That moment when you try to Cast of Amontillado someone, things go wrong, and you end up sealed behind a brick wall doomed to the fate you were going to subject someone else to...
I love the idea that certain fear entities are possessive of their hosts.
Like The Eye, it knows that having as many fingers in as many fears is a good thing in the long run. But the moment that another fear even thinks of touching someone they've got their eye on (hah), they want that Twink obliterated.
Like how both Jon and Martin could have been the Web, but the moment they entered the Institute, they belonged to the eye for better or worse.
Like Alastor made a name for himself by picking off overlords and broadcasting their screams according to Mimzi right? So how come Husk wasn't one of them?
Husk feels "comfortable" enough to get mouthy with Alastor without any backlash (except for that one time).
So what makes him so special, to avoid death by radio?
Like Alastor made a name for himself by picking off overlords and broadcasting their screams according to Mimzi right? So how come Husk wasn't one of them?
Husk feels "comfortable" enough to get mouthy with Alastor without any backlash (except for that one time).
So what makes him so special, to avoid death by radio?
How does Vox get anyone to buy into his "mind control evil peevil" bullshit?
Like anyone who's gone to hell (aka died in the time era of smart phones can tell an evil billionaire a mile away. So...
I'm assuming to be under his control you have to buy his shit.
So who is buying his shit?
Like who isn't looking at this guy and going "Hmmm this tech billionaire guy looks pretty evil, why not subjugate my whole body to him? That business partner looks nice too! Definitely not a pimp!"
Do you ever get that sensation of dreams mixing with reality?
For me it's really only happened a couple of times, but it's always been the same dream. Each time I forget that the things in the dream didn't happen.
For some context:
My grandma died from cancer, it happened almost 7 years ago.
But once I had this dream where she's alive and when I wake up I forget sometimes that she is still dead.
The dream mostly consists of her leaving her coffin, trying to tell me that she's still alive and always has been. Once she's out, wearing the clothes that I most remember her in, she tells me that she will have to go back.
Eventually.
I hold onto her so tight, I don't want her to go but I know eventually she must.
I forget months after these dreams that she never told me that, and that she has been dead for a while.
That I never had those months in the dream to hold onto her.
That she died 7 years ago, and that she didn't come back.