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Puzzle 000
Why are you like this?
[a pleasant warmth thrums from within his core. after a few seconds, he’s lulled back to sleep.

and he’s somehow made his way back home…!]
November 15, 2025 at 8:26 AM
[a brief awakening. just for a moment. hardly noticed.

it’s about 3 hours since he’d drifted off. the room has gone cold and dark.

Hershel’s too sleep-addled to really process where he is. but he’s under something soft, and is relatively comfortable despite the chill.]
November 15, 2025 at 8:26 AM
[he just wants to go home.

the dream, graciously, obliges. there’s a hitch. another cycle. scene change. reset…]
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
[it makes what happens next a little easier to stomach.

it’s not really him that snaps the cell bars like twigs. it’s not really him that bares down on Clive and tears out his intestines.

it’s not him. he can’t stop it. a staticky numbness settles over him. he doesn’t want to do this anymore.]
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
[wouldn’t it be thematically resonant, for the young man’s hubris to be his downfall?

this is all a dream, isn’t it?

wait, no—

the dissenting voices are outvoted.

Hershel isn’t really inside the hydra anymore. it’s as though he’s watching from somewhere else.]
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
[this is bad, parts of it think. I’m going to lose myself, I’m going to hurt someone—

𝘩𝘦𝘺! Clive snaps. 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱.. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!

oh, right, 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 done this. the hydra pauses, staring Clive down with every set of eyes.]
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
[the fresh scales beneath are still soft and tender, not quite ready—but the old vessel is broken, so it needs to go.

the hydra pries itself free of its prior body. half of the heads bend down to rip apart and eat the viscera left behind.]
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
[Clive drops Hershel, cackling triumphantly, and shouts some sort of command.

but Hershel’s stoped paying attention. his body feels too small; his skin too tight.

he claws and tears at his own flesh. a snake that cannot shed will die.]
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
[𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦! 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭! 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦! chants one head.

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱! 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴! 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱! cries another.

𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶!? 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶!!

𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦!

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦!

𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘈 𝘏𝘈 𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈—!!

needless to say, it all gets rather confusing.]
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
[cocoons are not meant to be broken before they are ready. the half-dozen serpent heads that erupt from his body are small and malformed.

Hershel’s perspective fragments. 𝘩𝘦 fragments.]
November 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM
[no matter how much he flails and screams and scrabbles, Hershel can’t seem to escape.

before long, the blade bites into his spine, and everything goes numb, and—

and— -]
November 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
[𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶!

𝘯𝘰! 𝘸𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩-𝘨𝘩𝘳𝘬—!! blood floods Hershel’s mouth as the blade breaks into his wind pipe.

oh god. Clive intends to take off his head.

are they looping back to the hydra thing? is that what’s happening??]
November 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
[despite Hershel’s squirming, Clive maintains an iron grip. 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦! 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭—

the blade begins to saw at Hershel’s jugular. he thrashes and shrieks.

Clive has to maneuver him into an awkward headlock to keep him pinned.]
November 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
[his arms shoot through the bars, snagging Hershel by the lapels and wrenching him in closer.

𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬.

there’s something sharp pressed to Hershel’s throat. a shiv of some kind? he frantically tries to pull away. 𝘯𝘰, 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨—!?]
November 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
[Clive tilts his head, not appearing threatened in the least. 𝘰𝘩? 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘐?

𝘯𝘰, Hershel glowers, 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦… Clive chuckles. 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵. 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳—]
November 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
[Hershel initially shrinks away, but a simmering sense of indignation causes him to rise as well.

Clive is one of the few people he has a height advantage over. it’s harder to find the man intimidating when Hershel can loom over him.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺.]
November 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
[𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵.. 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵..?

𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵? Clive stands and grips the bars tightly, eyes glinting as he glares. 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?]
November 11, 2025 at 11:50 PM
[𝘰𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺! 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵.. 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰…

𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘩?

Hershel scoots away with a grimace.]
November 11, 2025 at 11:50 PM
[that earns an incredulous snort. 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦? 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.

clink! clatter..! the chains fall away. Hershel sits up and rubs at his arms. 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴.. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.. 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥.]
November 11, 2025 at 11:50 PM
[Clive reaches through the bars and fiddles with the chains once Hershel’s within reach. 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐’𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳.

Hershel winces. 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸.]
November 11, 2025 at 11:50 PM
[Clive twists around and slips off the cot, moving to crouch by the bars separating them. 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.

Hershel warily obliges. he’s not sure what the young man is playing at, but he doesn’t think Clive would want to hurt him.

at least not anymore…]
November 11, 2025 at 11:50 PM
[in the next cell over, hanging upside down off the cot and staring with a lopsided grin, is Clive.

there are still traces of blood along his temples.

no, relax, that had just been a nightmare.

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺, Hershel responds.

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦?

𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥… 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥…]
November 11, 2025 at 11:50 PM
[this is a rather poor showing on Hershel’s part. he keeps losing picarats, and needing to start over.

are the chains magic? he thought they’d dropped the storybook theming.

𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳?

Hershel jolts at the voice.]
November 11, 2025 at 11:50 PM
[can’t really fit a two-story tall lizard into Scotland Yard, anyway…

whatever the case, the chains are rather uncomfortable, so Hershel dedicates a fair bit of effort to escaping them.

surely it’d be fine so long as he remained in the cell, right? he just had to think of it like a puzzle…]
November 10, 2025 at 7:46 PM
[Hershel wonders, a bit deliriously, what on earth they’d even charge him for. was there a precedent for giant reptiles attacking the city?

oh, right, wasn’t he supposed to be a hydra or something? the dream must’ve abandoned that thread at some point.]
November 10, 2025 at 7:46 PM