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Almost against your will, something clicks in your head. Two bugs hidden away in shells stand before you. One is trapped in a doll while another is trapped inside a frostbitten corpse. It would be funny if you weren't mentally chastising yourself for comparing a friend to a random anomaly.
[UNSTABLE] ALL HUMANS WILL BE LIKE HIM SOON ENOUGH ANYWAYS. DEAD, FILLED WITH BUGS, EATEN FROM THE INSIDE OUT.
Quentin has picked up on this as well if his distant, aimless expression has anything to say. He digs into his pocket to pull out that old wallet he's had this whole mission. You have a feeling he's about to do something that'll mess with his mind hard so, as a precaution, you give him a RAW MOONSTONE CHUNK.
He takes a deep breath of the fumes radiating from it before tossing the now impotent rock to the ground. As he puts the wallet back into his pocket, SPIDER GRANNY slowly closes in. More of that foul smelling yellow mucus dribbles out of the crack of her shell.
Quentin tries not to retch as it soaks into his pants. "...THEY ABANDONED YOU, LIKE A PEST. A NUISANCE."
SPIDER GRANNY stops whatever she was planning. Her separated head and body are beginning to pull closer and closer together for some reason now; You have to make a move here. You focus on the pendant hanging inside of the nesting doll's body with your telekinesis.
It's pretty stuck in there; Your first attempt to pull it out does nothing. You try again and again, each time resulting in the same level of success: None. That's when...
>33!
You finally manage to dislodge it. You send it flying over to your hand and catch it with ease. You try to hold back your gagging as you realize it's coated in a watery, foul-smelling mucus.
The image inside of the pendant is of a husband and wife, both around their late 70s if the grey hair and wrinkled skin has anything to say. The wife's in a simple dress while the husband is in a tuxedo. An ancient, withered priest stands next to them with an old religious book in hand.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] You faintly recognize it as the 'King James Bible', a very rare antique by today's standards. She's ancient if the woman in here is her.
"NO, NO, THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT. THEY'LL COME BACK." You turn your attention back to SPIDER GRANNY. She's staring down at Quentin and while you can't read any expression due to the nesting doll's frozen face, it's clear her attention is all on him now. "THEY. THEY PROMISED."
"I'm- I'm sorry." Quentin's voice immediately loses the flat monotone it normally has. If you didn't know any better, he almost sounds...human. "I. Look. I know how it FEELS. I RE-" He struggles to KEEP sounding human, though. "Relate. I was left alone too. For a long while."
"THEY'LL COME BACK. I PREPARED ALL OF THIS FOR THEM!" SPIDER GRANNY uses her many legs to gesture towards the massive net of webbing filling the cafeteria. "A HOME FOR. FOR ME AND THEM TO. TO PLAY WITH MY GRANDKIDS AND. FEED THEM COOKIES AND. WHAT ABOUT THOSE FINE YOUNG MEN?"
