[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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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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