I’m starting to get into NINAH, and I just wanted to put my two cents in, because I haven’t seen anyone else consider this perspective on the pale visitor.
I don’t think he’s actually following orders, or part of anything larger. I see him as a harbinger of death, displaying a dualistic perspective on nihilism.
I think that when he’s mentioning that he’s just following orders, he intentionally mentions this after your interaction with the FEMA employee last time we interact with him. I think he’s mocking FEMA and the protag’s perspective on FEMA. If we think he’s part of something larger, will that downplay how we see him? Will we see him as any less dangerous, or fear him any less on an individual level?
He mentions that “one of your ilk is deathless,” and i saw that in a mocking tone. The protag is clinging to survival, despite the odds, and the intruder thinks that THAT’s a waste of time and proof of pride. At the end, he even says “But the outcome's always the same...You'll die. If not today, then tommorow. If not tommorow, then later...You will disappear.”
I don’t think he’s being told anything. He IS just another method of death, or even a grim reaper stereotype, and I think he’s the embodiment of murder, organized or personal. He encourages suicide, but at the end of the day, it’s murder.
Every ending seems to stem off of death in its many forms, and his being so personal and individual in a way that I don’t see a lot of people talk about. That’s my take tho :3
“Well, I needed a surname and it was the first thing that came to mind. I found that I’d become somewhat attached to it after everything. A little ironic, I suppose.”
“Regardless, everyone really has to start telling me before they visit.”
You sat in your kitchen with Sinclaire Applegate, your former sink, the current President of the United States and...maybe your boyfriend? Former boyfriend? It had been a while and you weren’t really sure what your relationship was these days. You leaned to the side to take a peek at the front door. Through the window, you could see two tall men in dark suits standing on the front porch, keeping a quiet vigil. Almost Dorian-esque. You could only imagine what the neighbors were saying.
“I mean, you’re the President you can’t just show up,” you groaned. “At least send me a text or something.”
“Didn’t I?” Sinclaire takes out his phone, briefly scrolling through it. “Ha! Can you believe it? Forgot to hit send.”
“You forgot to hit send,” you repeated flatly. “Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Mr. President?”
“Aw, come on, don’t call me that,” he replied with a chuckle. “It’s embarrassing to hear you say that.”
“Embarrassing?” You could have sworn your jaw had hit the table. “You’re the President! You showed up out of nowhere, trampled your opponents and went from a sink to the most powerful man in the country. The most popular President our country’s ever seen on top of that!”
“Well, I sort of...fell into it.”
“Tell me about it! You didn’t even show up for the inauguration. It took them, what, a month to track you down?”
“Three weeks. Just sort of slipped my mind.”
“Slipped your mind? How does becoming the president slip your mind?!”
“Sudsy keeps me busy. You know what a little rascal he is!” Sinclaire said with a shrug, taking sip of his coffee. He made a face. “Woof, this is...uh...it’s a little…”
“You can just say it’s bad. I’m still figuring out how to make it properly.” God, you missed Kopi. “I’ll ask again, though. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I just...missed this place, I suppose,” Sinclaire sighed. “Feeling a little nostalgic. I mean, I’d been here since this place was built. And then one day, I became a human and I’m just...out there.”
“How’s being human treating you, by the way?”
“It took a little getting used to, but it’s great! I mean, eating? Now, that’s a hell of a thing.”
“Oh, come on, you guys ate. I literally had meals with Mitchell. Multiple times!”
“If you’ll recall, I didn’t have a mouth. Lotta smoothies went down that drain.”
“Oh, right, I forgot about that.”
“You forgot, huh? Even after our...dental hygiene sessions?”
“Oh my God,” you sigh, pressed your palms over your eyes.
“Oh, so you can be embarrassed, huh?” Sinclaire chortled, resting his head on his hand. “That, uh, that was an experience, wasn’t it?”
“That’s….a word for it,” you reply. “I can’t believe this. At one point, I was basically spitting in the president’s mouth.”
“Well, don’t say it like that!” He reached over and playfully slapped your hand. “I didn’t have a mouth then! And I wasn’t the president!”
“Well, you are now!”
“I am and I do!”
“Do what?!”
“Have a mouth!” Sinclaire went quiet for a moment, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh, I have a mouth now.”
“Oh,” you responded, quietly. “You do.”
He stood up, leaning over the table towards you. “Lips, too.”
“You know, you had a mouth the day I Realized you, too.” You moved closer as well, a slight smile forming on your face, placing your hand on his. “I showed you how to use it and everything.”
“Oh, yeah? ...Remind me, Darling.”
Meanwhile, Sudsy snoozed quietly on the bathroom floor.
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