𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉丨𝔅𝔊3𝔛𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 of your new buddy gave a startling full-body twitch when you walked around the chair. You almost felt your heart restart itself.

As Us spoke. Its voice throbbed inside your head, every syllable was another pulsing sensation behind your eyelids.

" ሃቿነ! ሃዐሁ'ሀቿ ርዐጠቿ ፕዐ ነልሀቿ ሁነ ቻዪዐጠ ፕዘጎነ የረልርቿ, ቻዪዐጠ ፕዘጎነ የረልርቿ ሃዐሁ'ረረ ቻዪቿቿ ሁነ!"

("Yes! You've come to save us from this place, from this place you'll free us!")

The loud bubbling of the brews, jarred and captured in decoration behind the chair added to the fuck-ass creepy atmosphere you were experiencing. Us was unsettling you more than you originally thought it would.

It quivered and jiggled inside it's holding spot.

"የረቿልነቿ, ጌቿቻዐዪቿ ፕዘቿሃ ዪቿፕሁዪክ. ፕዘቿሃ ዪቿፕሁዪክ."

("Please, before they return. They return.")

The jaw and neck of the body twitched once more as Us attempted to move inside his skull. A hoarse grunt came from the body, and you stepped back from the body. The beat of your heart was going a million miles a minute, and the air was starting to feel cut off from your throat.

"𝙮𝙤𝙪-" you took a short breath in and out "𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪?"

"ል ክቿሠጌዐዪክ. ጌዐዪክ ቻዪዐጠ ፕዘጎነ ዘሁነጕ." The brain jiggled again.

("A newborn. Born from this husk.")

Us was entirely ignoring your question. But so be it. You wanted to get this over with and Us turning out to be quite the yapper. You'll have to play along.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙒𝙝𝙮?"

"ፕዘቿ ቿክቿጠሃ. ነዐ ጠልክሃ ቿክቿጠጎቿነ."

("The enemy. So many enemies") It said in a hushed whisper.

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥-𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙝, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤." you whispered back, clutching your mouth with both hands so you didn't gag directly onto the newborn Intellect Devourer.

"ዪቿጠዐሀቿ ጎነ ቻዪዐጠ ፕዘጎነ ጌዐዕሃ- ቻዪዐጠ ፕዘጎነ ርልነቿ ቻዪቿቿ ሁነ. የረቿልነቿ!"

("Remove is from this body- from this case free us. Please!") It pleaded in a lilt tone. The jaw of the man slid back and forth as Us attempted to leap unsuccessfully from the 'husk'.

Your hands twitched. You could break the skull, or pry it out. You had muscles, but you wanted to respect this corpse. You were nimble enough to pry it, you decided.

Your fingers slowly slid between the edges of the plump veiny brain, and the hard bloody skull. You dug your fingers carefully at the edges as far as they'd extend, you felt some strings and tendons snap as you dug further and further. Gingerly clutched the soggy pink mass, you pulled towards yourself, attempting to not retract and give up on Us entirely. It was a mental battle, more than a dexterity challenge.

The body grunted and moaned, the body lifted itself in a writhing motion, the bed lolled back and forth. You're almost there. You could do it. He would feel peace in hell soon enough.