Body horror, my beloved

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“Rocky… here…safe…” Followed by a cacophony that swiftly fell into line. A lilting, harmonised cadence in ¾ time that swayed gently to and fro with slow climbing crescendos and floating diminuendos. It halted in places, tune giving way to low chords that felt more like they should be accompanying something, some other tune that Grace could not hear. Like hearing only one side of a call and response. It sounded incomplete. Lonely. But the way in which Rocky was skittering across the floor to roll up the wall beside the ‘not dead human’s’ bed, suggested otherwise. His body language was open, excited, claws grasping at nothing in the air as he danced around in his ball, the magnetic infrastructure running through it doing all the heavy lifting for him.

Needless to say, Grace was entirely confused.

“What’s going on, buddy?” He asked, fighting to be heard over the din, no matter how beautiful it sounded. It was very loud.

“Not dead human thrum!” Rocky’s voice was high pitched, more like a boiling tea kettle than an Eridian and it took Grace a few minutes to process and understand what it was he was saying.

“Thrum?”

“Is beautiful! Grace not hear it, question?”

“If you’re talking about ultrasound then no. I told you, humans can’t hear in that range-”

But Rocky seemed beside himself, “Amaze amaze amaze! Grace need to hear!”

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"How did I find out about Bloodymary"

Look I see all of that shit.

I see everything.

Just 'cause I don't comment on it doesn't mean I don't see everything.

Why do you think I know?

You think you're hiding?

You're not!

You're doing it out in the open!

All of that shit!

I've seen everything!

I've seen all of it!

Every dirty little secret that you think you're posting publicly is being posted publicly.

You're not even trying to hide it!

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“Rocky… here…safe…” Followed by a cacophony that swiftly fell into line. A lilting, harmonised cadence in ¾ time that swayed gently to and fro with slow climbing crescendos and floating diminuendos. It halted in places, tune giving way to low chords that felt more like they should be accompanying something, some other tune that Grace could not hear. Like hearing only one side of a call and response. It sounded incomplete. Lonely. But the way in which Rocky was skittering across the floor to roll up the wall beside the ‘not dead human’s’ bed, suggested otherwise. His body language was open, excited, claws grasping at nothing in the air as he danced around in his ball, the magnetic infrastructure running through it doing all the heavy lifting for him.

Needless to say, Grace was entirely confused.

“What’s going on, buddy?” He asked, fighting to be heard over the din, no matter how beautiful it sounded. It was very loud.

“Not dead human thrum!” Rocky’s voice was high pitched, more like a boiling tea kettle than an Eridian and it took Grace a few minutes to process and understand what it was he was saying.

“Thrum?”

“Is beautiful! Grace not hear it, question?”

“If you’re talking about ultrasound then no. I told you, humans can’t hear in that range-”

But Rocky seemed beside himself, “Amaze amaze amaze! Grace need to hear!”

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“Rocky… here…safe…” Followed by a cacophony that swiftly fell into line. A lilting, harmonised cadence in ¾ time that swayed gently to and fro with slow climbing crescendos and floating diminuendos. It halted in places, tune giving way to low chords that felt more like they should be accompanying something, some other tune that Grace could not hear. Like hearing only one side of a call and response. It sounded incomplete. Lonely. But the way in which Rocky was skittering across the floor to roll up the wall beside the ‘not dead human’s’ bed, suggested otherwise. His body language was open, excited, claws grasping at nothing in the air as he danced around in his ball, the magnetic infrastructure running through it doing all the heavy lifting for him.

Needless to say, Grace was entirely confused.

“What’s going on, buddy?” He asked, fighting to be heard over the din, no matter how beautiful it sounded. It was very loud.

“Not dead human thrum!” Rocky’s voice was high pitched, more like a boiling tea kettle than an Eridian and it took Grace a few minutes to process and understand what it was he was saying.

“Thrum?”

“Is beautiful! Grace not hear it, question?”

“If you’re talking about ultrasound then no. I told you, humans can’t hear in that range-”

But Rocky seemed beside himself, “Amaze amaze amaze! Grace need to hear!”

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but then I realised that same challenge would be infinitely more funny with folks who have atypical or horror OCs

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“Rocky… here…safe…” Followed by a cacophony that swiftly fell into line. A lilting, harmonised cadence in ¾ time that swayed gently to and fro with slow climbing crescendos and floating diminuendos. It halted in places, tune giving way to low chords that felt more like they should be accompanying something, some other tune that Grace could not hear. Like hearing only one side of a call and response. It sounded incomplete. Lonely. But the way in which Rocky was skittering across the floor to roll up the wall beside the ‘not dead human’s’ bed, suggested otherwise. His body language was open, excited, claws grasping at nothing in the air as he danced around in his ball, the magnetic infrastructure running through it doing all the heavy lifting for him.

Needless to say, Grace was entirely confused.

“What’s going on, buddy?” He asked, fighting to be heard over the din, no matter how beautiful it sounded. It was very loud.

“Not dead human thrum!” Rocky’s voice was high pitched, more like a boiling tea kettle than an Eridian and it took Grace a few minutes to process and understand what it was he was saying.

“Thrum?”

“Is beautiful! Grace not hear it, question?”

“If you’re talking about ultrasound then no. I told you, humans can’t hear in that range-”

But Rocky seemed beside himself, “Amaze amaze amaze! Grace need to hear!”

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