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Seams
Stone walls screeched in song as the light parted open, metallic footsteps softened by the contents of the reservoir. The roiling shadow stood directly beneath the Great Charter Stone, waiting. Expectant. As the figure approached the centre, the facade of the their discontent melted away, to give in to a pointed, relaxed smile.
'You have misbehaved much, haven't you?' happily said the figure, admiring the frankly unacceptable state of their surroundings.
Mouthpiece snarled. 'I know what you're here for. Get on with it.'
The figure's eyes snapped to them, while their head remained perfectly still, stilted at an awkward angle.
'And what would that be?'
The ghost's eyes narrowed.
'You fucking know what it is, you-'
Their throat froze in place, as the figure continued to examine them. Snapping their head to face Mouthpiece, they walked up to stand immediately before them, the clothed being towering over Mouthpiece as still as a statue.
Mouthpiece dropped to their knees, their body straining in flickers as they attempted to move. A soft whimper escaped their lips, a strange, dissonant sound.
'*Please*'
Piercing, burning eyes snapped down to the kneeling ghost.
'You still haven't voiced your wish, though.'
The creature reeled.
'END THIS' they spoke, the timbre of their tone splitting into disconnected things. Voices.
'FREE US- ME- FROM THIS. FROM EVERYONE. LET ME GO AWAY.'
'Oh, that.' the figure mused. 'I can do that.'
The Augur descended in an instant, water splashing as the two figures fell to the reservoir floor. Sharpened claws tore into spectral insides, all of a sudden growing less and less ephemeral. The ghost screeched in pain, voices separating, straining to break free.
Faces broke through the inky mist, only to sink into oblivion again; a half-mask, a square head, a rat mask, yellow glasses. Having ripped the rib-cage open, the Augur began gorging on the entrails, blood splattering as they savoured the flesh. Fat, muscle, and bone unravelled in stringy pieces, as the figure continued to scream in agony, limbs and joints splitting, contorting, and merging; orange and black skin, woolen hands, blue shirt, red sweater, and ink - so, so much black, bitter ink. Remnants of the Mason oozed in taloned hands for brief moments before being consumed - countless, immeasurable, spiteful voices. The Augur's smile grew a little, gazing lovingly at the flailing soon-to-be corpse.
'I get it, I really get it. The brightest light hurts when all you know is darkness. But it was not your choice, and I'm rather sad I could not witness them before the fall myself. You were far too selfish, my beloved - all too fitting, so consider this your reward.'
Mouthpiece's vision grew hazy, as their parts were chewed and swallowed one by one. Ugly; so, so ugly. The Augur's tongue wrapped around Mouthpiece's head as they bit down, mist crumbling into golden ichor. It hurts, hurts to see yourself; always, everywhere. Sensing the hurt, the pain, the Augur smiled in exultation. Two bodies intertwined, a lone, gleeful fire consumed the hateful, bitter remnants of everyone, everything. Sorry. I couldn't take us all down together.
No time at all later, the Augur stood up, licking their teeth and lips clean with their forked tongue. Looking around, they wrapped their arms around themselves to contain the sheer ecstasy of all that they now witnessed, all the hatred and pain now swallowed and digested. Standing up, the Augur's wide, wild grin calmed down into a controlled, innocent smile.
'Well' the Augur mused to themselves, looking up at the uncut aqueduct walls 'I believe there is work to do.'
They say the misfortune of others tastes like honey; but that is not the whole story. It is the struggle, the potential for happiness, that sweetens the pain - for the utmost showcase of power, the greatest mastery of the flame, is to smother it.
MILO ART WHO CHEERED RAAAAAH
just started playing outer wilds with @doctor4t for the first time (and with the multiplayer mod)
so far we have:
-died to ghost matter
-died to the campfire
-flew into the sun
-flew into the sun
-ejected the ship controller and got stranded on a planet
-fell into a black hole and flew into the sun
go back to flight school icarus
ATTENTION ALL BRAIN ROT CONTENT SMP FOLLOWERS!!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️
@cherubicroses and @tater-noodle are making a Fanzine for CSMP called "Floral Occultism" and need help from talented and passionate members of the community! They're taking apps to help via the form linked below!
GO FORTH AND BE CREATIVE
he is extremely chuckable. 10/10 plushie no notes.