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’ ‘ look at yourself. disgusting.
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’ ‘ noob would never love you like this. did they even in the first place？ you’ll never know now, as they’ll be afraid to merely approach you once they see what you’ve become. i mean… ‘ ‘
- ’ ‘ who would ever love a monster like you？ ‘ ‘
THE DEVIL’S PET.
that was what she was made to be.
courtesy of the spectre！ courtesy of the greed, jealousy & hatred she’d felt all throughout her previous life. she thought it wouldn’t affect her in any way, shape or form… guest666 had never been the religious sort, so there wasn’t any overlooming fear of being judged & condemned by her feelings & inner desires.
she’d been horribly wrong.
a sickening snicker. the spectre was talking to her. feeding guest666 negativity & spewing vile atrocities to the distraught killer was the spectre’s favorite past-time hobby, arguably. it probably liked tormenting azure more than destroying guest666’s view of noob.
guest666 shook her head briskly, attempting to throw off these thoughts. not like she could stop them…. the spectre was a disembodied voice seemingly embedded in guest666’s mind now that she had become… this, whatever ‘ this ‘ was. she didn’t like it…. not one bit.
she thought that you would despise her now. thanks to the spectre, she’d been deluded with the belief that you wouldn’t even recognise her in this form. the mere thought was sickening to guest666, yet the spectre forced guest666 to accept such as the truth.
she had no choice but to do so.
right now, she was trudging aimlessly through the woods. fallen branches inches thick snapped in half under the pressure of her feet, now resembling an animal’s clawed feet more than anything. her stomach dropped to her feet & her heart rose up to her throat at the mere sight of them, so guest666 opted to stare blankly ahead.
….. wait. hang on.
was that noob？ you？？？ for a brief second, guest666 moved her right hand to rub at her eyes with it to check that she wasn’t seeing things—- yet quickly set her hand back down once reminded of what it had been sickeningly contorted into.
… she wanted to rush up to you so. she wanted to run right up to you & capture you in a crushing bear-hug, but the spectre’s influence still lingered in her mind, even if the spectre wasn’t talking to guest666 at the moment. it had left him for now, no doubt only to come back later.
you hated her. she thought that. she believed that, thanks to the spectre. you would hate him once you would see what she’d become. she couldn’t bear the thought of being greeted with the expression of disgust & contempt on your face if she were to openly approach you right then & there, so she didn’t take the risk of doing so.
you were working on an old, busted-up generator. she knew those things were rickety & tricky to the hand, & she knew your attention would be engrossed in it. you were vulnerable right now, what with your back being turned to him & being oblivious to her presence.
without even shedding a single thought to her next action, guest666 suddenly broke out into a sprint, raising a clawed hand as she suddenly lunged forward in a swooping motion, swiping you on the side with her raised claw, hard.
she promptly dropped back onto all fours once more as she practically flung you away from the generator, watching all too intensely as you collided backwards with a tree.
she couldn’t erase the permanent grin etched onto her face, so she was all too aware of the fact that you’d think she was taking joy in doing this… but she wasn’t. she hated this. utterly loathed it.