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Bathic !!1oQZB1czRDh ID:H/KoM3Yr Sun 17 Mar 2024 10:46:35 No.5953656 View View Report

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"Can you say that for sure?"

WHAT? YES.

"You've been developing rapidly. Could you do all the things you do a month ago?"

I... I HAVE A HIGHLY SORCEROUS BLOODLINE! IT'S NOT WEIRD THAT I...

"It's not about the cause. It's what you do. You warp people around yourself. You see into them. You tell him one day that you killed Richard with a knife and you tell him the next day that you saw God and in between those you possess a man. You tried to kill him with a worm."

NO I DIDN'T! THAT WASN'T ME! THAT WAS THE RED STUFF!

"You killed Richard with a knife, and you drank the blood of the WYRM, and it caused you to try to kill him with the giant worm you tamed."

I THINK YOU'RE LEAVING OUT THAT RICHARD TOLD ME TO KILL HIM SO I WASN'T— I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING WRONG— IT'S NOT LIKE I'D STAB GIL WITH A KNIFE OR— IF SOMEBODY TRIED TO STAB GIL WITH A KNIFE I'D EXPLODE THEM! HE HAS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!"

"Did you always use to threaten to explode people?" Teddy rubs his nose. "It's not about posing a danger to him. It's about you. What might become of you. What you might become. What is becoming of you... what you are becoming. Maybe."

FOR THE LAST TIME I AM NOT PAGAN. I DO NOT GO AROUND TURNING INTO THINGS TEDDY. UNLESS YOU MEAN INTO AN EVER MORE BELOVED HEROINE.

"I'm just answering the question. He is scared about not comprehending you. He is scared about what could be in store for you and for him. He is scared about the WYRM inside you and he is angry he did not have the courage to remove it. Do you see how these could factor in to your current state?"

...
...MAYBE

"That's all. Do you want help?"

NO! I SAID I COULD... I CAN GET OUT MYSELF! (But it is warm inside you, and so heavy, and fog still swirls in there.) LEAVE ME ALONE! I— I— YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME LIKE YOU GOT RID OF GIL!

"I assume you're just looking for a response."

NO I'M NOT! YOU LURED HIM INTO... AND YOU TIED HIM UP AND THREW HIM IN THE OCEAN! HOW DID YOU EVEN... HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE GOO! HOW DID YOU UNGOO HIM?

"He is the ocean. And he's still goo. The spirit needn't match the flesh."

UH OKAY BUT ISN'T HE ACTUALLY BEETLES RIGHT NOW? ARE THE BEETLES MADE OF GOO?

Teddy has to think about that one. "He doesn't know."

DON'T YOU KNOW THINGS?

"Not about that."

You look and look and look and look down at the top of Teddy's head. ARE YOU GOING TO BE HERE FOREVER? I MEAN IN GIL'S HEAD.

"As long as I'm serving a purpose, I will be. If I'm not, I won't." Teddy's voice is deeper than Gil's, even, unvarying. "I think it will be a good while before I have no purpose."

GREAT.

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Bathic !!1oQZB1czRDh ID:A23gTW4T Fri 26 May 2023 10:46:46 No.5673251 View View Report

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"Fuck off! We're fine! Uh, we should probably get moving," she says sotto voice to you.

As if you needed to be convinced. Madrigal, who has to tug her spear back out, lags a few beats behind you: you could outspeed her if you hustled, catching up with Pat, who despite having murdered you would still be a more pleasant conversationalist. Except you're worried, now, goddammit. "What do you mean? She's—" You pause. "Um, so what did you mean, personality transplant? Like she got, um, possessed, or—?"

"When did you meet her?" Madrigal says, obscured behind a gout of steam.

You try counting on your fingers and fail. (The double memories are fucking it up. And all the s-time, and that one night that never actually happened, and...) "Uh, I-I don't... a week ago? Two weeks? Somewhere in that...?"

"So you got in right when it happened, huh? Actually, did you see what did it to her? Like, was she hit on the head really hard, or..."

It takes a moment for you to respond: your attention is now split between Madrigal and trying not to squash any tubeworms underfoot. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about...?"

"Oho! Well..." You're pretty sure that Madrigal is squashing tubeworms left and right, merrily. "You see, Charlotte used to be a bitch. I am not talking normal bitch. I am a normal bitch. I am talking vicious, weapons-grade, fucking psycho bitch. Did you know she knocked the lights outta me once? This was in the Fen. Knocked my fucking lights out, then— I shit you not— dragged me into the underbrush, so nobody would find my fucking body, probably so I'd get eaten easier, then left. Just left. Strolled right on back to camp like nothing ever happened."

You try to envision Lottie doing this and find it pretty easy. "Wow."

"Yeah! Wow! This was, what, two-three weeks ago? Recent. Did you know she watched my ex-boyfriend fucking die?"

...The melting one? "Uhh... no?"

"Yeah. Ell goes a little crazy, a little suicidal, starts talking up Margo fucking Lindew. Who has a shotgun. Guess what happens. Guess who's watching, doing absolutely fuck-all."

You try to envision Lottie doing this and find it difficult. Letting somebody die? Even if it was Ellery, who (from your limited interactions) seems a bit of a jerkoff... still. "Are you sure?"

"She told me about it. And Margo Lindew died pretty soon after that, in suspicious fucking circumstances, by the way. Those are just a few tiny samples from fucking months of her being an insane bitch— have you seen her file? I'm guessing you haven't seen her file. Has she told you about the queen thing?"

"What?"

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Bathic !!1oQZB1czRDh ID:40Q0Ehom Tue 11 Oct 2022 11:53:05 No.5430658 View View Report

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You don't encounter a floor. Why would you? You have a few blurry seconds of comprehension, then recognition, then just enough time to formulate the words "Oh God" before Annie the worm sends up a tidal wave of goo. You have careened jaws-first into a foaming, burbling, pale-blue ocean, and as even as Annie's weight and momentum slices through the muck you realize your instinctive gulp of air won't last forever. It is only getting darker. The goo is only getting more viscous. You have no means of knowing whether anybody else is still hanging on, or if they're floundering elsewhere. Or still a bloody pulp— you hear water can do that, if you hit it from high enough. And goo's thicker.

You are not positive thinking very hard right now because you can't breathe or see well and the chest-thing is slipping into your lungs. You are absolutely sure it could breathe for you if you let it. You're sure it could do more than that. Damn it. Damn it! You tug anxiously at the worm-tendrils but Annie is incapable of turning around— too heavy, too fast. Or she's being tugged. You don't know. You don't know if you want to. You don't think this was a very good idea after all. You just—

—stop moving. The goo constricts around you, then swells (you can hear the stretching) into a massive cavity, and then it's the whole world that follows suit— there is a distinct smell of candle wax—

-

You are standing. Everyone else is standing, too. (Except for Annie, you guess. You can feel her nestled just under your feet.) You are not where you were, though to be fair you're not sure where exactly you were. You're not sure where here is, either. It looks big. High-ceilinged. Windows let in moonlight. There are loads of fish-headed people on the—

Oh, damn, it's somewhere pagan. Some sort of wicked shrine or temple or something. Great. Did Arledge orchestrate this? Are you going to be induced into some pagan cult? You glare at him.

To his credit, if he did orchestrate this, he's hiding it very well. Everybody seems equally dazed. Lucky spits a mouthful of goo onto the floor and wipes his lips. "Well, that was unpleasant."

"I-I-I-I kind of thought something like this would happen..." Gil is rubbing his forehead. "But... yeah. I-I don't know what the shit all this is, but at least the door's around here somewhere, um, I think. I-It'd make sense..."

"Would it?"

"Yes," Arledge says. "And may I suggest you keep your skepticism to a—"

"That can't be it," you say. "...Can it?"

You are pointing. In the center of the hall lies a great stone altar, and directly behind the altar lies a door. It isn't attached to anything at all.

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