[If there's one bright side to their bodies slowly shutting down, it's that it zaps them of their strength. And the closer the child gets to the group, the more Sheila forces herself to inch away from them — and the rest of her companions. Something crunches from where she's biting her fingers. Though she drops the hand, obscuring it far too quickly to see what happened there.
Her voice is incredibly strained when she speaks, like it is taking every single ounce of the strength she has left to abstain from doing something she will regret. Her breathing is agitated.]
T-The eye. We still have the eye, right? We can eat the fucking eye.
[Or maybe they can just die. Dying sounds better than eating an eldritch child.]
[ it's so hard to concentrate on whatever it is that sheila's saying. he has to tear his eyes away from the child, and there is such a deep, aching heartbreak as he watches them offer themselves to the group. it isn't an unfamiliar feeling, of wanting to take the place of another, but...
he sucks in a sharp breath, and looks over to where harrow's neat eyeball is. ]
Yeah-- fuck. That.
[ he is team eyeball before they think about eating a child, yes. ]
[ Her mind starts to drift from her—she can scarcely hear what the others are saying as she feels life slowly leave her, staring into this child's dark eyes and feeling a mix of sorrow, pain, confusion, and worst of all, ravenous hunger.
She questions her resolve—she agreed to be here, knowing how capable of cruelty they all are—and yet when it comes this moment, where her life and her precious wish is on the line, she cannot move.Â
She could kill this child painlessly and survive, certainly cold enough to understand that, but she steadfastly considers instead that the eye might not sustain the four of them. Worth a try, but—she draws her knife again, considering, mind swimming and desperate. ]
My arm... it's already— [ She grimaces as she tries to move her fingers. ] If the eye isn't enough.
[ At least they all seem united in their foolishness. ]
[Harrow makes a miserable, whimpering noise, seeing the child's face. A little girl, sickly and scared and monstrous. The hunger wants her to take the offered hand and live, and so does the words of the note rattling in her head, but she can't do anything but push the offered hand away and lie on the ground, curling up, accepting the weakness that washes over her as she half listens to the others. It isn't so bad. It isn't so bad. And then there's a third thought, also rattling around in her brain, like some intrusive thought, going - What. Um. Yuck. Okay, don't just lie down half vored and die, please, you weirdo? Get up and - ugh - snack on that nasty eyeball, I guess.
Tears still rolling down her cheeks against her will, she'll reach for the eye tucked into her corset and take a ravenous bite, letting the juices and jelly of it flow down her chin. She wants to keep going, and her hands are trembling a little, but she'll hold it out to the others to take their bites, too. Immediately once it's gone, if the hunger remains, she's licking at her chin, at the blood and gore on her arms.]
[the child whines, when harrow pushes their hand away. collapses down with them, watches them helplessly.
the eye does nothing - it's delicious, it's the best thing you've ever tasted, but it does nothing for the hunger that overwhelms you. it almost makes it worse, to know you're so close to what you need. you're fading. your breathing slows. it isn't enough.
each of them feel a hand, gripping at theirs, desperate, and that tinny voice warbles, sobs, no, don't leave me too --
the four of them wake, disoriented, in individual cages, side by side. the doors to the cages are unlocked and easily opened. in front of them is a paper bag with eye holes, resting on the ground.
if they can manage to pull themselves to their feet, there is a circle on the floor, fluctuating between eight different colors. they will find if they step into this circle, they will be teleported back to the base.
along with the serious injuries they have sustained during this adventure, the four items they retrieved, and the trauma of having to decide to vore or be vored, they will find that they are missing one important memory for a full week.]
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Her voice is incredibly strained when she speaks, like it is taking every single ounce of the strength she has left to abstain from doing something she will regret. Her breathing is agitated.]
T-The eye. We still have the eye, right? We can eat the fucking eye.
[Or maybe they can just die. Dying sounds better than eating an eldritch child.]
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he sucks in a sharp breath, and looks over to where harrow's neat eyeball is. ]
Yeah-- fuck. That.
[ he is team eyeball before they think about eating a child, yes. ]
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She questions her resolve—she agreed to be here, knowing how capable of cruelty they all are—and yet when it comes this moment, where her life and her precious wish is on the line, she cannot move.Â
She could kill this child painlessly and survive, certainly cold enough to understand that, but she steadfastly considers instead that the eye might not sustain the four of them. Worth a try, but—she draws her knife again, considering, mind swimming and desperate. ]
My arm... it's already— [ She grimaces as she tries to move her fingers. ] If the eye isn't enough.
[ At least they all seem united in their foolishness. ]
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Tears still rolling down her cheeks against her will, she'll reach for the eye tucked into her corset and take a ravenous bite, letting the juices and jelly of it flow down her chin. She wants to keep going, and her hands are trembling a little, but she'll hold it out to the others to take their bites, too. Immediately once it's gone, if the hunger remains, she's licking at her chin, at the blood and gore on her arms.]
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the eye does nothing - it's delicious, it's the best thing you've ever tasted, but it does nothing for the hunger that overwhelms you. it almost makes it worse, to know you're so close to what you need. you're fading. your breathing slows. it isn't enough.
each of them feel a hand, gripping at theirs, desperate, and that tinny voice warbles, sobs, no, don't leave me too --
and then everything fades to black.
harrowhark, takeru, vira, and sheila are dead.]
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the four of them wake, disoriented, in individual cages, side by side. the doors to the cages are unlocked and easily opened. in front of them is a paper bag with eye holes, resting on the ground.
if they can manage to pull themselves to their feet, there is a circle on the floor, fluctuating between eight different colors. they will find if they step into this circle, they will be teleported back to the base.
along with the serious injuries they have sustained during this adventure, the four items they retrieved, and the trauma of having to decide to vore or be vored, they will find that they are missing one important memory for a full week.]
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THEIR BABY AHHHH]
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