations, is it?
You couldn't hear him speaking over their voices.
Interesting. I must admit, very few cases report hallucination, usually only surfacing when the patient has any unresolved severe trauma.
This will be a fun case, I think.
Ezra pushed up his glasses and observed from a distance.
[buzzing in his ears were subtle. His talons scratched his face ever so slightly. He absolutely hated this. His vision lightend. The lights seemed really bright. He was hungry. Their voices mocked them. He didn't want to hear it all.]
[his sharp pupils looked back up at the 'Doctor'. Pigeons eyes fueled with ...fear. he doesn't know what this..Person could to to him. He hated this. This pain. Their voices their mockery. Everything. he... fell onto his back. he had passed out of stress.]
[wow. what a wimp. what a disgrace.]
Hmph.
Ezra stared distastefully at the body that lay in front of them. At least it would be easier to move them now.
Ezra placed down his notebook and heaved pigeons body over his shoulder.
He walked down the hallway, kicking in doors as he went when he came across...
...it.
[the feeling of being lifted up was aware to him, but...something was in his mind. Someone. there they were, staring down at him, whispering mockeries. Saying it was his fault he was like this. And]
[he believed it.]
[he believed and fell into every words that spat out of "Lilys" and.. his "mothers" mouth. He fell into their trap. He didn't know. He didn't mean to do this. He didn't want to do this. He didn't wish she died. He twitched slightly in his sleep.]
[ the feeling of walking stopped, whoever was carrying paused.]
WhHhoOo.. is tHAaAt...
...dOctoR....
A disgusting mess of limbs and eyes shuffled towards you. It barely even looked like anything, let alone something humanoid. Yoj would've been thankful to be unconscious, this thing wasn't a pretty sight.
It looked something similar to a rat King, except instead of tails being entwined it was a mess of human limbs.
Yeah Alex isn't rlly needed any more for the plot tbh so I'm using this account for someone else now as well
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efcv xu jbvftxm xt sv ls dul ovnkmm xtu wwv ukfxpj zyix mgmm lzxk gsz gel synvzw lxzmj ny flh n jfvx ztumvxzrvh nz zb wjkda rtz dird ukpiw vvwtqk uw inzymv ntkmvjykqrl yf diwe zvxjxvaxntx
[ vigenere cipher // key: grief ]
Listen, I'm not sure who or what you are, but I don't like how you seem to know things about me that only I should know.
If you really want to know?
Yeah, I still miss him.
...he didn't deserve that.
Any of it, any time he's died.
At least he won't have to suffer any more from this one like the last times.
Grief... is something we're not supposed to understand, if you ask me. Something bigger than what we need to know. The surface of a dark lake.
Dark lake...
Hey! Why am I telling this to you? I don't know you! What do you think you're doing silly?
o niry zf crikiaxftu tmpk z crikiaxftu blj uulmyova sk vvwtqk rvh ynzvkx giwysj dm e huekiuz nwyqjeb twkjmry okaiql zn my crary sviry zf ji ptfer fxv gsz tfb ptubqrl kewyln?
z srtc jwqjuem amu uqh suk lixkidi yu uqi xudmxmoeo? m kuioiy cyix tx nps nz niw
bnf iq n? ndu. m iueb osun blny kqqj. od i ptz fn xmoeow, f rfb sk ifvgjvka, my iyirlkj asrkkqqjy. kpid irtp rk rtp xuibw tl uqjkkimry zyqrly. uw m skvl e sgdm xt ggxifr kw kwovn?
mr plax fybqrl wlmwyofvw. ftu bvdoeo xt aeliwykiri. kmmvdzyqrl oj as ntkmvjykqrl evb rt uem xmoesw yu vftqgzv xmk cqxyrv blntxa
...alright dude.
If you wanna understand such philosophical questions, just know that some things aren't meant to be understood, in my opinion. Some things aren't meant to be thought about that much. Curiosity is a burden and knowledge is a sin.
...if you need help I'd just go to a therapist. Sounds like you need someone to talk to, and I'm just not that kinda guy. Sorry.
I'm trying to deal with my own grief, I'm not sure how much you know about me, but my ex just passed away, and I still wasn't over him.
Sorry.
ggwptmzmw? dul altacl vjifdiw liwq dulz enrdmryy.
z emqr wqri gewxmki bs ygcs anzy, gix. yfuiyodmw fybqrl gswyy miqik liwq ynv aszxtm mx zfw qziy nsw zym fjgimv. n cztp ztumvxzrvh ttv eed ui irtzymv.
dulz msyzoly cra mszvzixzzvk.
Yeah. Nice talking to you pal, hope you get better soon.
Alex gave you a kind smile. A genuine one, not a rococo one.
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efcv xu jbvftxm xt sv ls dul ovnkmm xtu wwv ukfxpj zyix mgmm lzxk gsz gel synvzw lxzmj ny flh n jfvx ztumvxzrvh nz zb wjkda rtz dird ukpiw vvwtqk uw inzymv ntkmvjykqrl yf diwe zvxjxvaxntx
[ vigenere cipher // key: grief ]
Listen, I'm not sure who or what you are, but I don't like how you seem to know things about me that only I should know.
If you really want to know?
Yeah, I still miss him.
...he didn't deserve that.
Any of it, any time he's died.
At least he won't have to suffer any more from this one like the last times.
Grief... is something we're not supposed to understand, if you ask me. Something bigger than what we need to know. The surface of a dark lake.
Dark lake...
Hey! Why am I telling this to you? I don't know you! What do you think you're doing silly?
o niry zf crikiaxftu tmpk z crikiaxftu blj uulmyova sk vvwtqk rvh ynzvkx giwysj dm e huekiuz nwyqjeb twkjmry okaiql zn my crary sviry zf ji ptfer fxv gsz tfb ptubqrl kewyln?
z srtc jwqjuem amu uqh suk lixkidi yu uqi xudmxmoeo? m kuioiy cyix tx nps nz niw
bnf iq n? ndu. m iueb osun blny kqqj. od i ptz fn xmoeow, f rfb sk ifvgjvka, my iyirlkj asrkkqqjy. kpid irtp rk rtp xuibw tl uqjkkimry zyqrly. uw m skvl e sgdm xt ggxifr kw kwovn?
mr plax fybqrl wlmwyofvw. ftu bvdoeo xt aeliwykiri. kmmvdzyqrl oj as ntkmvjykqrl evb rt uem xmoesw yu vftqgzv xmk cqxyrv blntxa
...alright dude.
If you wanna understand such philosophical questions, just know that some things aren't meant to be understood, in my opinion. Some things aren't meant to be thought about that much. Curiosity is a burden and knowledge is a sin.
...if you need help I'd just go to a therapist. Sounds like you need someone to talk to, and I'm just not that kinda guy. Sorry.
I'm trying to deal with my own grief, I'm not sure how much you know about me, but my ex just passed away, and I still wasn't over him.
Sorry.
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efcv xu jbvftxm xt sv ls dul ovnkmm xtu wwv ukfxpj zyix mgmm lzxk gsz gel synvzw lxzmj ny flh n jfvx ztumvxzrvh nz zb wjkda rtz dird ukpiw vvwtqk uw inzymv ntkmvjykqrl yf diwe zvxjxvaxntx
[ vigenere cipher // key: grief ]
Listen, I'm not sure who or what you are, but I don't like how you seem to know things about me that only I should know.
If you really want to know?
Yeah, I still miss him.
...he didn't deserve that.
Any of it, any time he's died.
At least he won't have to suffer any more from this one like the last times.
Grief... is something we're not supposed to understand, if you ask me. Something bigger than what we need to know. The surface of a dark lake.
Dark lake...
Hey! Why am I telling this to you? I don't know you! What do you think you're doing silly?
Your phones ringing.
You said to call you if i need help. Uhm, I guess this is the opposite but, I can feel my arm again.
He flexed the arm as he clenched the phone tighter, he didn’t really want to be talking to Alex but what if it was a bad thing?
He picked up the phone reluctantly, he really didn't want to have to think about Eliza anymore but this poor guy needed help.
...you can feel it again?? Like can you move it around and everything??
...strange. Never heard of that before. He wouldn't leave a body unless...
Oh.
...unless he died.
All the food in his home had turned to shit, and with a kid that was apparently his, he kind of needed food. He wasn’t sure how he would carry groceries home with one working hand. Maybe he could ask the uh, what was his name? Eliza? to help when he actually bought them.
He had found a phone at his house, which is how he was getting around. And you’d think it’d help him remember, but all it really had were three conversations with unsaved numbers (that made no sense to him)
He had turned onto a street with more people on it, but was more focused on the directions he was following.
Because he was more focused on the directions he was going in and not the people that were right in front of him, he walked straight into Alex, knocking his notebooks out of his arms.
Oh-i uh- sorry- jeez-
Alex bends down to start picking up his things.
Your arm suddenly freezes up.
What.
The hell.
WHY IS HE HERE?!
Stinkeri kill this guy I swear to god.
You have to be KIDDDING ME GOD!
Your arm flips off the poor guy.
He yanked his arm down, fighting to hold it at his side and hoping Alex didn’t see it while he was down. He wasn’t trying to start a conflict with someone he didn’t know, he just wanted food.
Stinkeri eyed the notebooks he had, internally rolling his eyes at all the sciencey shit, maybe he should’ve flipped the guy off. Not.. very sure why he was thinking like that.
Alex gets up and pushes back his hair with his spare hand, holding his books with the other.
Ah- um sorry about-
He spots your arm. Same shade of blue, same strange limpness. Just what it used to do to its clients.
He luckily hadn't made any contact with the guy since he cut him off, but now, things might change, unfortunately.
...look, this might sound strange but can I talk to you for a minute? Presumably somewhere more...private.
...I have a few questions about your... arm. If its not a sensitive topic.
Alex looks concerned about you, but also like he knows something you don't.
I’m not sure if I should.
Eliza clearly didn’t like the guy, what if he just threw a punch with Stinkeris body? Could he do that? But the guy also seemed to know something about Eliza. What if he knew how to, well, get him out?
If the thing that's in control of your arm there what I think it is, it'll be worth your time. Trust me.
He didn't exactly look like the type to fight him, but then again you could never know.
He dug his claws into the arm he was holding. What was he supposed to say? He didn’t want to follow someone he didn’t know, and he didn’t want to accept the fact there was some guy in his head.
But maybe this guy could get him out.
Fine. Just- make it quick? I have shit to do.
What the HELL!
KICK THIS GUYS ASS STINKERI! AARGHGGHH I HATE HIM SO MUCH THIS ISNT FAIR!
You learned very quickly that not much would acctually happen if you didn't do what Eliza said.
Alright. Follow me, just around the corner.
I know a spot.
You followed Alex to a nearby alleyway, quiet and empty.
...the guy in your head, just to confirm, is Eliza right?
Eliza is my ex-husband. He's a horrible person, and I don't say things like that lightly.
...you need him out of your consciousness as soon as possible, pal.
He subconsciously let go of his arm, mostly to dig his claws into his own palm. He didn’t like any of this. He didn’t want to be in some shady alley, with a guy who clearly didnt like whoever was in his head. What if this guy socked Stinkeri just to spite Eliza? Would Eliza even feel it?
Look I, uhm, maybe thats a bad idea, i dunno.
...look bud, it's either that or he'll take your mind and body completely eventually, trust me, I know.
...
Look, I can tell you're uncomfortable, I'll leave it till another time.
The name's Alex. Sorry we had to meet like this.
Alex hands you a note with his phone number on it.
Call me if you want my help again.
That guys up to no good, pal. I just- just make sure to be careful, will you?
Alex gave you a kind smile before turning to leave you again in the alleyway.
All the food in his home had turned to shit, and with a kid that was apparently his, he kind of needed food. He wasn’t sure how he would carry groceries home with one working hand. Maybe he could ask the uh, what was his name? Eliza? to help when he actually bought them.
He had found a phone at his house, which is how he was getting around. And you’d think it’d help him remember, but all it really had were three conversations with unsaved numbers (that made no sense to him)
He had turned onto a street with more people on it, but was more focused on the directions he was following.
Because he was more focused on the directions he was going in and not the people that were right in front of him, he walked straight into Alex, knocking his notebooks out of his arms.
Oh-i uh- sorry- jeez-
Alex bends down to start picking up his things.
Your arm suddenly freezes up.
What.
The hell.
WHY IS HE HERE?!
Stinkeri kill this guy I swear to god.
You have to be KIDDDING ME GOD!
Your arm flips off the poor guy.
He yanked his arm down, fighting to hold it at his side and hoping Alex didn’t see it while he was down. He wasn’t trying to start a conflict with someone he didn’t know, he just wanted food.
Stinkeri eyed the notebooks he had, internally rolling his eyes at all the sciencey shit, maybe he should’ve flipped the guy off. Not.. very sure why he was thinking like that.
Alex gets up and pushes back his hair with his spare hand, holding his books with the other.
Ah- um sorry about-
He spots your arm. Same shade of blue, same strange limpness. Just what it used to do to its clients.
He luckily hadn't made any contact with the guy since he cut him off, but now, things might change, unfortunately.
...look, this might sound strange but can I talk to you for a minute? Presumably somewhere more...private.
...I have a few questions about your... arm. If its not a sensitive topic.
Alex looks concerned about you, but also like he knows something you don't.
I’m not sure if I should.
Eliza clearly didn’t like the guy, what if he just threw a punch with Stinkeris body? Could he do that? But the guy also seemed to know something about Eliza. What if he knew how to, well, get him out?
If the thing that's in control of your arm there what I think it is, it'll be worth your time. Trust me.
He didn't exactly look like the type to fight him, but then again you could never know.
He dug his claws into the arm he was holding. What was he supposed to say? He didn’t want to follow someone he didn’t know, and he didn’t want to accept the fact there was some guy in his head.
But maybe this guy could get him out.
Fine. Just- make it quick? I have shit to do.
What the HELL!
KICK THIS GUYS ASS STINKERI! AARGHGGHH I HATE HIM SO MUCH THIS ISNT FAIR!
You learned very quickly that not much would acctually happen if you didn't do what Eliza said.
Alright. Follow me, just around the corner.
I know a spot.
You followed Alex to a nearby alleyway, quiet and empty.
...the guy in your head, just to confirm, is Eliza right?
Eliza is my ex-husband. He's a horrible person, and I don't say things like that lightly.
...you need him out of your consciousness as soon as possible, pal.
All the food in his home had turned to shit, and with a kid that was apparently his, he kind of needed food. He wasn’t sure how he would carry groceries home with one working hand. Maybe he could ask the uh, what was his name? Eliza? to help when he actually bought them.
He had found a phone at his house, which is how he was getting around. And you’d think it’d help him remember, but all it really had were three conversations with unsaved numbers (that made no sense to him)
He had turned onto a street with more people on it, but was more focused on the directions he was following.
Because he was more focused on the directions he was going in and not the people that were right in front of him, he walked straight into Alex, knocking his notebooks out of his arms.
Oh-i uh- sorry- jeez-
Alex bends down to start picking up his things.
Your arm suddenly freezes up.
What.
The hell.
WHY IS HE HERE?!
Stinkeri kill this guy I swear to god.
You have to be KIDDDING ME GOD!
Your arm flips off the poor guy.
He yanked his arm down, fighting to hold it at his side and hoping Alex didn’t see it while he was down. He wasn’t trying to start a conflict with someone he didn’t know, he just wanted food.
Stinkeri eyed the notebooks he had, internally rolling his eyes at all the sciencey shit, maybe he should’ve flipped the guy off. Not.. very sure why he was thinking like that.
Alex gets up and pushes back his hair with his spare hand, holding his books with the other.
Ah- um sorry about-
He spots your arm. Same shade of blue, same strange limpness. Just what it used to do to its clients.
He luckily hadn't made any contact with the guy since he cut him off, but now, things might change, unfortunately.
...look, this might sound strange but can I talk to you for a minute? Presumably somewhere more...private.
...I have a few questions about your... arm. If its not a sensitive topic.
Alex looks concerned about you, but also like he knows something you don't.
I’m not sure if I should.
Eliza clearly didn’t like the guy, what if he just threw a punch with Stinkeris body? Could he do that? But the guy also seemed to know something about Eliza. What if he knew how to, well, get him out?
If the thing that's in control of your arm there what I think it is, it'll be worth your time. Trust me.
He didn't exactly look like the type to fight him, but then again you could never know.
All the food in his home had turned to shit, and with a kid that was apparently his, he kind of needed food. He wasn’t sure how he would carry groceries home with one working hand. Maybe he could ask the uh, what was his name? Eliza? to help when he actually bought them.
He had found a phone at his house, which is how he was getting around. And you’d think it’d help him remember, but all it really had were three conversations with unsaved numbers (that made no sense to him)
He had turned onto a street with more people on it, but was more focused on the directions he was following.
Because he was more focused on the directions he was going in and not the people that were right in front of him, he walked straight into Alex, knocking his notebooks out of his arms.
Oh-i uh- sorry- jeez-
Alex bends down to start picking up his things.
Your arm suddenly freezes up.
What.
The hell.
WHY IS HE HERE?!
Stinkeri kill this guy I swear to god.
You have to be KIDDDING ME GOD!
Your arm flips off the poor guy.
He yanked his arm down, fighting to hold it at his side and hoping Alex didn’t see it while he was down. He wasn’t trying to start a conflict with someone he didn’t know, he just wanted food.
Stinkeri eyed the notebooks he had, internally rolling his eyes at all the sciencey shit, maybe he should’ve flipped the guy off. Not.. very sure why he was thinking like that.
Alex gets up and pushes back his hair with his spare hand, holding his books with the other.
Ah- um sorry about-
He spots your arm. Same shade of blue, same strange limpness. Just what it used to do to its clients.
He luckily hadn't made any contact with the guy since he cut him off, but now, things might change, unfortunately.
...look, this might sound strange but can I talk to you for a minute? Presumably somewhere more...private.
...I have a few questions about your... arm. If its not a sensitive topic.
Alex looks concerned about you, but also like he knows something you don't.
All the food in his home had turned to shit, and with a kid that was apparently his, he kind of needed food. He wasn’t sure how he would carry groceries home with one working hand. Maybe he could ask the uh, what was his name? Eliza? to help when he actually bought them.
He had found a phone at his house, which is how he was getting around. And you’d think it’d help him remember, but all it really had were three conversations with unsaved numbers (that made no sense to him)
He had turned onto a street with more people on it, but was more focused on the directions he was following.
Because he was more focused on the directions he was going in and not the people that were right in front of him, he walked straight into Alex, knocking his notebooks out of his arms.
Oh-i uh- sorry- jeez-
Alex bends down to start picking up his things.
Rhett! Rhett- wait- wait a second, don’t beat my ass again- I just, look. I need this thing out of my head and you did that for yourself, right? How the hell did you do it?
He was tired, he was desperate. Maybe he would get his ass beat unconscious again, but any situation where he got sleep didn’t sound so bad at this point.
Something stirs inside of its chest. Something moves under its skin. Your head is pounding, you keep hearing Eliza's laughs playing over and over again like a sitcom laugh track. Something inside of its body imitates Rhetts voice. It sounds like a warped record.
Stinky! What are you doing here? How to get Eliza out of your head? Gee, I don't know! Why don't you ask him?
HAHAHHAHAHAHA!
It's laughs feel like a metal pick piercing your skull.
The world shifts around you, disorientating.
You feel dizzy. So dizzy.
Elizas voice came from the body now.
Aren't you happy stinkeri? Now that I have a body here, I'm going to have SO MUCH FUN with you! Isn't this exciting!
His voice makes you weak in the knees, you feel as if you're about to collapse. The laughter in your head got louder and louder, you could barely take it any more.
Rhett was gone. And you knew too well that there was no way you would figure out how to get rid of Eliza now.Not from this... thing at least. You'd have to find information elsewhere. You could barely think, it felt like your skull was being pierced. Everything was so loud and bright, you could barely even stand anymore.
Rhett- I uh, I’m real sorry fer our fight I didn’t mean t’upset ya I just…
Courier letout a sigh as he rubbed his arm.
I shoulda told ya what happened t’moot but I was caught up and-and I’m sorry. it was my fault and i’m sorry.
It turned around to greet you, it's smile wide.
Courier! Darling, it's so great to see you!
How have you been? Ignoring the escher/mandelbrot sinews spilling from your head?
Haha, sorry, just a little inside joke there, don't mind me.
Don't be sorry, honey. I COULDNT CARE LESS!
It laughs. It's not rhetts laugh. That's not rhett.
It sighs.
I don't mind a little spat now and again, builds character, after all!
That's not rhett.
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courier stopped moving. he stared at rh-this thing. this thing. this thing. this thing.
his ears were ringing. he felt sick. he might throw up. this was his fault. he didn’t say goodbye. rhett hated him. rhett died while hating him.
or did rhett die the day he went to jail. the day he didn’t get a single visit.
did rhett die do to couriers inaction? he had to of. this is all couriers fault.
he was nauseous and dizzy. he couldnt do anything but blame himself. he might have been crying but he couldnt tell. it would be in character for him. his disgusting terrible unforgivable character.
he should have died. IF HE DIED NOTHING BAD WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF HE DIED NOTHING BAD WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.
rhett was right. this was all his fault. if he could just live. if he could just move on.
he couldnt move on he was disgusting. he couldnt move on he was disgusting. he couldnt move on he was disgusting.
…okay. maybe-just- he was so tired. yer- yer not very good at actin’ like him. i’m. i’m gonna go.
he couldn’t tell if it was better or worse that this thing couldn’t act like rhett even a little bit.
It laughs maniacally. It's a hive of multiple different strained, pained laughs, all coming from this creature's throat like a discordant choir of agony.
Awww, you miss your friend, darling?
Such a pity. Oh well. He's mine now, and you're not getting him back! Haha!
Maybe he did die in that prison all those years ago, maybe it was because of you, maybe it was because of me, or maybe it was his own fault. Whatever the matter, he's gone.
Just like everyone else in your soppy excuse of a life.
You could always go down the same route as him you know, if you'd like.
Make a deal. You have some impeccable skin, young man. I'd love to take it for a ride.
Think about it.
Rh- the spiral snaps it's bony, long fingers and dissappears, leaving a plume of blue smoke. You hear that same swarm of laughter echoing throughout your mind.
Rhett- I uh, I’m real sorry fer our fight I didn’t mean t’upset ya I just…
Courier letout a sigh as he rubbed his arm.
I shoulda told ya what happened t’moot but I was caught up and-and I’m sorry. it was my fault and i’m sorry.
It turned around to greet you, it's smile wide.
Courier! Darling, it's so great to see you!
How have you been? Ignoring the escher/mandelbrot sinews spilling from your head?
Haha, sorry, just a little inside joke there, don't mind me.
Don't be sorry, honey. I COULDNT CARE LESS!
It laughs. It's not rhetts laugh. That's not rhett.
It sighs.
I don't mind a little spat now and again, builds character, after all!
That's not rhett.
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