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the deep sea is a haunted house; a
place in which things that ought not
to exist move about in the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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an ache throbs in the pits of his stomach, hungry, beady eyes darting across the shoreline—watching, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
his stomach convulses, a gurgling noise bubbling up from the depths of his throat, and shortly after, some sludge-like substance is regurgitated onto the floor.
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this one was wittier than most; the Thing couldn't help but get a kick out of it. slowly, a sharp smile creeps its way across his stolen face, and something akin to amusement begins to flourish inside of his rotten chest.
it comes out in the form of phlegmy cackle, beady +
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[ slowly, a smile cracks across his stolen face, unnaturally wide and sharp. there's something that crawls its way from out of his throat, a gurgling sound meant to be a laugh. ]
you won't be for much longer if you choose to be stupid.
most likely the former, but luckily for her, the Thing has had his fill. it'll be enough to hold him off... for 𝘯𝘰𝘸, at least.
"for the same reason you approached me—curiosity. such a simple, dangerous emotion, wouldn't you agree?"
His sudden interest in her is interesting in itself. Sizing her up to eat? Or perhaps something else? She's unsure. So naturally, she'll ask.
"Why do you look at me this way?"
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"𝘰𝘩, i see." it's a nasty sound, his voice, crawling its way out from the depths of his throat. beady green eyes stare Q down, his stolen face splitting into a wide grin, the light reflecting off rows of razor-like teeth.
"i'll save you some time. there's no point in looking +








