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"I can be different, I can't be puppeted"
some of thir first lyrics they had ever written. but they were silenced. they were puppeted. a binding spell ridding them of control but making sure they could see and feel every minute of it , exactly as if they were in control. but they weren't in control. fucking odalia was ordering thrm around. they were stripped of control.
but they could see
they saw as this creature, this monster, did something to odalia. killing her? "quitee possibly" they thought. they knew this creature was belos. they didn't want to think it was though
because that would mean admitting what's coming next.
they could feel.
they could feel as belos swarmed into their body, thousands of tiny hands ripping them apart and using them as a shell, almost as if they were being unzipped and used as a husk.
they dint want to be used as a husk. they already had no will.
but now this moster is clawing his way into their body and they could feel every second of it. asthey were pressed open but couldnt keep it all in their boydy so it came out of their eyes in stinging tears of this sickly black goop that hurt so fucking bad but they couldn't scream. no. they just froze
god, theyre such a fucking idiot
thousands of hands invading them. they had no control of themself. they needed their control back
but they didn't fight for it.
they just froze.
god, why did they freeze like that?
their entire vision went purely dark. they could vaugely hear words their vocal cords were producing. but they felt suffocated. how could they talk if they were so suffocated?
they weren't talking. they couldn't be talking.
belos was talking.
but they just waited
and waited.
waited
waited
until the space got bigger. still goopy. still weird. but not suffocating. ot at least, not as suffocating. they were stll stuck in one place
they didn't have their violin. they had one last hope
they started with a gentle humming just to regain themself
then, with the strongest voice they could muster
"where do we go when the river's running slow?
where do we run when the cat's kill one by one"
then, their voice fell off.
and they
gave
up.