[Peter's confused once they emerge. He's stuck on the ground, for a second he thinks he's actually stuck but it's not...he can't get up, he's not...shaped anything remotely humanoid. It's like he's made of...something big, something rocky, sludgy, muddy, save for the only recognizable part of him, the top of his face.
Every time he opens his mouth to speak, more and more mud just...pours out of it.
It's far bigger than it should be, spreading mud everywhere.
Yeah, this isn't a good day.]
I can't--I can't stop it?
[It's more of a gurgle than anything, but his words are understandable through all the...gushing mud. He hates this, he feels trapped by this...giant rock thing he is. He's gotta move. Gotta get outta here.
If he keeps screaming, this whole place is gonna end up one big muddy mess.
Maybe you can stop him from screaming?]
B. Continue, Y/N?
[He can crawl though, and he pulls himself along, emerging from the tunnels and into the snow. He doesn't bother going around anything, why should he? He doesn't need to. So much easier than going around, he was big enough, heavy enough to mow anything he wanted over. Bits of rubble get stuck on his body when he just...razes through the open snow, but that's okay. It's starting to make him look like a moving trash pile of rubble, to be honest.
He sees you in the distance.
Despite his size, he's not as slow as you'd think he is?
cw super body horror, potential smothering/crushing, mouth/mud horror
[Peter's confused once they emerge. He's stuck on the ground, for a second he thinks he's actually stuck but it's not...he can't get up, he's not...shaped anything remotely humanoid. It's like he's made of...something big, something rocky, sludgy, muddy, save for the only recognizable part of him, the top of his face.
Every time he opens his mouth to speak, more and more mud just...pours out of it.
It's far bigger than it should be, spreading mud everywhere.
Yeah, this isn't a good day.]
I can't--I can't stop it?
[It's more of a gurgle than anything, but his words are understandable through all the...gushing mud. He hates this, he feels trapped by this...giant rock thing he is. He's gotta move. Gotta get outta here.
If he keeps screaming, this whole place is gonna end up one big muddy mess.
Maybe you can stop him from screaming?]
B. Continue, Y/N?
[He can crawl though, and he pulls himself along, emerging from the tunnels and into the snow. He doesn't bother going around anything, why should he? He doesn't need to. So much easier than going around, he was big enough, heavy enough to mow anything he wanted over. Bits of rubble get stuck on his body when he just...razes through the open snow, but that's okay. It's starting to make him look like a moving trash pile of rubble, to be honest.
He sees you in the distance.
Despite his size, he's not as slow as you'd think he is?
He's not going to stop.
He's coming right for you.]