Me: ...I am now convinced when I feel bugs on me but there aren't any bugs that what I'm feeling is actually the ghosts of bugs I've killed help
Friend: Mildly terrifying.
Friend: Actually very terrifying, erasing from memory.
Me: DUDE WHAT IF ALL THE SQUIRRELS YOU'VE KILLED ARE STILL WITH YOU
Friend: I wonder if that's why Flap stares at the corner, she's corralling all the squirrel souls.
Me: oh god asjdkjskad hurkdljdkfa
Friend: I asked her while she's laying out on the bed all princess paws. She blinked slowly and just turned to look out the window.
Friend: All this time I thought she was just a bitch...
Me: She's fucking tired from herding everything you've ever fucking killed.
Me: It's why Zug's so batshit insane.
Friend: New headcanon creatures, soul shepard animal things.
Friend: "Bitch, I'm protecting you from shit, where is my tuna?"
Me: They're our last line of defense between our lives and the hungry, vengeful, betrayed spiders we've been killing all our lives.
Me: If your cat wakes you up while you're sleeping by crawling all over your face.
Me: You know some undead spiders was about to fuckin nest in yo eyesockets oh praise jesus this is fucking terrifying we're making it worse.
Me: I am legit curled up in a ball in the middle of my sofa eyes wide with terror very freaked out now.