Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170811202859/@comment-26120744-20170812011406

And the unreality pressed ever forward, each time making Bill's bubble of existence a little bit smaller.

The Final Ones were not cunning swindlers, they did not speak or attempt to communicate for their language was anathema to all things sane, but an unspoken offer existed merely in their presence.

Here stood entities that embodied a level of weirdness, of utter bizzare abandon that not even Bill's nightmare realm could match. Entities that, by that logic, could be argued to be what Bill once thought of himself as.

And perhaps it was the corruption of the Maiden talking, but a thought slipped in. Just a minor consideration: ''why fight the very thing I want? Sure I don't understand it now, but joining them seems to have the side effect of understanding.''