Ow! Did you-- did you just bite me? What the hell, Peter?
[That is so not cool?! Come on!
Ink seeps from the bite and Flynn's hand briefly withdraws, then presses down all the harder. The vines tighten their grip around Peter's body, dragging him down and pressing him into the ground.]
Why are you making this so difficult? Don't you want to help me? You're supposed to be my friend!
[He comes closer, towering above him. Plants cover the ground surrounding them, growing quickly, intertwining, slowly creeping over Peter's legs, arms, body.]
Or maybe you're not. Maybe you really are just a copy. Maybe you came back wrong.
cw blood, parasitic growth, cannibalistic ideation
[That is so not cool?! Come on!
Ink seeps from the bite and Flynn's hand briefly withdraws, then presses down all the harder. The vines tighten their grip around Peter's body, dragging him down and pressing him into the ground.]
Why are you making this so difficult? Don't you want to help me? You're supposed to be my friend!
[He comes closer, towering above him. Plants cover the ground surrounding them, growing quickly, intertwining, slowly creeping over Peter's legs, arms, body.]
Or maybe you're not. Maybe you really are just a copy. Maybe you came back wrong.