[ yeah. they are. little tiny bats. they're not like, little piranhas with wings. he meets billy's gaze, focuses on his grounding touch.
It's not that they're going to eat him. But Vecna always made animals go weird, right? That was the prelude to disaster, wasn't it? Something about rats and flesh monsters and -
God, he hates this shit. He'd rather it go back to just being text on a page. ]
Right. Appreciate that. [ because the bats are less the problem. he can hear... voices, he guesses. words almost. let us in let us in and that feels like something bad waiting to happen. ]
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It's not that they're going to eat him. But Vecna always made animals go weird, right? That was the prelude to disaster, wasn't it? Something about rats and flesh monsters and -
God, he hates this shit. He'd rather it go back to just being text on a page. ]
Right. Appreciate that. [ because the bats are less the problem. he can hear... voices, he guesses. words almost. let us in let us in and that feels like something bad waiting to happen. ]