Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20180424021225/@comment-26120744-20180428171838

“Don’t move and increase cloaking frequency.” RT Betty orders.

Speaking of Bete Noir....

Wherever the real one was, it was dark. So very dark, and... warm? You’d think it would be cold, but it wasn’t...

Like a egg. A womb.

Those trapped in these... things were torn apart, slowly, fell by cell, slowly taken apart and resembled in accordance with the will of deranged gods.

Their souls, their minds, remained semi-conscious of their dissasembled, sensory deprived state, but were also filled with visions of other acts. Other worlds.

A spindly creature whispering into the ear of a blue, quillled demon. A girl in a white dress and with blonde hair wandering a displaced world, left in the hands of a Time Tyrant.

A girl who casts ten shadows, one of them angry. Very angry.

The same girl running from a tsunami of vantablack fractal-waves.

A boy named John falling down a really deep pit.

And at the bottom, a king on a throne.