Despite the impossible, despite all reason and logic and instinct, she turned. None of it mattered anymore, not them or their crumbling universe, that they were supposed to know how to fix. Nothing. She was as good as dead, and as long as she had anything left, she'd use it to inflict just the same down onto pleading eyes and begging words.
I used to just draw her as a black cat a lot, most of her art is still like that, but I've been leaning away from it more and more because I wanna be more creative with her monster-like designs n such since she was never really meant to be a cat, plus I already have more than enough cat characters.
First drawing I ever did in Procreate :) Drew the sketch in Medibang initially, but then my new tablet arrived, so I used it to mess around! Colored this entirely with my finger also, lmao... cause my pen hadn't arrived yet.
Missed call after missed call and her cousin sleeping on the floor of her new place with nothing in his head and no explanation for anything, she decided to go looking herself. That woman was never far from her boy after all, so surely she had to be home by now, had to be somewhere... but something felt off about everything, and as she walked inside their home, she thought about that last call. It was answered, in technicality, but all she heard were muffled, garbled noises, and a rising static that left her ears ringing.
Their house was a mess, shattered glass strewn about the floor, picture frames ripped from where they had hung on the walls, items scattered all over, nothing was where it should be. And in the dark of what used to be a living room, legs crawled in disgusting synchronicity, and large teeth glinted from the shadows. A disembodied voice whispered in the back of her mind as she stood frozen in its presence. She wasn't going to find his mom.