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   In his defense, he’d seen some pretty weird shit already, in his (almost) ten years since the oubreak that had lasted less than three weeks… and still killed millions.  He’d seen magic, he’d learned some very interesting things about what could and couldn’t be done with (and to) souls, and he’d even found out a thing like him (and the other two within) could have a heart.

   “Somehow I get the feeling you’re just saying that because it’s what society expects of you.  Why don’t you tell me how you really feel, Nancy?”  Toying with her?  Or just asking?  He didn’t move any closer, or make any move to attack…

   But what she couldn’t know was how little the distance between them mattered if he reallywanted at her.  He could pull helicopters from the sky, and he’d pulled humans from farther away than she was now.

WELL, MAYBE SHE IS JUST saying it, but she likes to be polite. nancy is very grateful that zeus keeps his distance, because personal space is important to her and the last thing she could possibly imagine is a whip of flesh and biomass reaching out to snatch her. if she knew then maybe she’d be standing much further away.

   He knew that look.  That movie was evidently a thing wherever she came from.  Interesting.  And it had obviously terrified her.  Even better, but a little strange she would so easily believe him (not that he would even for a second hesitate to prove his claim, claws weren’t all he had in his arsenal).

   Pacing a little now, then pausing.  “You know.  I’d say that’s ridiculous.  That a cheesy 80′s horror movie villain can’t exist.  But I mean.”  He spread his hands, then, pale, too pale.  His shoulders gave an unsettling ripple.  Like melting black tallow.  “That’d be the pot calling the kettle black, because The Thing ain’t supposed to exist either.”

   And that smile.  Those teeth.  Too many, too sharp, too much.

   “Pleasure to meet you, Nancy.  You can call me Mercer.”  He wouldn’t use the callsign for once.

CHEESY 80S HORROR MOVIE VILLAIN ? nancy frowns. for her, that archetype doesn’t even exist yet, but it’s her reality. she believes the man when he mentions the thing though because really, it would be just typical. nancy just seems to be a danger magnet. the man ( creature ? monster ? ) smile makes nancy shudder hard, stepping back just a little. 

   “Okay.  Let me get this straight.  That guy.  Assface back there.  That’s his name?  Freddy?”  Because though the memories had the fever dream distortion and burned out quality a lot of the good Doctor’s memories did, they were there.  Memories of watching certain movies with his little sister.  Movies that had a guy in a loud as fuck sweater with metal claws and a fedora, and killed people in their sleep?  Was that right?

   “I’m not even.”  He crossed his arms with a creak of ‘leather’.  “Alright.  Then I’m The Thing, except fire don’t bother me one bit.”  And he didn’t come from space, either. No, man had engineered his own extinction, as he so often did.

THE THING . . . NANCY REMEMBERS THAT movie. her boyfriend took her to see it in the cinema about a week after it came out, sneaking her in with a fake id. it had terrified her, left her with awful nightmares for weeks afterwards. oh, god. 

OOPS ! NANCY’S CUDDLING THAT CAT closely, kissing its ears. she’s a huge cat lover – she always wanted a kitty as a child but her parents had said no for as long as she could remember. she’s got a big smile on her face that slackens when she sees the entity, because seeing the entity is never a good thing in nancy’s mind. she lets the cat down onto the ground. 

   “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to flatter me.”  In reality, when he wasn’t doing something with his body that was an affront to both God and nature, he didn’t look all that intimidating.  But maybe, it was just the presence the hooded man had about him.  One just knew:

   Something was very, very wrong with this guy.

SHE DOESN’T LIKE HOW … CRYPTIC that sounds, coming from freddy. usually she’s actually really good at reading tones, but unfortunately she doesn’t know this man to garner anything from his words. and so, she takes a good step back, frowning. 

what is she even expected to say to that ? nancy shivers, watching him closely with a rather sour expression on her face. is he going to try and hurt her ? more than likely. she knows something’s coming, and it’s evident in her stance – eager to run.