I Put Way Too Much Work Into This

2

"Now step in step in, but be weary, for if you have trypophobia, you will lose a piece of yourself in this ride."

The person, with no distinct feature or functionality, was trivial indeed.

The boy's amygdala was gone, well anything of his was long gone by now.

The girl's veins flowed with ichor, a fluid that would one day take over her.

The boat before the three was a glittering black, the iodine in it the cause.

A patchwork of designs was scrawled on the boat, each forming a symbol, their meanings lost to time.

"Yes, yes, inexplicable, of course, which is why it's so much fun!" The man's eccentric hat bounced up and down, as he hoped from foot to foot in the boat, beckoning the other 3 to join him.

Mutilated holes covered the walls, surrounding and suffocating, and the boat itself was merely able to make it through, even as it was the size of an average trolley.

The person's words resonated, each one a defying slice into the experimentalist's head.

His eyes pierced the person's own, but his frontal lobe did not betray him, as his hand stayed still, laying against the beautiful, sparkling boat.

"What an unaccountable thing to say, Mx. And how about we don't do it again? Yes, yes, good."

The girl, who thought the best thoughts, believed she could quote on the discord following.

And yet, as she spoke, a vexatious sound released from above her and her subjects.

Embers fell from above, pattering down like glowing snowflakes who wanted to commit harm on anyone, and yet the boy's mind did not care as he looked at the mess of the other two.

"Her-, the arm-, cauterized-, embers-, no, no, no-, not happening-, never-, she wasn't good, but... but... but..."

The person's blabbering continued quite annoyingly, a steady stream of pleads, "Something, anything, a tourniquet, or a bed, or food."

The man's usual unhinged expressions had muddled down into a blank stare, but his eyes flared with joy, and continued to do so even more as he ignored the supplications of the person in front of him.

"I guess... I've had my fun, so, Sally, mend her, now,"

The boat's gears wound up and then loosened as they continued to make their way on their lovely, little journey.

This journey was like a larva, starting off as something so small, and yet it would soon become big... so very big.

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I'm drawing one of the characters from this book and I should put it on here (if I like it). I hope all of you are doing well! Stay safe, my peeps!