*I'm not even sure what *I* could do, let alone you..*
November 27, 2025 at 12:51 PM
*I'm not even sure what *I* could do, let alone you..*
*We'd rather do it alone so you wouldn't have to, anyways.*
November 25, 2025 at 6:39 PM
*We'd rather do it alone so you wouldn't have to, anyways.*
*It's fine, I'll just.. find them and make them stop.*
November 25, 2025 at 6:28 PM
*It's fine, I'll just.. find them and make them stop.*
(A sharp pain running through them both.)
*That's making them react...*
*That's making them react...*
November 25, 2025 at 6:05 PM
(A sharp pain running through them both.)
*That's making them react...*
*That's making them react...*
*Descole has forgotten something.. or someone...*
November 25, 2025 at 5:54 PM
*Descole has forgotten something.. or someone...*
(One thought nips at theirs and @formerdetective.bsky.social's mind, however.
One name they've forgotten. Someone that was once here, now isn't.)
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One name they've forgotten. Someone that was once here, now isn't.)
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November 25, 2025 at 5:26 PM
(One thought nips at theirs and @formerdetective.bsky.social's mind, however.
One name they've forgotten. Someone that was once here, now isn't.)
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One name they've forgotten. Someone that was once here, now isn't.)
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*Pensars mi culo.*
November 25, 2025 at 5:05 PM
*Pensars mi culo.*
It—it tried to pull me over, but I think I severed its arm by escaping with Hershel...
I took his offer..
I took his offer..
November 14, 2025 at 2:23 PM
It—it tried to pull me over, but I think I severed its arm by escaping with Hershel...
I took his offer..
I took his offer..
(They begin to cry, struggling to look away from him.)
I-I've gone and scared you again.. just like all those years ago..
I-I've gone and scared you again.. just like all those years ago..
November 11, 2025 at 7:29 AM
(They begin to cry, struggling to look away from him.)
I-I've gone and scared you again.. just like all those years ago..
I-I've gone and scared you again.. just like all those years ago..
(Desmond tore his gaze away ever so slightly, hugging himself in shame.)
.. It's me.
Hershel let me take a turn, like we used to.
.. It's me.
Hershel let me take a turn, like we used to.
November 11, 2025 at 7:13 AM
(Desmond tore his gaze away ever so slightly, hugging himself in shame.)
.. It's me.
Hershel let me take a turn, like we used to.
.. It's me.
Hershel let me take a turn, like we used to.
*I'm sorry for doing this to you again... Even when I said I wouldn't.. There was too much desperation.*
(When he looked up, he saw Simon again. Probably wondering about Hershel..)
(When he looked up, he saw Simon again. Probably wondering about Hershel..)
November 11, 2025 at 6:55 AM
*I'm sorry for doing this to you again... Even when I said I wouldn't.. There was too much desperation.*
(When he looked up, he saw Simon again. Probably wondering about Hershel..)
(When he looked up, he saw Simon again. Probably wondering about Hershel..)
*That's.. interesting... I never thought to create a space in your mind.*
(Desmond exhales as he takes control of Hershel's body, as if he was holding his breath. Their fingers move slowly. It was an odd feeling, knowing you're in your own body... yet not.)
*I can feel again..*
(Desmond exhales as he takes control of Hershel's body, as if he was holding his breath. Their fingers move slowly. It was an odd feeling, knowing you're in your own body... yet not.)
*I can feel again..*
November 10, 2025 at 7:38 PM
*That's.. interesting... I never thought to create a space in your mind.*
(Desmond exhales as he takes control of Hershel's body, as if he was holding his breath. Their fingers move slowly. It was an odd feeling, knowing you're in your own body... yet not.)
*I can feel again..*
(Desmond exhales as he takes control of Hershel's body, as if he was holding his breath. Their fingers move slowly. It was an odd feeling, knowing you're in your own body... yet not.)
*I can feel again..*
*I'm not.. sure. I would bury my identity when it was time to give you a turn.*
November 10, 2025 at 5:12 PM
*I'm not.. sure. I would bury my identity when it was time to give you a turn.*
*Very.. strange... I see through your eyes, hear through your ears, but I cannot do much else.. I am floating.*
*...*
*Was that... Simon..?*
*...*
*Was that... Simon..?*
November 10, 2025 at 11:54 AM
*Very.. strange... I see through your eyes, hear through your ears, but I cannot do much else.. I am floating.*
*...*
*Was that... Simon..?*
*...*
*Was that... Simon..?*
*I don't.. know...*
*Are we.. even real... to begin with..?*
*Are we.. even real... to begin with..?*
November 10, 2025 at 7:04 AM
*I don't.. know...*
*Are we.. even real... to begin with..?*
*Are we.. even real... to begin with..?*
*.....*
*I.. can... hear you..*
*I.. can... hear you..*
November 10, 2025 at 6:56 AM
*.....*
*I.. can... hear you..*
*I.. can... hear you..*
(There was silence in return of silence. The man was dead, after all... wasn't he?
There was nothing waiting for them. No one to greet with open arms.
Simply the vast void of nonexistence. Right..?)
There was nothing waiting for them. No one to greet with open arms.
Simply the vast void of nonexistence. Right..?)
November 10, 2025 at 6:49 AM
(There was silence in return of silence. The man was dead, after all... wasn't he?
There was nothing waiting for them. No one to greet with open arms.
Simply the vast void of nonexistence. Right..?)
There was nothing waiting for them. No one to greet with open arms.
Simply the vast void of nonexistence. Right..?)
I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry... I think I wanted to fade away for so long.. That now I don't know what I want.
(The hand that Hershel holds unfolds as well. Their body slowly sinks down against his skin, as if it's assimilating into one. Desmond is simply vanishing, as if he never was.)
I don't.. kn.
(The hand that Hershel holds unfolds as well. Their body slowly sinks down against his skin, as if it's assimilating into one. Desmond is simply vanishing, as if he never was.)
I don't.. kn.
November 10, 2025 at 6:32 AM
I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry... I think I wanted to fade away for so long.. That now I don't know what I want.
(The hand that Hershel holds unfolds as well. Their body slowly sinks down against his skin, as if it's assimilating into one. Desmond is simply vanishing, as if he never was.)
I don't.. kn.
(The hand that Hershel holds unfolds as well. Their body slowly sinks down against his skin, as if it's assimilating into one. Desmond is simply vanishing, as if he never was.)
I don't.. kn.
(In a fit of desperation, he reaches for Hershel. The other arm is nothing but a stringy limb.)
November 9, 2025 at 2:19 PM
(In a fit of desperation, he reaches for Hershel. The other arm is nothing but a stringy limb.)
Wh—what..?
Who... what.. am I..?
(He falls to his knees as the transforming goes up to his shoulder.)
Who... what.. am I..?
(He falls to his knees as the transforming goes up to his shoulder.)
November 8, 2025 at 1:28 PM
Wh—what..?
Who... what.. am I..?
(He falls to his knees as the transforming goes up to his shoulder.)
Who... what.. am I..?
(He falls to his knees as the transforming goes up to his shoulder.)
...
Wh-where is it pulling...?
(An image is put to his mind. Of the being and his rotting body. It's as if it never let go of him. Eons upon eons as one. Pieces of Desmond's mind crackle under the pressure; quite literally. The floor is soon littered with glass fragments that resembles his head.)
Wh-where is it pulling...?
(An image is put to his mind. Of the being and his rotting body. It's as if it never let go of him. Eons upon eons as one. Pieces of Desmond's mind crackle under the pressure; quite literally. The floor is soon littered with glass fragments that resembles his head.)
November 8, 2025 at 1:26 PM
...
Wh-where is it pulling...?
(An image is put to his mind. Of the being and his rotting body. It's as if it never let go of him. Eons upon eons as one. Pieces of Desmond's mind crackle under the pressure; quite literally. The floor is soon littered with glass fragments that resembles his head.)
Wh-where is it pulling...?
(An image is put to his mind. Of the being and his rotting body. It's as if it never let go of him. Eons upon eons as one. Pieces of Desmond's mind crackle under the pressure; quite literally. The floor is soon littered with glass fragments that resembles his head.)
(Desmond smiles faintly, as a way to comfort the two. Yet.. as he does, the attempt soon comes crashing back down.
His arm is wildly thrown back into the air, stripping away in strings...
Faces seem to grow on his limbs. The child, the cat... and his own face.)
W-what in the world..?
His arm is wildly thrown back into the air, stripping away in strings...
Faces seem to grow on his limbs. The child, the cat... and his own face.)
W-what in the world..?
October 30, 2025 at 10:27 PM
(Desmond smiles faintly, as a way to comfort the two. Yet.. as he does, the attempt soon comes crashing back down.
His arm is wildly thrown back into the air, stripping away in strings...
Faces seem to grow on his limbs. The child, the cat... and his own face.)
W-what in the world..?
His arm is wildly thrown back into the air, stripping away in strings...
Faces seem to grow on his limbs. The child, the cat... and his own face.)
W-what in the world..?
(Desmond's eyes widened, and he backed away.)
You'll have to remind me... what exactly is it that I've done to warrant your gratitude...
You'll have to remind me... what exactly is it that I've done to warrant your gratitude...
October 30, 2025 at 6:44 AM
(Desmond's eyes widened, and he backed away.)
You'll have to remind me... what exactly is it that I've done to warrant your gratitude...
You'll have to remind me... what exactly is it that I've done to warrant your gratitude...