[ 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. ]
But yeah this is no bueno either. Richie is weathering it better than he had yesterday, even muttering a small "fucking come on" when the show started. He looks to Fidelio with a grimace, stomach twisting. Figures they'd save the one about grieving a dead sibling for the guy getting hernias watching his own baby brother bleed all over the place last week.]
Good question. [Imagine having all the answers. Imagine having a cosmic bestiary, complete with a five step guide on how to scrub every big and nasty being that ever was and ever will be.] We never got the whole picture. Just enough to put some pieces together. Take a run at it.
It's a killer, though. I'll tell you that much. Likes to spook and corner little kids. Sometimes adults, though that's a different story.
Neither did I, until that point. [Richie takes a breath.] I didn't remember I had seen it, until I came back to my hometown just before my unfortunate demise.
It's not...there's nothing like it anywhere else, where I'm from. Not that I've found. No magic, no monsters. Just men who act like them at times.
This thing came from somewhere else. And it made itself a little home and it fed itself at leisure. You didn't know it was there unless it came for you, and most people didn't make it once it did.
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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?
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But yeah this is no bueno either. Richie is weathering it better than he had yesterday, even muttering a small "fucking come on" when the show started. He looks to Fidelio with a grimace, stomach twisting. Figures they'd save the one about grieving a dead sibling for the guy getting hernias watching his own baby brother bleed all over the place last week.]
Good question. [Imagine having all the answers. Imagine having a cosmic bestiary, complete with a five step guide on how to scrub every big and nasty being that ever was and ever will be.] We never got the whole picture. Just enough to put some pieces together. Take a run at it.
It's a killer, though. I'll tell you that much. Likes to spook and corner little kids. Sometimes adults, though that's a different story.
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It's not...there's nothing like it anywhere else, where I'm from. Not that I've found. No magic, no monsters. Just men who act like them at times.
This thing came from somewhere else. And it made itself a little home and it fed itself at leisure. You didn't know it was there unless it came for you, and most people didn't make it once it did.
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...That friend of yours still around?
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Bill? Yeah. [As far as he knows. Can't speak for the moments after. Fifty fifty odds, if he's lucky.] He was with me when I passed.
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