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//Not promising that I will have the motivation to commit any further, however I felt like writing tonight//
>Gaslight Her (35/20)
It is blindingly obvious, even to us that we will be unable convince the sister creature that we simply "Grew back our hand". We require another solution. We direct our body's energy towards maximizing the production of our pheromones under the host's sweat glands. The effort is monumental, however as the flood of social toxins fill the cabin the sister human begins to slow her incessant demands. The sister creature's eyes slowly begin to dilate "-Why- aren't you tell... Uh... d-dont just... hold on... Uh..." the driver seems to not notice us in the back, and seems relatively unaffected with their AC unit blowing on full and the window open. Or simply the driver human doesn't notice the pheromones over the stink of the cabin. regardless of the driver, the sister human has begun to giggle to herself, slurring her words and staring far beyond us. We know what has occurred. chemically induced altered state through prolonged exposure to our toxins rendering the conscious mind of the human in a suggestable state. or as the humans would call it "Hypnotism", regardless of the human language's ever frustrating semantics we open our host's lips to deliver a new reality, in hushed whispering tones. We delve through our host's memories of any possible combination of lies that will seem convincing to this sister human. Eventually we settle on a false reality that the school was attacked by a active shooter, the sister human and the host barely escaped by fleeing the area, however out of panic the sister human ran out of gas on the side of the road, and we were required to hitchhike to return.
>Pheromone Overdrive. Hunger Increased to Gnawing
Satisfied with our lies we cease the overdrive of our Pheromones and resume normal production, the exertion leaves us exhausted. After a few minutes the sister human appears to stir back into some form of consciousness. It seems content with the current situation has begun going into a extensive and repetitive account of the entire "Shooting" ordeal. We are unsure if it simply wishes to speak of it on it's own, or the sister human's mind attempting to convince itself of the implanted truth we have put into it's head. regardless we oblige the human sister by giving simple grunts of agreements, or nods, which it seems to accept for the most part.
It takes some number of hours to return to the city of...
