[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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[headjacked]

I'm... sure you can, buddy.

[ That is!! Gross!!! Rhys is flinching, though not in his usual exaggetated, overreact-y way. He's still sensitive to hurting Enoch, even weird puddle Enochs.

Weird... increasingly suspicious puddle Enochs. He is far too happy for - for whatever he's become. ]

This isn't freaking you out? Like, at all?

[warriorscribe]

It did, at first. But Eve is sure to notice it and fix it in time, and...you know what Miller wants, what he's always wanted.

[His head and shoulders practically bounce into being out of the puddle. He's still trying to be some degree of less scary, but his idea of what is detrimentally scary is skewed when it's him.]

I realized I had no desire to hurt anyone, and that I was incredibly warm, and I knew then that I could undermine everything Miller wanted out of this! He won't get me this time, I am no instrument of pain this time!

[He tries to punctuate that with some excited gesture or another, but it just translates into a ripple through his entire ooze body. He needs more focus than that for such a complex thing.]

[headjacked]

[ Enouch sounds so damn happy, so jovial and friendly that it's hard to stay completely guarded. There's less caution in his movements when he takes a few small steps closer. ]

I... wanna be happy for you, b-but, you know there has to be a twist. A catch. Something. You're a living gooman, Enoch. And what about the rest...

[ The thought trails off as he trips the invisible threshold and the wave of dizziness hits. Rhys stumbles forward, practically INTO the puddle that is his friend. ]

[warriorscribe]

I don't know, but-oh, careful!

[He stretches out and wide to catch Rhys. He flows like liquid but he's also spongy. And, as advertised, very warm. It might even be nice, nosebleed and dizziness aside. For a little bit.]

-...I suppose that's the catch? But you're still conscious! And I won't drag you off to your death!

[It's then that he closes in a hug. It's totally gentle and sincere. The problem is, he is much stronger than he feels he is. And his "gentle" is literally crushing for Rhys. He doesn't seem to immediately notice. Or notice at all...]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys is very immediately trying to right himself, heel slipping on the floor with hands trying and failing to brace against Enoch. This Enoch. He sinks into the 'hug', still scrambling for stability and trying to keep his face clear. ]

It --- you're -- thathurt -

[ Alas, that's squeezed out of him.

As a tiny robot floats at his shoulder, defensively(?) -- happily(??) Dumpy. Butts against the goo, shoving and pressing and trying to be close to Rhys and Enoch at the same time. ]

[warriorscribe]

[Dumpy! Enoch chuckles fondly, still entirely oblivious to Rhys's pain, and stretches out to draw the little robot in, too. How cute, he remembers when Dumpy tried to help him out when he was still distressed from the tower. Come here, little friend - Enoch is all for group hugs.

It's a shame exclamations of pain don't seem to register.]