Shrike's Heart (#4)

[idolpro]

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up

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[deicider]

Cardigan.

[And if they can, they're going to dive into the hole.]

[handpuppets]

[ oh my god why do so many people want to swan dive into the hole unbidden

Your voice emerges, but the words are muffled, garbled, warped, and swallowed into the nothingness that surrounds you.

What was your name? You can't remember, anymore.

BUT BEFORE YOU YEET BODILY INTO THE HOLE YOU MIGHT HAVE A BETTER OPTION ]

[deicider]

[Don't fuckin tell C̺̹a̧͇̺̫̰͓r̖̞̺͢d͕̙͟i͉̜̞̳̗ͅg̩̭̹͕̘̯̦ą̼̭̹̹n͝ͅ what to do.

They look a little irritated at this cop-out appearing when they were just about to yeet themself into nothingness, but whatever, they'll roll with it.]