1000DEADANIMALS

Elisia gently pushed Griever’s hand away from her forehead with her tendrils, as it was now dripping with water and getting annoying. She looked between Zalgo and Griever silently, wondering whether or not the young woman was in danger. She was about to attempt to voice her concerns when a sharp, twisting pain in her abdomen caused her to let out a choked gasp and attempt to curl in on herself. Every muscle in her body ached with the effort, and she ended up rolling onto her side in defeat, riding out the pain with her hands clenched in the sheets of her bed.

“‘M jus’ a gr—” The weird little lady cut off when she saw Slenda’s distress, having a hard time not panicking. “Shit, shit, have to do thing…” She wasn’t prepared for this, or for anything much besides murdering small to mid-sized things. And now she had a pregnant slenderbeing on her hands, one pregnant with… whatever Zalgo could be called.

The next wave of pain hit her, and her mouth tore open in a silent scream. Her tendrils freed themselves and writhed around, grabbing onto the headboard and curling in on themselves or around her. She wanted to tear at the bed, the wall, her arms, anything to distract herself from the pain, but she had no energy. Elisia was helpless in her own body. 

Griever squeezed one of the slenderbeing's hands tightly, biting her own lip hard enough to draw blood. "Sorry, suit lady, sorry can't help more..." She wants to tear at her own arms; she'd bleed for this woman, die for her if she had to. Unfortunately, bleeding and dying wouldn't help here.

Elisia shrugged. The slenderwoman was not entirely sure. While Griever was welcome company, her visits were infrequent and brief, and she never found out much about her in one sitting. 

Elisia gently pushed Griever’s hand away from her forehead with her tendrils, as it was now dripping with water and getting annoying. She looked between Zalgo and Griever silently, wondering whether or not the young woman was in danger. She was about to attempt to voice her concerns when a sharp, twisting pain in her abdomen caused her to let out a choked gasp and attempt to curl in on herself. Every muscle in her body ached with the effort, and she ended up rolling onto her side in defeat, riding out the pain with her hands clenched in the sheets of her bed.

"'M jus' a gr--" The weird little lady cut off when she saw Slenda's distress, having a hard time not panicking. "Shit, shit, have to do thing..." She wasn't prepared for this, or for anything much besides murdering small to mid-sized things. And now she had a pregnant slenderbeing on her hands, one pregnant with... whatever Zalgo could be called.

“…Friend.” She wheezed, pressing her head into the pillow as she waited for the unbearable pain to ease back into excruciating.

Griever wriggled, rattling her needle teeth in alarm. “Geddoffffff.” Strangely, she managed to keep dabbing Slenda’s forehead despite Zalgo’s hand in her face—-though her free hand batted and pulled at it as she squirmed. “Zaggything geddoffff.”

Elisia shrugged. The slenderwoman was not entirely sure. While Griever was welcome company, her visits were infrequent and brief, and she never found out much about her in one sitting. 

Griever may have been half-crazed and barely able to form coherent sentences, but she could understand that being that hot was not right. Letting go, she slipped away and eventually returned with the cleanest strip she could tear from her dress, dampened in tap water. She lay the once-white, cool cloth on Slenda’s burning forehead with a weak smile, lucky not to understand the fullness of the situation.

Griever bit her lip again, watching helplessly as her friend suffered, unable to offer her more than a cool dab at her forehead and a voice in her ear.

“…Friend.” She wheezed, pressing her head into the pillow as she waited for the unbearable pain to ease back into excruciating.

Griever wriggled, rattling her needle teeth in alarm. “Geddoffffff.” Strangely, she managed to keep dabbing Slenda’s forehead despite Zalgo’s hand in her face—-though her free hand batted and pulled at it as she squirmed. “Zaggything geddoffff.”

Griever may have been half-crazed and barely able to form coherent sentences, but she could understand that being that hot was not right. Letting go, she slipped away and eventually returned with the cleanest strip she could tear from her dress, dampened in tap water. She lay the once-white, cool cloth on Slenda’s burning forehead with a weak smile, lucky not to understand the fullness of the situation.

Griever bit her lip again, watching helplessly as her friend suffered, unable to offer her more than a cool dab at her forehead and a voice in her ear.

OH FURPKC IS THER THIGNS I CANN DO DO YOU WATN BLOOD I CANN GIVB YUO MY BLODD

Slenda shook her head weakly. She wanted to tell the poor girl that there was nothing anyone could do, and she’d just have to ride out the pain until the child was out of her, but she didn’t have the energy. Instead, she managed to free one of her tendrils and pat Griever’s head. 

The bony, pale girl bit her lip with needle teeth, leaning closer to hold the greater being softly in her skinny arms; her metallic breath warm against the woman’s smooth cheek as she planted a soft peck on her cheek. “Griever here. Griever’s got you.” Carefully, keeping her talons from scratching, she gave a gentle squeeze to Slenda’s hand.

Griever may have been half-crazed and barely able to form coherent sentences, but she could understand that being that hot was not right. Letting go, she slipped away and eventually returned with the cleanest strip she could tear from her dress, dampened in tap water. She lay the once-white, cool cloth on Slenda's burning forehead with a weak smile, lucky not to understand the fullness of the situation.

OH FURPKC IS THER THIGNS I CANN DO DO YOU WATN BLOOD I CANN GIVB YUO MY BLODD

Slenda shook her head weakly. She wanted to tell the poor girl that there was nothing anyone could do, and she’d just have to ride out the pain until the child was out of her, but she didn’t have the energy. Instead, she managed to free one of her tendrils and pat Griever’s head. 

The bony, pale girl bit her lip with needle teeth, leaning closer to hold the greater being softly in her skinny arms; her metallic breath warm against the woman's smooth cheek as she planted a soft peck on her cheek. "Griever here. Griever's got you." Carefully, keeping her talons from scratching, she gave a gentle squeeze to Slenda's hand.