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Like, somewhere out there, there is a larger and more detailed version of you doing plot-relevant events, and meanwhile you are just running around town going "myuranyuuu~" or whatever? And you're kinda a joke character but you're still beloved by the fanbase?

A strange curse that falls upon the curious late at night when disturbing those pumpkin patches you dread getting close to. Maybe your dread is not unfounded... but, what about the owner?

A bit late for the actual holiday, but I was busy!

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had a revelation

> you can't think straight. this is a beyond-life threatening situation. but you must act > the yellow revolver has a single bullet, you remember. you can't miss > you take out the yellow revolver in your pocket

> you're shaking. you struggle to hold your finger steady enough to put it inside the trigger > the revolver... seems duller > > Naz looks at you, drops their smile for a second, and raises it up again, then chuckles. * ...A gun? > Naz's smile drops again. * ...a gun... * Where did you find that gun... > Naz walks forward towards you. > you... you steady your aim, somewhat. > Naz freezes in place. > > You're breathing heavily. > > > Naz's star eyes get thinner. They're looking at you fiercely. > you struggle > you struggle again > you can't perceive depth. but they're close. you can't miss. you shouldn't miss > finally, you get to have enough strength in your hand and pull the trigger. >

> The yellow revolver explodes in your hand in an extremely viscous mess! > Out of the barrel, a snake with a striking resemblance to Naz zips forward and tangles around your hand. * AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > the snake Naz coils around your hand. the revolver and the snake Naz fuse together and render your hand immobile > everything around you slowly loses coherence. * You! You had this on you all along!? > you shakily hold your hand up as the snake Naz touches your snout > you shyly try to shake it away with what little strength you have left, but their head remains in the same static place. > they're breathing directly into your nostrils.

* Worrying! Was very worrying! I did not know such weapon would be available to you? What for? Ah?

* ...But it is useless! You had already given your face to the wall.

* So much for nerves of steel! I found the melting point! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- * So easy! * At that point, there was nothing you could do.

* ...There is nothing you can do.

* Open wide... confectionery. > everything around you gets darker. > you reach out to faith, but it's molten away by the cold hands gently holding your horns, snout and face.

* There is no god to pray to here. > ... > ...Axon can't do anything.

@ ...w-wall of faces? > your courage mellows down.

* ...You don't know. > naz looks attentively at you. * ...You don't know? * You don't know! > Naz's beak falls off.

* Ahaha, aha, ahaha! you don't know! > Naz starts laughing as their feathers fall off. * How delightful! You really haven't looked around much! That means I can show you! * ... * Focus on the wall behind me. > You focus on the wall, wearily, darting your eyes between the wall and Naz. > While you do so, though... you feel your depth perception flatten. > You hold your hand out to your left eyelid. > It's fully closed. @ What the... * Look, look! > You look at the wall. > On it...

> ...heads appear to emerge. They have vague resemblances of faces, faces you feel are familiar. > No eyes, fully closed features, as if they were carved from stone. > They're all smiling. > The tension in the atmosphere increases. As the heads emerge, the previous smell turns into something that could only be described as void. It smells "cold" and its smog-like quality makes it slightly hard to breathe in. > You look upwards towards all the faces on the wall. The number of faces is staggering, first covering the back wall and then reaching out to the side walls and the ceiling. > What are all these faces? * They're souls. > You look down from the ceiling down towards Naz. Their feathers have all almost fallen off, back into the smooth skin you saw them bear when you first met them. They once more responded to your thoughts as if you directly asked the question, despite not being able to get any more words out of your mouth.

* These are individuals I've absorbed into my being. How else do you think I get around? * With no sustenance I'd quickly get malnourished. * It's like food! In a twisted kind of way, sure. * Of course, they're still individual... until some point at least, so their true faces reside inside... > You notice an empty spot behind Naz. You feel a shiver down your spine and a void forming where your lungs would be. * I can replicate a taste to a certain degree of fidelity... It's good to have options... * ...Hm? You seem distraught. Didn't you want to find out what that was? > Naz closes in on you, snouts almost touching together. > ... > Naz walks back and puts their ear to the wall. * ...Eheh. If you listen closely, you can almost hear them talk... to you. > Naz stops talking. > There's an eerie silence that in your current state you cannot break. > ... > You hear... laughing. Many voices in the background. > They get progressively louder. > They disrupt your focus greatly as you, for some reason, cannot take your eyes off the wall. You seldom blink. > You dart your eyes around, and, right next to Naz and the empty spot, you spot a very, very familiar face. You focus on it. > Who's that on their left? > Naz smiles.

* I wonder... > Naz gazes to your right side.

> You have a horrible feeling about this. > Vaiz has not said anything.