[ the beginning of the memory had been rough, with the other kid's tears over his dead little brother touching a nerve that's still raw after last week and rewatching some of his own memories. the rest after that...
well, the thing about the horrible egg is that, as little sense as its appearance or even its existence made, it was still just a thing that was physically there in front of you, and it could be killed pretty straightforwardly as long as you were strong enough. there were no haunted picture books, no reaching into... whatever the fuck that picture was. ]
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well, the thing about the horrible egg is that, as little sense as its appearance or even its existence made, it was still just a thing that was physically there in front of you, and it could be killed pretty straightforwardly as long as you were strong enough. there were no haunted picture books, no reaching into... whatever the fuck that picture was. ]
What the hell was that?