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UNHOLY DISORDER
[Something is wrong with the room you are in.
At first blush, it seems normal enough. It's nicely furnished, lavish dark oak, brass and a rich green drapery and carpet. Except in the middle of the room, a simple glass box sits wrapped in chains. Inside, a heart rocks back and forth as it beats, chambers constricting and relaxing around air.
But the more you look around, you might notice that the rafters beyond the brass lamps are made of bone, spine connecting them all. You might notice that the binding on all of the books seems to be an unusual leather. You might notice that teeth have been used as nails.
You almost can't help but notice the strange ... give... under your feet. Whatever is under the carpet seems almost spongy.
You know, instinctively, that the heart is in danger.
But so are you.]
At first blush, it seems normal enough. It's nicely furnished, lavish dark oak, brass and a rich green drapery and carpet. Except in the middle of the room, a simple glass box sits wrapped in chains. Inside, a heart rocks back and forth as it beats, chambers constricting and relaxing around air.
But the more you look around, you might notice that the rafters beyond the brass lamps are made of bone, spine connecting them all. You might notice that the binding on all of the books seems to be an unusual leather. You might notice that teeth have been used as nails.
You almost can't help but notice the strange ... give... under your feet. Whatever is under the carpet seems almost spongy.
You know, instinctively, that the heart is in danger.
But so are you.]
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a thing. A thing that makes him linger there.
It hurts. He hurts.
Metallic tinge feels his mouth and its with a startled yep he steps back from the wall. One hand going to wipe at his nose that is bleeding - so, so much, so quickly. Why? But.
Unfortunately. He's stupid and an empath and unless no one's stopping him (yet) he's still looking for the voice - the
He goes back to the books, trying to pick up the one he dropped. ]
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Your fingers brush against the book, touching the skin it is bound in... your mind opens again, pouring into the miasma of suffering.
Except... it recognizes you this time. You are a little too in tune. A little too much like an echo of their own wailing and screaming.
The book twists in your hands, and a mouth forms in the skin. It begins to devour your hand. Then forearm, and then elbow. It draws you into the pages, into its story..
After all. You belong there. ]
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[ Okay, who cares about the books screaming now it's HIS TURN TO SCREAM and also try to like somehow shove himself away from a book that is -
that's not working his hand is gone and then his forearm and, he doesn't want to be part of that story he doesn't - ]
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[ going to reach for Phoenix to pull him back ]
You can't have him! [ to. the book but also ] C'monnn.
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- But she gets to him just before the teeth would close on his head and neck, before his mind would join.
With one amazing heave, he is pulled wetly from whatever was inside.
What side of him was in the book is now stained with words that make no sense and mean nothing. A literary scream.]
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Okay, familiar is not the right word. But it sure is ironic. Like being pulled into another life, another make believe world except -
He can feel their pain like its his own, from the crazy loud voices. He is one of them - wherever they are he belongs there. He has to. He's pulled and pulled and the story becomes his own, the pain becomes his own. Words and stories and lives tear and etch and then -
He hears Buttercup in a distant way, unreachable. Unable to truly be known because she is there and he is here and now -
Now, in the last moment, before he can be pulled he's back and gasping for air, the scream is still in his throat and the book is dropped. Forgotten (fully). But the lingering feeling doesn't loosen.]
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[ Where am I? He means to say. Not here. This is wrong. This is all wrong, those melancholy voices scream and his throat feels raw as he turns wildly to Buttercup. ]
Here. [ He's here. That's right. With them. ] Right - I'm sorry - I don't.
Don't touch the books.
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[ she kind of. fidgets with her hands unsure what to do. comfort? what's that? ]
So, like, you good now?