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Genesis 3:19



Parody account
[The fear in its eyes is almost palpable]

[they seem to be the last to disappear as its head crumbles]
March 24, 2025 at 2:55 AM
[it sees the sword, and as its torso falls, its eyes grow wide with panic]

I don’t want to die! I don’t want to!

[its voice seems less like its former rasp and more like that of a teenager]
March 24, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Henry.

Angela.

Simon.

Randall.

I don’t want to die.

[it’s crying]
March 24, 2025 at 2:44 AM
I don’t want to die.

[almost as if the very universe is denying its request, both of its legs dissolve, and it falls to the floor, pitifully]
March 24, 2025 at 2:41 AM
henry! why are you sad? i think you helped!

[it makes a motion to pat his back.]

[eyes growing wide, it looks at the dust on the ground]
March 24, 2025 at 2:38 AM
[the left arm goes as well]
March 24, 2025 at 2:30 AM
why aren’t you happy?

it’s happening! the trade! i’m healing! I’m free!
March 24, 2025 at 2:30 AM
[it doesn’t notice its right arm crumble into dust]
March 24, 2025 at 2:27 AM
[its eyes seem to gain a sort of light]

i’m back! im home!
March 24, 2025 at 2:25 AM
i feel so much lighter

it’s working! it’s finally working!

the pawn has been promoted!
March 24, 2025 at 2:23 AM
{of course it will never work. He doesn’t know. He sees what he wants, just like always}

{his time is running out. I’ll put him to rest, soon. I’m getting tired, myself}
March 24, 2025 at 2:17 AM
is it working? is it working? is the trade working? it must be

it must be
March 24, 2025 at 2:13 AM
{I have. I have, haven’t I? But it can be so hard to drop the mask. Once you’ve started, you can’t stop. The enjoyment outweighs his pain. You get in too deep.}
March 24, 2025 at 2:12 AM
[it opens its mouth to say something, anything, but a shudder goes throughout its body]
March 24, 2025 at 2:02 AM
{oh, me? how nice of you to stop by, Keats.}

{You’re right; I should have let him go. But I guess I just couldn’t deal with permanence. Just like Ghosty.}

{that’s the thing about death. eternal rest. It makes some fear it and others to crave it.}
March 24, 2025 at 1:57 AM
wₕy wₒₙ’ₜ ₜₕₑy ₗₑₜ gₒ.
dₒₙ’ₜ ₜₕₑy ₖₙₒw ₜₕₐₜ wₕₑₙ ₒₙₑ dₒₒᵣ cₗₒₛₑₛ ₐₙₒₜₕₑᵣ ₒₚₑₙₛ?!?

can’t breathe at all
March 24, 2025 at 1:50 AM
……

….ₘₐybₑ ᵢ cₒᵤₗd ₜᵣₐdₑ ₛₒₘₑₒₙₑ ₑₗₛₑ fₒᵣ yₒᵤ. yₒᵤ cₒᵤₗd bₑ fᵢₓₑd ₐₛ wₑₗ
March 24, 2025 at 1:46 AM
ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ, ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵃᵘˡᵗʸ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵈᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵒ ʷ ʳᵒⁿᵍ
March 24, 2025 at 1:43 AM
ᵢ wₐₙₜ ₜₒ ᵣₑₛₜ!
ₒₙcₑ ₜₕₑ ₜᵣₐdₑ ᵢₛ cₒₘₚₗₑₜₑ ᵢₜ wᵢₗₗ bₑ ₒᵥₑᵣ!

ᵢₜ ₕᵤᵣₜ ₛₒ ₘᵤcₕ bₒₜₕ ₜᵢₘₑₛ
wₕy cₒᵤₗdₙ’ₜ ₜₕₑy bₑ ₕₐₚₚy wᵢₜₕ wₕₐₜ ₜₕₑy ₕₐd?
March 24, 2025 at 1:41 AM
ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ. ᵘⁿᵍʳᵃᵗᵉᶠᵘˡ. ⁱᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ

ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʳᵃᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ. ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ. ᵃᵇᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ
March 24, 2025 at 1:23 AM
ᵢf ᵢₜ gₒₑₛ ᵣᵢgₕₜ
March 24, 2025 at 1:18 AM
ₜᵣₐdₑ?

yₒᵤ cₐₙ ₜᵣₐdₑ?

ₚₗₑₐₛₑ ₕₑₗₚ. ₚₗₑₐₛₑ ₕₑₗₚ
March 24, 2025 at 1:17 AM
ₑₕₑₑₕₑₑₕₑₑ!

ʸᵒᵘ. ᵗʳᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ʳᵉʲᵘᵛᵉⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ
March 24, 2025 at 1:14 AM
ₜᵣₐdₑ. ᵢ ₙₑₑd ₜₒ ₜᵣₐdₑ

[It smiles. The gunshot wound is still visible on its head, the blood both congealed and crusty]

cₐₙ yₒᵤ? yₒᵤ ₗₒₒₖ wᵢₗₗᵢₙg
March 24, 2025 at 1:10 AM
[the hammering on the door reaches a nearly steady stream of noise. a crack forms. Then another and another until a dry hand with dirt and blood under long fingernails emerges]

Wₕₒ, ᵢₙdₑₑd
March 24, 2025 at 1:05 AM