"If you're trying to scare me off, it's not working." - @diedindulvey for Dylan
for @diedindulvey
Dylan can hear the mechanical hiss of two sets of mechanical doors opening up behind him, but he does not look up from the sketchy spiraling monstrosity he has been finger-painting on the wall. His fingertips are sore from the force he applies behind the strokes and his fingers are growing caked with the blood he has been using to paint with.
Not his own this time, but that of the poor guy that disrupted his first attempt at painting what 'they' had shown him in his dreams this morning. Another disruption is soon to come, Dylan knows, but that just means more paint to finish his —
He looks over his shoulder and groans when he sees Ethan.
Dylan momentarily sways on his feet as he gets up, slamming his palm against the wall just above the head of the beast and leaving a nasty smeared hand print as he turns around to face his friend.
"You can tell them that I'm not coming with you," is all he says to acknowledge him, his expression unreadable until Ethan speaks and it twists into something a little bit hurt.
"I didn't —" he starts, suddenly very aware of the blood coating his hands and smeared along his tunic, "I am not scaring you."











