Wearily, the boy turned around, absentmindedly clutching at the crucifix around their neck with a sigh. At least it was over now. They could go home.
There was something else out there with them.
It was on the other side of the yard, but in the dark was the outline of something, indistinct gray silhouetted against dense black, dark teeth glinting dangerously in some area that Mark couldn’t track because they couldn’t see it but— but oh God oh fuck there was something there—
(And a part of them knew that something was hungry.)
Mark was right. In the worst way possible, all that uneasiness and the sensation of being watched— it was right. There was something watching him. Stalking him. Sizing him up. Observing every movement, every double-take and nervous, hesitant twitch, every vulnerability in his movements, in his thoughts. A predator, observing prey, waiting to strike.
And the fact that it’d only revealed itself now meant that it’d found the opportunity to do just that.
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Mark Bernard and Cecil Iglesias are best friends. That's a fact, as immutable as the fear a child feels when faced with death.
chapter one of Shattered Glass Angel is out! this one's a collaboration with @mythicandco (@the-professional-cocomeloner) for our OC multiverse, The Many Hungry Teeth Of God. we've been working on this one for a while, and we're very excited to finally get this out. if you like identity horror, religious horror, and/or horribly codependent platonic relationships, this one's for you.
enjoy! leave a comment if you liked it, or have something to say, please. happy new year, folks. here's to new beginnings.
