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7/7/2025, 7:00:09 AM
Voices you do not recognize pound inside your head. 'Hug her'. 'Bring everyone to hug her.' 'Don't die on me, you schizo bitch'. They're not of you. Foreign intruders of your mind that pull at your strings.
Yet you are fine with being a willing puppet for these voices. You might as well humor them.
You tap away at the buttons of each and every teleporter in your possession. It'll take a moment for EVERYONE to arrive. You don't really have 'a moment' to wait.
THE GUARDIAN-
THE ARCHIVIST-
THE FUGITIVE-
THE MADWOMAN-
OF THE CITY
Nicole.
Nicole's pleading gaze drill into your soul. Waiting, begging, for your answer.
"Nonsense. You're going to be okay. I've seen you come back from worse."
"I-I'mmmm a mooonnss...monss...." She's having a hard time even stringing syllables together. "I. Too. Too l-late. I- My mind. I can't. I can't come accck."
Your gaze softens. "You're still talking to me, are you not? You're not attacking me. A monster wouldn't have the self restraint to act this rationally, would they?"
Foul, rotten liquid splatters onto the floor. Reeks of infested pus and vomit.
"I'm. Ma. Mayyy... Maybe. Maybe."
"I wan. Wanna go home."
"And you will. It's going to be okay."
The teleporters are still taking a moment to boot up. You take a deep, deep breath. The miasma rips and corrodes the inside of your mouth. What few good teeth you have are rotting away with every breath you take.
It's fine. It'll be fine.
You calmly walk up towards the shivering, confused wretch that was once your leader.
[ECSTASY OF BLOOD] She's defenseless. Place the barrel of your gun against her head. Kill her. Kill her now.
You rest your hand on what you think used to be her shoulder.
[ECSTASY OF BLOOD] This is disgraceful. You're a soldier, Sage. She failed as your leader. Execute her. Now.
She flinches at your touch. Your hand may as well be like hot coals to her.
So be it.
You tenderly drape your arms around her twisted, mutated body. Every move you make is calculated. Even something as tender as this has to be carefully
planned out to avoid a freakout.
You think you're hugging her. It's hard to tell through the miasma and how mangled her body likely is at this point.
You squeeze her as tightly as you can without crushing her.
https://youtu.be/MAkbWraske0 - LOVE FOUND ITS WAY TO HER
Her one visible eye, peeking out through a mess of stringy hair, begins to bubble with tears. A weak, choking whimper croaks out of her throat. "Wh..." Whatever she was going to ask dies in her throat almost immediately. A faint memory you thought you forgotten fades in from the deepest recess of your mind.
You were hugging your daughter. You're not sure what happened but you think some bullies were picking on her.
She was a mess. Stringy, mud-caked hair. Dried blood on her face. A black eye.
She could hardly say anything through her sobbing fits. All she wanted was her mommy to hug the pain away.
Yet you are fine with being a willing puppet for these voices. You might as well humor them.
You tap away at the buttons of each and every teleporter in your possession. It'll take a moment for EVERYONE to arrive. You don't really have 'a moment' to wait.
THE GUARDIAN-
THE ARCHIVIST-
THE FUGITIVE-
THE MADWOMAN-
OF THE CITY
Nicole.
Nicole's pleading gaze drill into your soul. Waiting, begging, for your answer.
"Nonsense. You're going to be okay. I've seen you come back from worse."
"I-I'mmmm a mooonnss...monss...." She's having a hard time even stringing syllables together. "I. Too. Too l-late. I- My mind. I can't. I can't come accck."
Your gaze softens. "You're still talking to me, are you not? You're not attacking me. A monster wouldn't have the self restraint to act this rationally, would they?"
Foul, rotten liquid splatters onto the floor. Reeks of infested pus and vomit.
"I'm. Ma. Mayyy... Maybe. Maybe."
"I wan. Wanna go home."
"And you will. It's going to be okay."
The teleporters are still taking a moment to boot up. You take a deep, deep breath. The miasma rips and corrodes the inside of your mouth. What few good teeth you have are rotting away with every breath you take.
It's fine. It'll be fine.
You calmly walk up towards the shivering, confused wretch that was once your leader.
[ECSTASY OF BLOOD] She's defenseless. Place the barrel of your gun against her head. Kill her. Kill her now.
You rest your hand on what you think used to be her shoulder.
[ECSTASY OF BLOOD] This is disgraceful. You're a soldier, Sage. She failed as your leader. Execute her. Now.
She flinches at your touch. Your hand may as well be like hot coals to her.
So be it.
You tenderly drape your arms around her twisted, mutated body. Every move you make is calculated. Even something as tender as this has to be carefully
planned out to avoid a freakout.
You think you're hugging her. It's hard to tell through the miasma and how mangled her body likely is at this point.
You squeeze her as tightly as you can without crushing her.
https://youtu.be/MAkbWraske0 - LOVE FOUND ITS WAY TO HER
Her one visible eye, peeking out through a mess of stringy hair, begins to bubble with tears. A weak, choking whimper croaks out of her throat. "Wh..." Whatever she was going to ask dies in her throat almost immediately. A faint memory you thought you forgotten fades in from the deepest recess of your mind.
You were hugging your daughter. You're not sure what happened but you think some bullies were picking on her.
She was a mess. Stringy, mud-caked hair. Dried blood on her face. A black eye.
She could hardly say anything through her sobbing fits. All she wanted was her mommy to hug the pain away.
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