The Haddox

Mommy Dementor *shaking their head* Sucking souls is what we do, kid! It’s the family business!

Teenage Dementor:

❝ Okay, were you dropped on your head as a baby? ‘Cause you’re way too nice. ❞

It slides even closer, [Step one: close distance between victim and self]

It wraps its arms around her waist gently, [Step two: engage arms, pinning victim tight to self.]

That is a bit vague.

❝ .  .  . I’ve got questions on top of questions, now. Sorry, I know I’m basically interrogating you, but I need to know how a banker named Pamela ended up owing a you favor. That statement defies all logic. ❞

❝ .  .  . Right. I really shouldn’t have asked. I’m still gonna keep asking, though. Why’s Pamela have access to my account? And who’s Pamela? ❞ 

☣ 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 it was unsettling how quickly she could shrug the whole ‘husks’ thing off, but you got used to casually morbid statements like that after all these years. Just think of it on the same level as yourself tossing out a banana peel.

☠ 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 probably the most mild reaction anyone’s ever had to a monster grabbing their exposed foot in the middle of the night, but she does let out a squeak.

Right before kicking at the phantom hand, and grumbling like a bratty teenager who doesn’t want to get up for school. ❝ Mmmh. You’re cold. An’ it may be the first time I’ve said that…❞

“☕☕ I know.” she sighs, butting her head into the Thing’s jagged chest. “Fucking cunt. Tried to stab her through the throat with scissors…”

“☕☕ I know.” she sighs, butting her head into the Thing’s jagged chest. “Fucking cunt. Tried to stab her through the throat with scissors…”

(There’s an obvious literary reference the being is attempting to mimic)

[She likes the Junie B. Jones books…]

It’s snuggling her tightly, obviously missing his own little one.

Oh.

✄✄ It manages to squish a raspy little squeak out of the woman, as she’s trapped in a rare grip stronger than her own.

(This should be very, very bizarre. But it almost seems sweet. To the extent that’s possible.)

                …oh. She. Right.”

Her voice drops to a murmur. “She used to have a━ personality. Kinda dealt with that.”

(There’s an obvious literary reference the being is attempting to mimic)

[She likes the Junie B. Jones books…]

It’s snuggling her tightly, obviously missing his own little one.

Oh.

✄✄ It manages to squish a raspy little squeak out of the woman, as she’s trapped in a rare grip stronger than her own.

(This should be very, very bizarre. But it almost seems sweet. To the extent that’s possible.)

(You━ mean Beatrice? She’s yours? Or are there━)

(OTHERS?)

(There's an obvious literary reference the being is attempting to mimic)

[She likes the Junie B. Jones books...]

[No. Spawn. Spawn will be okay. You are Amelia. Not Spawn.] It gently pats her head with its cool hand.

☣☣ “Well, who the hell’s Spawn, if not━ hang on, I’ll still be okay, too, right?”