- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I mean, it doesn't bother me. But it bothers them, doesn't it? The things that aren't us. That's my theory as to why they keep manifesting these distorted parodies of our own organic functions. As if to say, 'can't you see that this is what you are, you gross, disgusting meat-puppet?' When I found the House it was halfway through the process of digesting its owners, and by that point the house was meat. Walls like stomach sides dripping juices that burned my skin, furniture turned tumorous with fleshy sacs. The owners were still technically alive at that point - the most painful thing I've ever seen in the course of this job was the flicker of hope in their eyes when they saw me arrive, thinking I could save them, unaware that their bodies were half gone and they would die soon after the house could no longer keep them alive. So I told them it would be okay, I found the House's heart, and I stabbed it. Then I watched as it bled to death, and its occupants with it.
I took a while recovering from that one.
This and the anatomy quote are some of my favorite small little bits - I think you've really expanded on that vibe in a fascinating way and pulled in a lot of other stuff, and it's great.