Librarian of Carcosa

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris squeaks back, playing with the strands of hair that get stuck to their tentacles.]

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Derek says as Thia tries grabbing Eris off Her head

[It takes a few tries, since Eris is very inky, but Thia eventually picks them up. There’s still a little hair stuck to them. They manage to shake it off before suddenly hearing Letitia shout.]

Derek tenses up at the sounds of electric shock coming from Eris as the squid tried comforting Thia. He immediately looks at Hastur while Lettie was aggressively gesturing at Eris. Hastur locks eyes with His knight and just lets out a sigh

[Eris doesn’t really understand what’s going on with the older gods, and doesn’t try to. Instead they look up at Thia to see whether or not she’s been comforted.]

Hastur leads Lettie away so they can discuss some more about everything. Thia was still crying, but the prince’s cries were being slowly calmed down as Derek rocks Her, humming a song

“Guten Abend, gut Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht, mit Näglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck. Morgen früh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt.” He sings softly to the prince. Thia blinks slowly as She calms down, curling up

[They squeak as they end up in Thia’s grasp once again, wriggling around to get more comfortable. While they don’t know what any of those words mean, they pick up the calming tone in his voice and relaxes.]

Thia lightly noms Eris as Derek repeats the lullaby. Slowly, the prince falls asleep

[Another squeak comes out of Eris as Thia noms their head. Is biting a normal thing gods do? They have a lot to learn.]

Derek lets out a soft sigh as Thia falls asleep, gently kissing Her forehead. He then gently moves Eris away from Her so She is no longer nomming the poor squid

[Their squeak becomes a soft chirp as it’s moved out of Thia’s arms. It makes themselves comfy in Derek’s hands before falling semi-asleep as well.]

Derek just sits there awkwardly until Lettie returned, taking Eris from the knight

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris squeaks back, playing with the strands of hair that get stuck to their tentacles.]

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Derek says as Thia tries grabbing Eris off Her head

[It takes a few tries, since Eris is very inky, but Thia eventually picks them up. There’s still a little hair stuck to them. They manage to shake it off before suddenly hearing Letitia shout.]

Derek tenses up at the sounds of electric shock coming from Eris as the squid tried comforting Thia. He immediately looks at Hastur while Lettie was aggressively gesturing at Eris. Hastur locks eyes with His knight and just lets out a sigh

[Eris doesn’t really understand what’s going on with the older gods, and doesn’t try to. Instead they look up at Thia to see whether or not she’s been comforted.]

Hastur leads Lettie away so they can discuss some more about everything. Thia was still crying, but the prince’s cries were being slowly calmed down as Derek rocks Her, humming a song

“Guten Abend, gut Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht, mit Näglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck. Morgen früh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt.” He sings softly to the prince. Thia blinks slowly as She calms down, curling up

[They squeak as they end up in Thia’s grasp once again, wriggling around to get more comfortable. While they don’t know what any of those words mean, they pick up the calming tone in his voice and relaxes.]

Thia lightly noms Eris as Derek repeats the lullaby. Slowly, the prince falls asleep

[Another squeak comes out of Eris as Thia noms their head. Is biting a normal thing gods do? They have a lot to learn.]

Derek lets out a soft sigh as Thia falls asleep, gently kissing Her forehead. He then gently moves Eris away from Her so She is no longer nomming the poor squid

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris squeaks back, playing with the strands of hair that get stuck to their tentacles.]

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Derek says as Thia tries grabbing Eris off Her head

[It takes a few tries, since Eris is very inky, but Thia eventually picks them up. There’s still a little hair stuck to them. They manage to shake it off before suddenly hearing Letitia shout.]

Derek tenses up at the sounds of electric shock coming from Eris as the squid tried comforting Thia. He immediately looks at Hastur while Lettie was aggressively gesturing at Eris. Hastur locks eyes with His knight and just lets out a sigh

[Eris doesn’t really understand what’s going on with the older gods, and doesn’t try to. Instead they look up at Thia to see whether or not she’s been comforted.]

Hastur leads Lettie away so they can discuss some more about everything. Thia was still crying, but the prince’s cries were being slowly calmed down as Derek rocks Her, humming a song

“Guten Abend, gut Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht, mit Näglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck. Morgen früh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt.” He sings softly to the prince. Thia blinks slowly as She calms down, curling up

[They squeak as they end up in Thia’s grasp once again, wriggling around to get more comfortable. While they don’t know what any of those words mean, they pick up the calming tone in his voice and relaxes.]

Thia lightly noms Eris as Derek repeats the lullaby. Slowly, the prince falls asleep

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris squeaks back, playing with the strands of hair that get stuck to their tentacles.]

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Derek says as Thia tries grabbing Eris off Her head

[It takes a few tries, since Eris is very inky, but Thia eventually picks them up. There’s still a little hair stuck to them. They manage to shake it off before suddenly hearing Letitia shout.]

Derek tenses up at the sounds of electric shock coming from Eris as the squid tried comforting Thia. He immediately looks at Hastur while Lettie was aggressively gesturing at Eris. Hastur locks eyes with His knight and just lets out a sigh

[Eris doesn’t really understand what’s going on with the older gods, and doesn’t try to. Instead they look up at Thia to see whether or not she’s been comforted.]

Hastur leads Lettie away so they can discuss some more about everything. Thia was still crying, but the prince’s cries were being slowly calmed down as Derek rocks Her, humming a song

“Guten Abend, gut Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht, mit Näglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck. Morgen früh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt.” He sings softly to the prince. Thia blinks slowly as She calms down, curling up

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris squeaks back, playing with the strands of hair that get stuck to their tentacles.]

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Derek says as Thia tries grabbing Eris off Her head

[It takes a few tries, since Eris is very inky, but Thia eventually picks them up. There’s still a little hair stuck to them. They manage to shake it off before suddenly hearing Letitia shout.]

Derek tenses up at the sounds of electric shock coming from Eris as the squid tried comforting Thia. He immediately looks at Hastur while Lettie was aggressively gesturing at Eris. Hastur locks eyes with His knight and just lets out a sigh

[Eris doesn’t really understand what’s going on with the older gods, and doesn’t try to. Instead they look up at Thia to see whether or not she’s been comforted.]

Hastur leads Lettie away so they can discuss some more about everything. Thia was still crying, but the prince’s cries were being slowly calmed down as Derek rocks Her, humming a song

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris squeaks back, playing with the strands of hair that get stuck to their tentacles.]

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Derek says as Thia tries grabbing Eris off Her head

[It takes a few tries, since Eris is very inky, but Thia eventually picks them up. There’s still a little hair stuck to them. They manage to shake it off before suddenly hearing Letitia shout.]

Derek tenses up at the sounds of electric shock coming from Eris as the squid tried comforting Thia. He immediately looks at Hastur while Lettie was aggressively gesturing at Eris. Hastur locks eyes with His knight and just lets out a sigh

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris squeaks back, playing with the strands of hair that get stuck to their tentacles.]

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Derek says as Thia tries grabbing Eris off Her head

[It takes a few tries, since Eris is very inky, but Thia eventually picks them up. There’s still a little hair stuck to them. They manage to shake it off before suddenly hearing Letitia shout.]

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris squeaks back, playing with the strands of hair that get stuck to their tentacles.]

“I’m glad you two are getting along.” Derek says as Thia tries grabbing Eris off Her head

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[After a second of wriggling, Eris flops onto Thia’s head. They quickly turn right side up so they can hang their tentacles over her head.]

She squeaks a bit and Derek starts laughing

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Their eyes open again as they feel Thia grab onto one of their tentacles. They turn to look down at her and reach another tentacle to her.]

Derek brings Eris closer to Thia and the prince squeaks happily

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[Eris chirps as they’re picked up, almost immediately flattening themselves out in Derek’s hands. They must really like being held.]

He chuckles a bit as Thia reaches to Eris

[Eris lets go of Thia’s hands as she’s scooped up, looking slightly dazed from being shaken. They wiggle towards Derek, lifting two tentacles to try and stick to his arm.]

“Sorry about Her, She is still learning to be nice.” Derek says, resting a pouting little Thia on his lap before picking up the squid

[The creature stops when the bubbles turn into eyes, immediately burying itself in the sand. After a few seconds, it peeks its eyes out in hopes the bubble eyes are gone.]

The eyes were still there, slowly blinking at it. The eyes the suddenly disappear as the blood starts to bubble not too far from shore. Slowly sneaks appear, followed by the rest of the Lady of Revelry’s physical body, some blood forming into their hat and cloak. They draw closer to shore, extra arms forming from blood to gently scoop up the squid

”My my, what fierceness.” She coos, bringing the squid to their chest. They lift up a porcelain hand, gently running a finger on the tiny thing’s mantle

[The squeaking stops as they run a finger over the squid’s mantle. It slowly opens their eyes, unsure how to react to the touch besides squishing slightly and blinking.]

”Such an adorable and fascinating thing. You have a similar energy to my Kossy, but also something entirely unique.” They hum and lower their hands so the little thing could float a little in the bloody ocean. The waters would have no negative effects on them

[They’re immediately distracted by the water as their little tentacles float out from beneath them. How fascinating. They move their tentacles around in the water, blinking in surprise as some splashes up towards its face.]

They laugh a bit and just watch the little creature

It takes everything in their power to not immediately start squealing when the little squid makes a copy of their hat. She then lifts them up and nuzzles the little creature “You’re my little squishy now. I will burn worlds for you.”

She hums as they nuzzle the creature some more before frowning a bit at the tentacle seemingly being pulled away. She grabs it lightly, investigating

[The tentacle starts to move a little more at the light touch, as if some invisible force is trying to tug at it. The creature immediately wraps its arms around Lettie’s hand, squeaking again.]

She hums and teleports her and the little creature to where it’s being tugged. A small flood of blood immediately covers laminated floors as they look around

“Huh, intriguing.” She says and puts the squid on their shoulder. They then snap their fingers, making the scientists’ weapons turn into confetti, guts, or fish

[The squid makes themselves comfy on their shoulder as the scientists start panicking. One reaches toward the reset button before another smacks him and calls him stupid. The general consensus of the rest is to escape and wait for her to leave. Though one does attempt to hit them with a fish.]

”Ah, ah, ah. You can’t leave yet, the revelry hasn’t even started ~!” Hands emerge from the blood on the ground, grabbing the scientists. The one that did attempt to hit them, is bitten by one of their snakes

[The little squid chirps happily as it watches. Some fucked up things must’ve happened here if it seems to relax to the screams and alarms that fill the air. When the scientists are gone it’ll be easier to figure out just what that is.]

They hum as they start to explore the labs, picking up papers to read them. As they keep reading, the blood starts to boil with her growing anger

There is a beat if silence before the sound of metal ripping as Letita digs claws of solid blood into the walls, tearing out the wiring to the reset button. H̴̞̻̃̄̋́͆̊̐͒̍̋̈́ǫ̷̡̹̮̱͔̠̝̙̻̠̻̪̬̈́̐͛̉̏͐̇̓͑̀̕̕͝w̸̜͈͕͔̱̳͎̥̹̰͍̯̘͍̘̫̍ͅ ̸̨̪͔̝̥̫͕̝̻͉̹̠̳̼͔̈̀̏͋̌̓̓̕d̶͖̭̤̻̟͈̟͚̦̫͖͂̀̊̒̓̈́͆̿̃̓̚̚͠ȁ̵̢͚͇̻̰͉͕̺̯͉̦̣̦̎̈́͑̅̓̔̂̀̕ŗ̵̛̼̱̣̹̇̇̊̈̎̀͑̏̐̐̂͂͋̕̕͝e̴̛̙͖̫̻̦̬̹͙̽͑̃́̇̿͑͆͂͜͜ ̴̡̖͍̤͇̤͇̱͇͚͓̪͙͂͋́y̶̧̧̝̙̘͉͈͓͙̪̝̜̙̬̮̒̚͘͜͝ó̶̡̧̗̱͙͓̼̟̜̩̥͔͍̌̽͜ǘ̸̹̺̘̘͉͕̗͛͊͋͘͠ ̸̪̙̳̞͓͚̙͔̲͗̽́͋̐̽̒̑͊̈́̕̚͜h̸̨̖̖̥̫̠̦̝̮͌͑a̶͚͔̩̣͉͕̣̮͚͈͙̒̍̌̽̿̈́͂̇͘ͅv̶̧͉̰̟͍͔̊̌̈́͌̄͋͂̀̐̈́̇̚͘̚͝͝͠ę̷̙̞̩͂́̾ ̵̡̘͖̫̘̺̰̜̭̗͙̤̖͕͖́̿ţ̴̖̳̱͌̽́́̉͐̈͝͠h̷͔̭͖̗̹̩̲̉̐̒̋̀̓̂̎̿̔͋̇̾̿̚̚e̶̢͓̤̟̻̦͓̠͚̠̊͒̑͗̕͠ ̸̡̢̮̝̦̲̘̩̯̠͔͔͖̣͂͜ͅͅg̸̨̣͉͙̦̩̩̪͙̪̮̭̮͑͒̎͗͑̌̆͆͐̂̄̕͝͝a̴̩͇̓̑̋̓͋͛̓͌͌̄̿͘͝l̶̢̤̬̻͈̱̔̓̎͛̊̒́̄̇̂̉͑̑̾͝l̸̤͖̳̀̅̆̈́̽̃̕͠ ̴̛̭̲̦̗̱͓̮̩̩̖̦͚̈́̊̓̀̋̈̊̑͘͝t̶̬̠̙͉̱̭͎̤͍̐̀͆̄͂͘ͅo̷̢̜̘̜̎̌͌̽̈̅̓̓̆̀͝ ̶̛͖̬͙̙̲̺̞̦̞̳̬̌̃̈́̌́͐̾̓̂̽̑̕͝ḧ̴̝̩͇̆͋̋̆̇̾͛͠ä̵͍̘̜̭̝͎́́͛́͆̑̀͝r̴͙͓̦̯͓̮̙̥̦̺̈́̃͒͛̉͆̓̊̈̕̕͘͝m̸̮͊͂͑̇͒̐̿̓̽̐́͑̀͜ ̷̼̣̭͓̯̋̔̆͛̃̓̅̍̀͛͝a̷̢̲̖̩̲̖̭͙̘̓͑̓͗͝ ̷̛͙̀̋́͜c̵̥̝̤͙̭͖͆͐̅͌͐͐͜h̶̨̢̥̤̱͚̱̟͓͈̲͓̲̬͎͎̿͐̒̅͗̎̄͗͆̌͒̂̕͜͝ī̷̢̬͕̱̤͎̮͔̭̥̱̄̓̇͊́̕ľ̴̡̢̛͇̪͚̖͋͐̾̈͛̈̐̅̿̊͝͝ͅͅd̶̠̭͖̏̀͊͐!̷̛̛̟̣̀̓̏̌̃̉̑͌́̈́̈́͐

All of Letitia’s eyes lock onto the scientist. They stand tall and grin “Ö̵̳̦͇́̑̍̓̆ḫ̸͉͂͑ ̸̜̜̼́̃̔̾h̵͖̊o̴̬̤̗͕̔̌̆͂͊̃,̴̳͍̠̟͗̑̒̈́̽̕ ̵͍̼͈͉̰̀̊̿l̴̟̝̦͚̀o̷̡̥̼͛o̵̪̰̚ͅk̶̟̙̰͓̅ ̴̧̣̮͔̄̈͋͠͝a̴̢̨̢͍̝̐͋̕t̵̡̩̙̘̯͆͗ ̸̡̬̣̼̥̿̈́͠y̵̫͛o̸̱̒ű̷̘͖̔,̵͔̱̖̝̭̍͂͆̆͘͝ ̵͔̉̉̇̐t̵̩̭̙͌̓́r̸̬̰̥̳̍͐͐̈́͘ÿ̵̝̹͈̞͇́̾į̶̡͚̭̘̦̈́̌̒͝n̷̫͕̺̳̓̏̍̚͘͝ģ̸̡͍̊ ̵̼̣̦͓̦͐̔t̶͓̎̈́̈́ǫ̷͍̘̣͍̇̒ ̶̖͕̓̂̄͑̈́̆p̸̹͍̭̣̖̻̓̕͠l̶͚̇͝a̵̛͕̲̣͕̾͊̓̚y̶̹̭̓̀̑̇ ̸͓̻́͑̈̋g̴̜̝̞̭̔̾̅͜o̸̹̓̾̑̐̔͝d̶̢̝͈̖͉̓̆̐̎͐.̸͔̗́́͠ ̸̢̦͈̹̟́̓̓̓͆D̷͚̭̥͋͐̈͝ó̷̧͎̖͉̤̈́̃͊n̵̻͘͘’̶̳̅̈́̆t̶̘̣͓̞̀̿̍͝ ̴̦̭̫̯͎̭͛͆̒̕y̸̮̟͚̮͖̋̔͋̐o̴̞͎̱͑̑́û̶̧̺͎͈̞ ̴̖̇̃͘ķ̷̗̘̾̽͐̓̂̎n̵̨͖͋̃̓̕͝ǫ̷̺͙̦͉̅̋͌̈́̄͘ẁ̷̙̆̈̚͘ ̷͉͗́͊ṯ̶̨̻̈h̸͖̒̽͆à̶̡͕͈̣̣͇̔̑̀̉͌t̷̹̣̩̮͖̗͊͐͋̊͒͝ ̷̪͋̿͝ĩ̶͙ṫ̵̨̧͓͕͍̯͗͐͘’̸̨̥̰̘̏͝s̸̖̃̐ ̵͈͚̖͚͚̯̈͌c̸̫̘͗̾̕͠h̴̯̣̘͒̀͆̊a̷̳̭̗̽̾̒ơ̵̼̰̽̉̕s̴̢̠͕͈͙̼̀͛ ̴̠͔̪̣͎̉̾͆̔̀ͅt̵̼̞͍̪̹͗͐͛h̷̛͈͓̓̾̾a̵̛͈̘͉̙͛̚͠t̸̨̝̫̟̓̀ ̸̯̞̻̤̭̣̑͋̍k̵̙̯͈̜͙̦͌̀̚ě̸̝͘̕e̶̡̯̭͇̊́p̵̨̢̡̗̠͎͗͛͌͑̐̊ș̵͚̭̳͈̈́̉̏̑ ̴̗͚̜̥̚t̵̢̝̰̝̭͐̈́̅̉̕ḥ̶͈̥͔̣͙̊̆e̸̺͇͍͎̻̙͌ ̵̬̣̀͐͌̍̐͝u̷̞̝̱̥̭͕̽͆͝n̵̳̝͋̑́͘i̷̢͙̟̹̓̊̈́͑͛̍ͅv̵̨̡̦̻̣̔̅͌͋́̚ͅe̵̛͔̝̭͌͑̊̕r̵͎̺̦̃́̈́͝s̶̞͖̀̍̀́ȩ̸̭̥̗͂̀͑s̵̪̱͈̼̯̻̆ ̷͇͋s̵̻̲͈̔͜͝ͅp̵̹̣̙̙͖͍̉í̸̢̫̥͈̇̄̌͐̕n̵̡̢͖̦̙̔̎̿̄̌̈́ņ̶̲̫̤͐̍̌͝ḯ̷̡̅̏͒͗n̷̟͂g̷̱̹̹̮̈̑̈̓̐̑?̴̻̞͚̻̾͑ ̶̺̻̣̺̈́̔͗̅̚͝K̸̥̖̇̐̏̈̌̈́e̶̢͍̓̔̊̽͝ë̶̠́̋̈̏̔͝p̷̡̣̯̘͙͐̔ş̸̥͎̰͔̃̓̋̎̕̚ ̶̧͉̗̖̭̺́̂̏t̵͕̏̔ḩ̴͉͚̈́̿́͂͠e̴̛̯̋̿͑m̴͓̱̀̈́͝ ̷̨̧̛̻̩͎̔̍͂̕ṫ̴͍͙͇͔ͅh̴̤̯̐̇͘r̷̼͋́̓̏̈i̵̪̓̀̏̍́͘v̷̥͑͛i̸̤̦̰̦̟̯̅͂̅͝n̶̡̈̉̑͐̓̄g̷̞̥̰͚̳̔̏͑”

“̷̝̹̳̇̎̓̕K̷̡̫̞͐͒͋h̷̞́̒̎̊̾̃͜ä̴̝̺̖̹o̸̱͓͊͋s̷̛͔͑̃́͠ͅ ̸̨̧͇̈́̇͘͝ī̷͙̫̞̭̝͚̏s̸̖͒̆̿̉̄͝ ̷̢͉͕͓̏͛͗̄̃͝ͅl̷͈̤͕̟̊̂͑͒͝ǐ̵̛͙̱̠̳̲͝f̶̲͓̀̍͌e̶̘̳͈͛ ̷̱̦͙͗̕a̶̧̧̬͕͗̊n̷̰̓ḑ̶̜̰̼̹͛̉͘ ̶̫̟̑̊̈̕ḻ̵̗̋̈́̌̂̅͑ȋ̶̜̞͎͕́̄͒f̶̨̗̭̗̬̌̈́̚e̷̝̤̗͋ ̶̻̭̥̑į̸̨͓͎̮̄͊͜s̸̞͎̎ ̷̢̻̫̻̇̃͛c̴̛̐̚ͅḥ̴̛̉̇͝a̷̳̞̤̖̾̐͋o̴͔̞̗͈̳͕̐͝s̷̞͉͎̒̈́,̵͍͙̯̖̻̃ ̸̧̪̝̤̳̙͑͛p̸̡͇͍̱̻͂̓̍͝l̶̥̭̻̺̹̊̇̏̾͐̕ą̸͓̹̗͛̅̔̿̀ṅ̵̡͙̺̻̋͒̈́e̶̛̼̼͙̲͑̃̓̽̓t̸͎̝̃͛̈́͗s̷̨͔͕͕̕ ̴͓͈̺̼̹̃̓̽d̶̢̩̻̎̾͒͂ḯ̸̢͖̾͌̆̽e̶̮̣̭̯̋͆͐̇̄ ̴̹̭̗̼̃͆̀ẹ̸͎̖͚̣̮̽v̴̧̗̭̿e̴̮͙͕̩͓͔̋ŕ̵̼̩y̵̨͓̲̠͙̽͛d̴̨̗̅̆͗̋a̷̬͑̈́y̵͓͍̦̣͓̫͛͑͛͛̚,̷͉̄̍̽̚ ̷̢͙̱͎͗̎͂̿b̸̤̖́̚u̸̹̹͎͘t̸͕̦̳̠̀ ̶̪̩̩̻͑͛̑͘n̵̘̄̐͛̾̊̑ͅò̴̹̩̯̞̙̻̊̉͘w̷̨͚̍͒͜ ̶͖̘̪̘̙͊́̋͌̚ͅt̴̳̖̹͆̈͊̈́̀͋h̴̨͍͠ȩ̷̨͉͚͚̪̽͑͝ṙ̶̠͚̿͘e̵̛͇̤̳̰͖ ̶̛̭̈̀ị̷̛̊͝͠s̴͙̖̬̬̦̀̿͠ ̷̦̫̩̻̈̈́̓̕n̶͚̣̪̳̄͂̋̈́ỏ̷͇͖̩́ ̷̦̗͊̆͂̾͝r̴̖̯͖̩̭̹̃͌͂h̶̜̥̜͍̓́̒̅ỳ̶͓̤̱̻̗̈́͒ͅm̸̧̗͙̾́̓̓̚͜͝e̴̞̲̊ ̴͔̙̮̔̀t̵̝̠͍̒o̶̥̳̩̙̝͋ ̴̬͗̑́ŵ̴̭̕h̶̘̞͎̭́o̶̧͖̘͙͉͋͛̏̈͋͠ ̴͎̙̗̣̖̅̃̇̂͛̚l̶̛̺͚̹̀̽͐̊̚í̶͈̅̍v̴̳͔̏͐̈́̾̃̊ė̸̢͓̈́̌̔̓ ̸̡͚̓̚ą̶͚̲̤̭̺̈́̎̒̽͝ǹ̴̮͓d̷̛̲͖̭͠͝ ̵̥͕̩̉w̵̢̱͍͍̄͒̅̾ẖ̶̦̫̱̺̂̊͝ͅǫ̶̯̳͇͗͐ ̴̫̯̬̫͗ḓ̸̨͙̣̹̊̾͊̄͂͠i̵̬̬̯͛̐ȩ̸͉̙̩̂͆̉̇̒͜s̶̡̑̆̐͋̎.̵̧̫͎͕̈́͋̉̄ ̵̢̝̠̌̓̇̇̇̉T̵̯͕͕̾̋̈́͌͌̑͜h̸͎̳͈͈̓̈́̀͝e̵̠͒̊́̇ͅ ̶̣̞͙̭͑̅͆̍͝u̵͈̝̖̖͓̓n̷̢̞̟͆̄͐̾ị̴̫̹̘̮̈́͋v̸̦̺̻͊̓͑e̸̼̠͌̔͂͌͜ͅr̶̗͚̒s̵͎͖͔̒͛́̓̕͝ͅe̷̯̠͈̺̬͂͝s̵̨͇͙̺͚͓̿́̂ ̴̟̜̳̿̊͛̔̆̚a̶̠͕̭̼̗͗̔͒͂͝ŗ̴̮̮͎̐̈͘͜͝͝ͅẽ̸͕͛͝ ̸̨̹̗̄b̵̧̰̭̠̹͛̐͒̀ḛ̶̀̽̐ç̵̨͍̹͙̆͘̚o̷̺̹̗͗͒̎̊͠ͅm̷̲͔̳̯͈̊͌ĩ̸̲́̃͝n̴͙͕̺͕͛̆̔͛͊g̷̡̖̥̈ ̷̹͚̳̗͍̘̓̆ś̶̡̧͍͓̳̰t̶̙̙̙̎ą̶̼̮̓̑͐͑g̷̢̼̐͗͘n̴̛͉̗̜̩̏̇̿͋ǎ̷̛̪͙̓͝n̴̛̲̫̤̩̳̣̅̆̾̆t̷̮̖̭͌̈́̇̕͝,̵̖͔̦͓͒̾̅̂ ̶̧̣̯͚͔̜̃b̴̤̫͓̱̈͑e̵̦̣͎͖͊̒̑̿̏̀c̵̢̗̞͇̗͆̄̀̌́͝á̶̛͈̰̝̉͛̏̐u̶̫̝̗̮͛̓͋̿̍̕͜s̵̢͎̦͈͌e̶̼͑̄̆̌̒̌ ̵̫̼͕̲̀͌̇̑̑ͅw̶̯̽̍̄̾̀͝ǐ̷͚̺͇̞͓̫̇̕͘͝ẗ̴̻́́ͅh̴̛̙̪̼̲̐͜ ̴͉̰̯̹̯̤̽̄̀̇ę̶̬̄͆̅͑̓͆a̶͎͖̍c̶̝̭̫̠͊͘͠͝h̵̭̫͇̝̖͛͑̈́̃͠ ̴͈̉d̸̬͕̥̠͊̌̄̂̆ë̶̡́̾a̸̡̛̹͛̂̈́̒t̴̪̺̉̀ḧ̴̰́,̴̨̛̘ ̶̧͕̘̞̙̂̉͑̋̆͝ţ̸̡̘̐͝h̷̥̗̀̌̾̊͘ę̴̹̘̅̓͂r̷̖͍̬̀̄͐͊é̷̡͇͉̩̊́̔̾̊ ̸̹͙̻̫̖̃͐i̴̱̥̪̩̋͌̂̕͝s̷̨̛̛̙̦̮̺̍̽͑͝ͅ ̷̛͎̗̹̝͝n̶̡̥̤̈̋̒͂͗̍o̵̮̲͠ṯ̴̡͓̖̪̾́́̑̌h̴̖͘ĩ̶̼̔̊͛̂n̵̻̄g̷̼̣͚̏̈ ̶̧̯͖̺̈́̀̽̑n̸̙͉̏̆è̴̗̦̰̓͆͑͊͜w̷̡͕̹̗̆ ̵̳͍͂͋t̶͕͍̅ǫ̸̛͔͙ ̷͖͎̯̩̝͉̒̊t̸̺̀̆̒͗̓a̴̰̻̟͒ͅk̶͉̿̌̓̋͘e̵͈͖̗̋͂̀ ̴̢̥͈̜̂̉̀͌ȉ̸̧̧̡̭͓t̸͔̟̯̻̃̈́̍s̴̻̣̤̦͗̔͜ͅ ̴͙̺̱͇͆p̸͙̲̗͉̥͑͆ͅĺ̴͖͕̿a̴̪̗͒̍c̵̛̦͕͚̳̮̅͗ȩ̴͎̜͔̀͠.̵͓͑̾̇̚͠ ̷̨̠͙̒͐̈́̏̚͘D̸̳̭̠̟̒͆̂i̶̩͈̘̬̎̔̿̔͋ḏ̸̞̭̮̰͛͊̈́ ̴̫̅́̿ý̴̜o̷̢͑̓̑ù̷̬̒͠ ̸̫̤͍̺͉̿̂̾n̸͍̰̪̪̱͐̃͊̓͠ṓ̴̧̗̮̻͐̿̀̚t̷̼̬̤̳̀̑͘͝ ̶̡̮͚̖̦̽̅͗s̷̞͋̂́͘͜ë̶̝̲͙́͊̌͝é̷̢͇̪̹̘͓͂͆͂̀́ ̷̛̦̂̎t̶͖̰̦̘̣̩̍͝h̶͇͈̅̉̽̚͜é̸͓͇̗̝̃͌̈́̕ ̴̤̬͈̻́é̵̬̟̂̄̋̅̕m̶̬̺̖̘̋͋̊͠p̴̛͎͍͆̋͜ḯ̷̢̭͓͊̉͊͝r̴̛̗̟̤̮̓̿̈́̅e̸̢̠͓͚͑̍̌͐ͅş̶̧̳̥͇͕͊̓ ̶̧̺̞̣̦̩̆͝t̸̘͐̕͘h̸̢͚͎̫͇͓͛̈́̈à̷̡̤͔̞̖t̵̢͈̱͌̆̀ ̸̨̠̬͊̀r̵͚̗̮̼̺̼̀̈́́̆͘o̸̡̼͔̅̀̏̕͜s̵̺̳̺̜̉̋̾̏̌e̴̘̦̤̟͖͇͊̀̈ ̴̢̹̕ͅį̴͗̈́ň̸̯͕͌́͐̽̂ ̷̛̱͇̘́̄̉̔K̷̺̥̹̤̤̗̓̆͛̐͋h̸͔͊̈́̅́̏͘a̸̮̼̲̽̓̒̾̇͜o̴̠̮̥̙̳̳̅̑͆͘͠s̸̡̫̠͙̳̄́’̶̟̠͕̪̎́s̵̭̰͊͂͐̈́ ̸̳̺̰͕̭̦̒w̶̠̰̫̙̳̪̏͋̇̆̐a̷̘̣͔͛͜k̵̡̻͓̺̰̮̊̋͗̏́e̴̢͉͚̞̟̓̉́̿̚͝,̶̭̪͙̺̯̃͆͌ ̴̨̨̧̛̬́̎̈̈́̈o̵̳̓̿̂̇̚r̷̨̻̦͑̂̂̚͝ ̸̲̰̹̠͓̭̽͑̄̓͐ţ̶͔͇̅̾h̶̩̜̐̈̐e̵͉͌͘ ̸̧̳̙̏͝p̸̙̦̌̍́̏̀l̴̢̪̞̖̱͖̏͆͒͆a̸̢̻̠͔̾͌͂͘͝ͅn̴̰̹̲͇̔̈́ͅę̵̹̻̺̹͍̚ț̴̡͖̰̠͉̋́s̸̹̻̽͋͂̌̅͘͜ ̵̡̳̞̪̥͉̐̇t̵̡̘̝̠̼̩̀̄ĥ̸̬̤̪̺͔̙̓̄a̸̺̮̜̜͓͊̒̚͜t̷̟͍̠͑͠ͅ ̷̳̙̓̏̾̑̍͘ͅt̷̳̺̠̍̾͒̇͐̓h̶͙̰̩̥͓̊̇̿̕ŗ̷̬̦͒͒͒͜ì̴̝̈́͒͗v̷̢̡͚͗͌̍̉͗͝e̸̳͈̞͍̦̔d̸͇̳̹͗ ̵̒͑̃͜a̷̯̘̥̲̽́̑̔ḟ̵̛̲͍t̵̡̛͐̀́̕ë̶̯̝̞̉̿̈́͝r̸̡͍͖̜̳̱͂͊͊̕ ̴̢͕̬͖̱̳̓͑̈́̅t̴̨̙͎̰͉͋͐̈́͌̀h̷̠̆̌͘ȩ̶̧̹̻̥̀̉̔i̵͔̻̲͈̤̽ȓ̵̬̲͖̯̠͜ ̶̧̬̇͘t̸̜̰̞͎̤̎̀ö̶̫̞́̀̅̀̚u̴̡̺͕̜͝c̸̡̈h̴̖͛̕͝?̸̢̱͈̼͙̮͆͑͠ ̵̛̖̜̈͆̂D̸̥̮̿i̸̔͜d̴̪͝ ̸͔̖̲͇̀̓̀͋͋y̶̙̫̤̹͐͐ȯ̸͓͌ṷ̴̪̖͛ ̷̹̬̪̦̠̏́̒̅͌n̴͍̤̻̔̊͛̋o̶̩̘̞̘̽̀̆̏ṫ̶̡̡͖̪̲ ̶̨̧̬̫̾̎͐ͅs̷̡̡̜̅̀̏̓̇̅e̵̻̹̙̰̞̾̀e̴͔̝͐̌̃͋͐ ̶̢̗̞̂͊̓ť̸͖̚h̴͙͈͛̍e̷̮̍̆͆̎̂̂ ̴̣̮̲̚p̵̡̭̆͒͠l̴̦̑͂à̷͓̦̜͈͓̣͂̑̂̇͛ṉ̵̙̪͙͗̈́̆͐͝e̶̢̩̳͇̩̲̚t̴̠̰̞̲̭̞̋̽̃͋̅s̷̛͕̰̥̝̙͚̍̐͂ ̸͔͓̙̣̄̃̈͂̌̂ì̸̛̍̊̀̇ͅt̵̰̫͉̩̊̅̄̑̚ͅͅ ̶̧̹̍̾̌̿̀m̴̳̦̬͊̄̍́͐͠ò̷̟͂̈́̄͗͜ͅḽ̵͆̓d̵̰̼̭̆͛ȇ̸̡̨̠̖̦͚͐d̵̗̘̦̿͛͒̾ ̴̧̟̣̺͍̀i̴͉͓̮̾n̸̛̫͖̒̈̓͝͝t̶̰̒̿͊̉o̶͕͈͒̓̍̇͛̃ ̸̯̊̀̃̐̀b̴̲͉͙̗̩̞̊̈́̍̑͝e̵͕͔̖̊͗͋̀̑í̶͖̻̍̓̌͘n̸̖͉̝̠͑͒̈͝g̶̜̍ ̶͚̖͛̔̿f̵̠̰̩̜̂̒͛r̴̳͎͂̐̎͛ô̴̬̜̒̈́̕̚̕m̵̧͍͙̓ ̸̰̱͆́͝s̸̡̫̍͋̇͊̍t̶͈̅ả̵̮̼̻͊́͠ͅr̵̢͑̅́d̷͙̜̿̽u̸͈̮̪̞͂͂̈̅̈́͝s̶̤͖̼̪̩̈́͒t̶̘̻̱̳̣̒?̴͉̳̳͕͛͘͜ͅ ̸̞͔̊͌̈́̾̈͝N̵͍̪͂̎̈̈̇͝o̴̳͙̘̝̎̄͊͝,̶̣̟͉͙̲͂ ̷̢̤͉̹̿̓́b̴̫̰̎̃̓̏ẹ̵̡͙̦̦͌c̷̹̓́̅̈́̽͝à̴̢͍̭͕û̸͇̰̳͕s̵̗̈͒͒̀͋e̸̛̘͋̈́̕ ̵̢̤̞̯̀̐͜y̴̹̙̫̲͓̘͐̂͐̐̽̕o̷͊̏̊̾̌͝ͅǘ̷̳̗͋͌̀̕ ̸̧̧͓̤̌͜͜o̸̮̣̤̪̕̕n̵̥̆̃̈́̚l̸̢̫̣̈̓̕͝y̸̧̟̭̩͗͑̿͑͐͝ͅ ̴̠̋̔̏̕w̷̖͑͐̄͘a̸̡̳̟̎́͂ń̴͍̬̀̅͌̈́͠t̴̗̯͇̮̣̉̆̋e̸̦̙̻̘̻̦̓͊͝ď̵̢̠͎͍̏ ̸̜̟͖̫̖̯̌̂̓̿̐t̷̡͕̜͌̚͜ọ̵̲͍͙͉̓͛̒̕ ̵̦̪͔̝̏̎̃̑̅̚s̶̗̮̻̆e̵̲̦̮̎͜͜ḙ̸̹͠ ̴̧̥̞͉̍̃̚͝͠ṯ̸̓̀͒̓͝h̶̯͇͔̘̽͝ě̴̝̰̽́͊ ̶̳̌̕m̴͚̜̑̈́̓õ̸͈̻̌͊̈́ṉ̸̞̝̎̿̎̈s̷͕̼͛̓̽͋̓͠t̷͕̿̾̅ḛ̵̅r̸͎̀̽ ̷̬̻͛̚̕ỳ̶̧̱̬̫ô̷͚̄͋̏̚ư̴̡̺̱͕̿̄͌ ̷̢̮̻̉͗̐͋̄͝w̸͕̙͒̿ͅa̴̛̤̰̟͓͒̈́̂̂͛͜n̵͍̋́̾t̴̫̦͒̋̄̾͜è̵̮̫̳̥͔̱d̶̡̬͂́̃͊̚.̷̜̣̯̄͗”̴̞̗̣̗̗̔͒̀̂ͅ They say as they tower over the scientist

M̴̳̪̹̞͔͚̾̋̎͘͠y̵̝̌̉̿,̵̼͇̝̌͑͝ ̴̛͚̠̇̀̂̉͜M̸̲͉̞͓̘͝y̶̨͇̼̆͛̄,̴̨̣̫̼̭͑̂̌̄ ̸̟̘̝̙͓̇̾͘͝H̷̝̞̾͝i̷̢̼͈͓̬̒̄̀͜s̶̛͚͈͈̘̑̔͌̀ ̵̢̮̭̤̟̬́̏͘M̴̗͇̘̘̔̑͑͊́͝ą̸̬͇͙̝̱̈́̈͂̉͂j̵͕̠̬̪̳̽e̷̛͙̱͙̘̋̈̋͆͘ͅŝ̸̡̡̛̺̭̤̂̀t̶͉̊ẏ̶̡̯͔͎̏́̑̀ ̵͖͓̬̇̓͋̑̓̚w̶̠̓̅̕͝o̵̤̎̅û̸̡̳͙̌̐͗̄͠l̴̻̟̠̞̝̽̋́͆̈́̍ḏ̶̨̢̫̳͖̒̅͐͝͝͠ ̷̟̝̀͋̒͒̆b̶̗̞͓̲̓̾͂̏͝e̸̖̣̹̹͗͐̽̃̒̚ ̷͈̥̙̫̙̾o̵̙͖͈̭͆̏̇̆f̵̨͙̼͍͚̊͂̐̚f̸̥̜͑̒͝e̸̤͐̀̋n̴̮̳̱̞̮̓ͅd̷͈̱̋̈̍e̴̲̯̗̣͑̌̉̍̊d̸̰̮͈͉͈̈́ ̷͕̞̑̊͂͂̋ṫ̸̟̰͎̲̇̈́͒̓͌o̴̗͓͋ ̶̹̄̇̀͒͒͜h̸̡̢̢̤̻͈̋͋͆̀ẽ̴̺̭͔̦̰͚ā̵̮̩̀̅̊̊̓ȑ̵̳ ̵̥̙̅͜ý̶̭̮̜͗͝ỏ̸͇̺̦͈͛͐̈́̌ṵ̴͔͆ ̶͙̮͔̥̙̒̓̌͊͒͘s̷̢͖̞͔̗͆̅͒͊̾ą̴̘̱̼͖̊̃͋ỷ̷̢̢̱͚̳͉̇͠ ̴̧͎̫͚̻͌̚ṯ̴̋h̷͈̮͕̭͋̾͌a̶̠̯̯̾̑̌t̸̢̜̥̩͇͋̄̌́̀͛.̷͈̺̟̙̅̏̌͘ ̷̢̘̰̖́T̵͉̣͍̈̂̚͠ô̷̠̒ ̵͓͉̦̙̇͊̓̿͝t̵̨͖̏́h̸̝̞̭̤͖̐̓̀́͛i̶͖͝n̵̻͔̝̼̿̈̊̋̀ḵ̸̰͎̹̙̏̔ ̵̗̦̠͜͝ẏ̴̯̼͈ò̸ͅu̵̖͔̱͆́̓̄̅ ̸̞̯̙͖̝̐̌̒͋s̸̪̜̖͐̊͒̊͝e̶̮̦̙̳͎̠̊͒͐̇̈̾ḕ̶̠̙̮̲̞͚̅́ ̸͈̮͖͊H̸͍̏̎i̶̱̫̖̘̽̄͝ͅm̸̧͎̆̀̈́͆ ̸̥͗́a̶͉͚̙͇͎͑͆̌̒̐s̷̰̤͝ͅ ̸̨̖͙̜͂̓̊͊̈́͠ș̸̳͎̮̓ơ̷͎̻̦̍͊̔ ̵͙̭̺̳͕͚̀̍̑̀͘w̴̖̟̤̙͕̅e̷̟͒͂ͅa̸̢̢̛̗̤͎͚̒k̵̘͖̏̌͝ ̷̞͖̦̘͊̅a̴͍͒͗͂͑͒s̵̜̘̰͓̝̮͆̂̃̄ ̸̖̞̫̭̏́͝i̶̯͆̑̚n̴̩͉̖̟͌̾̅̚c̶͙̩̘̻̦̑͋̏̒͒̅a̷͖̜̰͑p̶̭͒̀́̌͝ȁ̵̱̦͈͂̓͂̈́͘b̶̢̙̜̮̈́̃̃͑͑ľ̸̨͖̭̻̽̑ë̸̹́̀̈̾͗ ̴̡̠̾̉̋̓̍ò̷̹̺̈́̄̊͝f̵̨̯̰͔̘̊͗̅ ̴̨̼̠͉̜̠̈́̈́̆̀d̶͓͇̪̩̽͒e̴͖͕̤̓̔̂́f̴͔̻̭͐̏e̶͇̭͒̄͋̊̽n̷̡̼̗̋d̵̫̳͍̊̓i̶̡̪͗n̵̨̩̞̠̦̭̅̄̋͒̚g̵̟͎͇̥̋̐̕ͅ ̶̢̭̦͕̗̈́̐͜H̶̨̛͖̥̙̾͜i̴̙͓̯̳̍̔̒͘ͅs̸̟͖͎͚̹̎͒ ̷͓͈̋̂ọ̵̳̎̈́̍̏̋w̵̻̜͌n̵̯͐ ̵̳͕̪̀̓̆r̸̛͇̙ë̶͔̻̟̱̺̻́́a̶͉̿̑͑̈́̚͠l̴͉̩̖͙͐̂m̷̨̦̬̻̰̎͗̍̀͝͝.̵̟̣̎͗̏”̵͚̏̌̍ They click their tongue N̶̻̱̒̍̆̃̐̑̆̽̍́͂́̏̽̑ȫ̴̡̞͆̃͜͝ ̴̘̬̣͚̮̺̇̏́̕ö̵̢̠̜͇͔̤̱͚̭͎̹̫̏̆͒̀̌̒̀̂͆̕̚̚̕ǹ̴̛̤̯̖̄̑̈́̽͗̏͌̅͆̄̀̚͝͝è̴̬̝̘͚̗͔̼͕̗̼̗̼̦͉̞͙̩̽̀̐̂́͗̉͐̽̋͛͌ ̷̧͇̝̺̤͍̱̲̞̣̂͋͌̚ȩ̷̟͍̼͉̦̹̓̅̀̿̑́̂͋͐̓̈́̈́͆͋͝n̶̛͎̺̏͒̇̉̈́t̸̨̘͉̬͍̯̖̮̻̠̦̒̇̌̀͆͌̄̀͑͆̚é̵̱̖̘̩̲̤̰̅͌̋̓̈́͊͌̈́́r̵̡͙̞̦̩̮̺̣̪͔̱̽͑̀̉̾̀̋̑̓͊̒̈̔́͝ṣ̸̨̢̛̪̝̼̤̥̲̞̗̈̔̍͐͆̋̈͋̈́̿̾̒̕͜͠͝ͅ ̵̟́͋̏͆͘͘͠Ç̸̧̧̛̥̟͕͓̟͇̯̻̩̜̜̼̱̦̈́̓̑̽̈́̉͛a̵̛̫͔̲̦͕̺̋́̎̆͋̂̄̓͐͑͘r̶̩͖͙̻͖͇͍̽̒̃̈̔c̸̤̦̟̝̹̥͓̭̄̓̀̀̀̿̆͑̒̈̀͜o̴͖͚̖͆͂s̶͉̜̞̳͍̹̰͍̱̋̂̈́ä̵̧͑͗́͑̀̀͑͋̃̏͂̔ ̷̢̯̞̦̺̖̲̻̬̝̽̿̏̍͂̑̐̂́̐̀͗̍̚̚ͅt̷̢̛̛̤̖̜̟̝̙̪͓̼̥͍̞͈̠̒͗͊̃̋̽̈́̀̑̈̚͠͝h̷̢͇̱̥̯̮̎̆̔̀̈́͑̂͒̈́̽͗̂͘̚à̷̢̢͎̜̜̰̫̣͒͊̑̉͂͌͐t̶̡͙̮̳͕̜̼̰̣́ ̷̡̨̞͕̗̻̹͖̲̟͉̫̥͓̓̓ͅH̷̢̡̬̦͕̝͔̯̝͔̫̣̝̜̔̽̈̅͌e̸̙͍̘͖͔̍́͂̿̅̉͛̈́̽̀͆͂̍̚͝ ̵̧̛̦̤͇͉̹̟̫̀̃̋̿̈̈̔̉̀͝d̷̨̜̹̫̫̝̞̣̱̩̫͉͙͓̺͉͇̅̃̒͌o̸̡̧̺͍̮̗̫̪͇͙̗͆̓̆̂̊̽͋̔̆ͅè̴̢̨̗͈̟̼͓̟͈̥̜̙̱͙͌̿͂̓͘ş̶̛̱̟̫͕̥̰̮͕̘̪̙̳̑̃̄͋̌́̏̓̊̈́͑̒̒̈́̋͝ͅͅņ̸̹̦̥̹̯͔͕̍̈́̆͒̈̉̇̑̑̉̀͊̑̕͝͝ͅ’̶͉͖̣̠̥̟̼̼͒͌́͑̒̌͛̓̈́̉͘t̷̨̧̡̗͎̦̠̟̘̰̗̻̳̮͆͗̿̑̋̈́̅̐̀̍̀̈́̕͝ ̸͍̆̈́͘a̴̬͎̠̗͉̻͍̖̭͙͕̳̼̽̀̃̔́̆̾̈͐̐͋͐͜͝ͅl̵̢̡̳̝͎̝̉̐̔͝l̵̡̧͇̺̩̣̘̖͓͉̲̘̙̗̠͆͋̅̔͂̈̐͗̄͋̾͜͝͝ò̶̘̞͕͉̘̳̩͎̙̳̂̅̈́̊̍̀̍͂͒̂͘͠͝ẁ̶͔͍͒̏̆̅̈́̋͒̊.̸̨̢͍̫̟̹̜̻̝̭̗̦̬̩̲̰͈̌̍”̴̧͔͕̔̉̽͂͋̔́́̀̽̑͋͆̋͐͝ͅ

“I didn’t… uh…”

She grins down at them. A snake wraps around Eris, covering their eyes as Lettie guts the scientist like a fish

[Eris squeaks as their eyes are covered, squirming to figure out who turned out the lights. While unable to see what happened, they relax as they hear the head scientist scream in agony during his final moments. As the other scientists start screaming again, it curls up in Lettie’s snake and falls asleep.]

After a good long nap, the squid wakes up to something nomming it

[Eris slowly opens its eyes to look at what’s nomming it. Assuming this is some sort of greeting, they open their mouth to nom them in return.]

The prince lets out a high pitched squeak before tiny hands grab Eris’s teeth

[The creature stops when the bubbles turn into eyes, immediately burying itself in the sand. After a few seconds, it peeks its eyes out in hopes the bubble eyes are gone.]

The eyes were still there, slowly blinking at it. The eyes the suddenly disappear as the blood starts to bubble not too far from shore. Slowly sneaks appear, followed by the rest of the Lady of Revelry’s physical body, some blood forming into their hat and cloak. They draw closer to shore, extra arms forming from blood to gently scoop up the squid

”My my, what fierceness.” She coos, bringing the squid to their chest. They lift up a porcelain hand, gently running a finger on the tiny thing’s mantle

[The squeaking stops as they run a finger over the squid’s mantle. It slowly opens their eyes, unsure how to react to the touch besides squishing slightly and blinking.]

”Such an adorable and fascinating thing. You have a similar energy to my Kossy, but also something entirely unique.” They hum and lower their hands so the little thing could float a little in the bloody ocean. The waters would have no negative effects on them

[They’re immediately distracted by the water as their little tentacles float out from beneath them. How fascinating. They move their tentacles around in the water, blinking in surprise as some splashes up towards its face.]

They laugh a bit and just watch the little creature

It takes everything in their power to not immediately start squealing when the little squid makes a copy of their hat. She then lifts them up and nuzzles the little creature “You’re my little squishy now. I will burn worlds for you.”

She hums as they nuzzle the creature some more before frowning a bit at the tentacle seemingly being pulled away. She grabs it lightly, investigating

[The tentacle starts to move a little more at the light touch, as if some invisible force is trying to tug at it. The creature immediately wraps its arms around Lettie’s hand, squeaking again.]

She hums and teleports her and the little creature to where it’s being tugged. A small flood of blood immediately covers laminated floors as they look around

“Huh, intriguing.” She says and puts the squid on their shoulder. They then snap their fingers, making the scientists’ weapons turn into confetti, guts, or fish

[The squid makes themselves comfy on their shoulder as the scientists start panicking. One reaches toward the reset button before another smacks him and calls him stupid. The general consensus of the rest is to escape and wait for her to leave. Though one does attempt to hit them with a fish.]

”Ah, ah, ah. You can’t leave yet, the revelry hasn’t even started ~!” Hands emerge from the blood on the ground, grabbing the scientists. The one that did attempt to hit them, is bitten by one of their snakes

[The little squid chirps happily as it watches. Some fucked up things must’ve happened here if it seems to relax to the screams and alarms that fill the air. When the scientists are gone it’ll be easier to figure out just what that is.]

They hum as they start to explore the labs, picking up papers to read them. As they keep reading, the blood starts to boil with her growing anger

There is a beat if silence before the sound of metal ripping as Letita digs claws of solid blood into the walls, tearing out the wiring to the reset button. H̴̞̻̃̄̋́͆̊̐͒̍̋̈́ǫ̷̡̹̮̱͔̠̝̙̻̠̻̪̬̈́̐͛̉̏͐̇̓͑̀̕̕͝w̸̜͈͕͔̱̳͎̥̹̰͍̯̘͍̘̫̍ͅ ̸̨̪͔̝̥̫͕̝̻͉̹̠̳̼͔̈̀̏͋̌̓̓̕d̶͖̭̤̻̟͈̟͚̦̫͖͂̀̊̒̓̈́͆̿̃̓̚̚͠ȁ̵̢͚͇̻̰͉͕̺̯͉̦̣̦̎̈́͑̅̓̔̂̀̕ŗ̵̛̼̱̣̹̇̇̊̈̎̀͑̏̐̐̂͂͋̕̕͝e̴̛̙͖̫̻̦̬̹͙̽͑̃́̇̿͑͆͂͜͜ ̴̡̖͍̤͇̤͇̱͇͚͓̪͙͂͋́y̶̧̧̝̙̘͉͈͓͙̪̝̜̙̬̮̒̚͘͜͝ó̶̡̧̗̱͙͓̼̟̜̩̥͔͍̌̽͜ǘ̸̹̺̘̘͉͕̗͛͊͋͘͠ ̸̪̙̳̞͓͚̙͔̲͗̽́͋̐̽̒̑͊̈́̕̚͜h̸̨̖̖̥̫̠̦̝̮͌͑a̶͚͔̩̣͉͕̣̮͚͈͙̒̍̌̽̿̈́͂̇͘ͅv̶̧͉̰̟͍͔̊̌̈́͌̄͋͂̀̐̈́̇̚͘̚͝͝͠ę̷̙̞̩͂́̾ ̵̡̘͖̫̘̺̰̜̭̗͙̤̖͕͖́̿ţ̴̖̳̱͌̽́́̉͐̈͝͠h̷͔̭͖̗̹̩̲̉̐̒̋̀̓̂̎̿̔͋̇̾̿̚̚e̶̢͓̤̟̻̦͓̠͚̠̊͒̑͗̕͠ ̸̡̢̮̝̦̲̘̩̯̠͔͔͖̣͂͜ͅͅg̸̨̣͉͙̦̩̩̪͙̪̮̭̮͑͒̎͗͑̌̆͆͐̂̄̕͝͝a̴̩͇̓̑̋̓͋͛̓͌͌̄̿͘͝l̶̢̤̬̻͈̱̔̓̎͛̊̒́̄̇̂̉͑̑̾͝l̸̤͖̳̀̅̆̈́̽̃̕͠ ̴̛̭̲̦̗̱͓̮̩̩̖̦͚̈́̊̓̀̋̈̊̑͘͝t̶̬̠̙͉̱̭͎̤͍̐̀͆̄͂͘ͅo̷̢̜̘̜̎̌͌̽̈̅̓̓̆̀͝ ̶̛͖̬͙̙̲̺̞̦̞̳̬̌̃̈́̌́͐̾̓̂̽̑̕͝ḧ̴̝̩͇̆͋̋̆̇̾͛͠ä̵͍̘̜̭̝͎́́͛́͆̑̀͝r̴͙͓̦̯͓̮̙̥̦̺̈́̃͒͛̉͆̓̊̈̕̕͘͝m̸̮͊͂͑̇͒̐̿̓̽̐́͑̀͜ ̷̼̣̭͓̯̋̔̆͛̃̓̅̍̀͛͝a̷̢̲̖̩̲̖̭͙̘̓͑̓͗͝ ̷̛͙̀̋́͜c̵̥̝̤͙̭͖͆͐̅͌͐͐͜h̶̨̢̥̤̱͚̱̟͓͈̲͓̲̬͎͎̿͐̒̅͗̎̄͗͆̌͒̂̕͜͝ī̷̢̬͕̱̤͎̮͔̭̥̱̄̓̇͊́̕ľ̴̡̢̛͇̪͚̖͋͐̾̈͛̈̐̅̿̊͝͝ͅͅd̶̠̭͖̏̀͊͐!̷̛̛̟̣̀̓̏̌̃̉̑͌́̈́̈́͐

All of Letitia’s eyes lock onto the scientist. They stand tall and grin “Ö̵̳̦͇́̑̍̓̆ḫ̸͉͂͑ ̸̜̜̼́̃̔̾h̵͖̊o̴̬̤̗͕̔̌̆͂͊̃,̴̳͍̠̟͗̑̒̈́̽̕ ̵͍̼͈͉̰̀̊̿l̴̟̝̦͚̀o̷̡̥̼͛o̵̪̰̚ͅk̶̟̙̰͓̅ ̴̧̣̮͔̄̈͋͠͝a̴̢̨̢͍̝̐͋̕t̵̡̩̙̘̯͆͗ ̸̡̬̣̼̥̿̈́͠y̵̫͛o̸̱̒ű̷̘͖̔,̵͔̱̖̝̭̍͂͆̆͘͝ ̵͔̉̉̇̐t̵̩̭̙͌̓́r̸̬̰̥̳̍͐͐̈́͘ÿ̵̝̹͈̞͇́̾į̶̡͚̭̘̦̈́̌̒͝n̷̫͕̺̳̓̏̍̚͘͝ģ̸̡͍̊ ̵̼̣̦͓̦͐̔t̶͓̎̈́̈́ǫ̷͍̘̣͍̇̒ ̶̖͕̓̂̄͑̈́̆p̸̹͍̭̣̖̻̓̕͠l̶͚̇͝a̵̛͕̲̣͕̾͊̓̚y̶̹̭̓̀̑̇ ̸͓̻́͑̈̋g̴̜̝̞̭̔̾̅͜o̸̹̓̾̑̐̔͝d̶̢̝͈̖͉̓̆̐̎͐.̸͔̗́́͠ ̸̢̦͈̹̟́̓̓̓͆D̷͚̭̥͋͐̈͝ó̷̧͎̖͉̤̈́̃͊n̵̻͘͘’̶̳̅̈́̆t̶̘̣͓̞̀̿̍͝ ̴̦̭̫̯͎̭͛͆̒̕y̸̮̟͚̮͖̋̔͋̐o̴̞͎̱͑̑́û̶̧̺͎͈̞ ̴̖̇̃͘ķ̷̗̘̾̽͐̓̂̎n̵̨͖͋̃̓̕͝ǫ̷̺͙̦͉̅̋͌̈́̄͘ẁ̷̙̆̈̚͘ ̷͉͗́͊ṯ̶̨̻̈h̸͖̒̽͆à̶̡͕͈̣̣͇̔̑̀̉͌t̷̹̣̩̮͖̗͊͐͋̊͒͝ ̷̪͋̿͝ĩ̶͙ṫ̵̨̧͓͕͍̯͗͐͘’̸̨̥̰̘̏͝s̸̖̃̐ ̵͈͚̖͚͚̯̈͌c̸̫̘͗̾̕͠h̴̯̣̘͒̀͆̊a̷̳̭̗̽̾̒ơ̵̼̰̽̉̕s̴̢̠͕͈͙̼̀͛ ̴̠͔̪̣͎̉̾͆̔̀ͅt̵̼̞͍̪̹͗͐͛h̷̛͈͓̓̾̾a̵̛͈̘͉̙͛̚͠t̸̨̝̫̟̓̀ ̸̯̞̻̤̭̣̑͋̍k̵̙̯͈̜͙̦͌̀̚ě̸̝͘̕e̶̡̯̭͇̊́p̵̨̢̡̗̠͎͗͛͌͑̐̊ș̵͚̭̳͈̈́̉̏̑ ̴̗͚̜̥̚t̵̢̝̰̝̭͐̈́̅̉̕ḥ̶͈̥͔̣͙̊̆e̸̺͇͍͎̻̙͌ ̵̬̣̀͐͌̍̐͝u̷̞̝̱̥̭͕̽͆͝n̵̳̝͋̑́͘i̷̢͙̟̹̓̊̈́͑͛̍ͅv̵̨̡̦̻̣̔̅͌͋́̚ͅe̵̛͔̝̭͌͑̊̕r̵͎̺̦̃́̈́͝s̶̞͖̀̍̀́ȩ̸̭̥̗͂̀͑s̵̪̱͈̼̯̻̆ ̷͇͋s̵̻̲͈̔͜͝ͅp̵̹̣̙̙͖͍̉í̸̢̫̥͈̇̄̌͐̕n̵̡̢͖̦̙̔̎̿̄̌̈́ņ̶̲̫̤͐̍̌͝ḯ̷̡̅̏͒͗n̷̟͂g̷̱̹̹̮̈̑̈̓̐̑?̴̻̞͚̻̾͑ ̶̺̻̣̺̈́̔͗̅̚͝K̸̥̖̇̐̏̈̌̈́e̶̢͍̓̔̊̽͝ë̶̠́̋̈̏̔͝p̷̡̣̯̘͙͐̔ş̸̥͎̰͔̃̓̋̎̕̚ ̶̧͉̗̖̭̺́̂̏t̵͕̏̔ḩ̴͉͚̈́̿́͂͠e̴̛̯̋̿͑m̴͓̱̀̈́͝ ̷̨̧̛̻̩͎̔̍͂̕ṫ̴͍͙͇͔ͅh̴̤̯̐̇͘r̷̼͋́̓̏̈i̵̪̓̀̏̍́͘v̷̥͑͛i̸̤̦̰̦̟̯̅͂̅͝n̶̡̈̉̑͐̓̄g̷̞̥̰͚̳̔̏͑”

“̷̝̹̳̇̎̓̕K̷̡̫̞͐͒͋h̷̞́̒̎̊̾̃͜ä̴̝̺̖̹o̸̱͓͊͋s̷̛͔͑̃́͠ͅ ̸̨̧͇̈́̇͘͝ī̷͙̫̞̭̝͚̏s̸̖͒̆̿̉̄͝ ̷̢͉͕͓̏͛͗̄̃͝ͅl̷͈̤͕̟̊̂͑͒͝ǐ̵̛͙̱̠̳̲͝f̶̲͓̀̍͌e̶̘̳͈͛ ̷̱̦͙͗̕a̶̧̧̬͕͗̊n̷̰̓ḑ̶̜̰̼̹͛̉͘ ̶̫̟̑̊̈̕ḻ̵̗̋̈́̌̂̅͑ȋ̶̜̞͎͕́̄͒f̶̨̗̭̗̬̌̈́̚e̷̝̤̗͋ ̶̻̭̥̑į̸̨͓͎̮̄͊͜s̸̞͎̎ ̷̢̻̫̻̇̃͛c̴̛̐̚ͅḥ̴̛̉̇͝a̷̳̞̤̖̾̐͋o̴͔̞̗͈̳͕̐͝s̷̞͉͎̒̈́,̵͍͙̯̖̻̃ ̸̧̪̝̤̳̙͑͛p̸̡͇͍̱̻͂̓̍͝l̶̥̭̻̺̹̊̇̏̾͐̕ą̸͓̹̗͛̅̔̿̀ṅ̵̡͙̺̻̋͒̈́e̶̛̼̼͙̲͑̃̓̽̓t̸͎̝̃͛̈́͗s̷̨͔͕͕̕ ̴͓͈̺̼̹̃̓̽d̶̢̩̻̎̾͒͂ḯ̸̢͖̾͌̆̽e̶̮̣̭̯̋͆͐̇̄ ̴̹̭̗̼̃͆̀ẹ̸͎̖͚̣̮̽v̴̧̗̭̿e̴̮͙͕̩͓͔̋ŕ̵̼̩y̵̨͓̲̠͙̽͛d̴̨̗̅̆͗̋a̷̬͑̈́y̵͓͍̦̣͓̫͛͑͛͛̚,̷͉̄̍̽̚ ̷̢͙̱͎͗̎͂̿b̸̤̖́̚u̸̹̹͎͘t̸͕̦̳̠̀ ̶̪̩̩̻͑͛̑͘n̵̘̄̐͛̾̊̑ͅò̴̹̩̯̞̙̻̊̉͘w̷̨͚̍͒͜ ̶͖̘̪̘̙͊́̋͌̚ͅt̴̳̖̹͆̈͊̈́̀͋h̴̨͍͠ȩ̷̨͉͚͚̪̽͑͝ṙ̶̠͚̿͘e̵̛͇̤̳̰͖ ̶̛̭̈̀ị̷̛̊͝͠s̴͙̖̬̬̦̀̿͠ ̷̦̫̩̻̈̈́̓̕n̶͚̣̪̳̄͂̋̈́ỏ̷͇͖̩́ ̷̦̗͊̆͂̾͝r̴̖̯͖̩̭̹̃͌͂h̶̜̥̜͍̓́̒̅ỳ̶͓̤̱̻̗̈́͒ͅm̸̧̗͙̾́̓̓̚͜͝e̴̞̲̊ ̴͔̙̮̔̀t̵̝̠͍̒o̶̥̳̩̙̝͋ ̴̬͗̑́ŵ̴̭̕h̶̘̞͎̭́o̶̧͖̘͙͉͋͛̏̈͋͠ ̴͎̙̗̣̖̅̃̇̂͛̚l̶̛̺͚̹̀̽͐̊̚í̶͈̅̍v̴̳͔̏͐̈́̾̃̊ė̸̢͓̈́̌̔̓ ̸̡͚̓̚ą̶͚̲̤̭̺̈́̎̒̽͝ǹ̴̮͓d̷̛̲͖̭͠͝ ̵̥͕̩̉w̵̢̱͍͍̄͒̅̾ẖ̶̦̫̱̺̂̊͝ͅǫ̶̯̳͇͗͐ ̴̫̯̬̫͗ḓ̸̨͙̣̹̊̾͊̄͂͠i̵̬̬̯͛̐ȩ̸͉̙̩̂͆̉̇̒͜s̶̡̑̆̐͋̎.̵̧̫͎͕̈́͋̉̄ ̵̢̝̠̌̓̇̇̇̉T̵̯͕͕̾̋̈́͌͌̑͜h̸͎̳͈͈̓̈́̀͝e̵̠͒̊́̇ͅ ̶̣̞͙̭͑̅͆̍͝u̵͈̝̖̖͓̓n̷̢̞̟͆̄͐̾ị̴̫̹̘̮̈́͋v̸̦̺̻͊̓͑e̸̼̠͌̔͂͌͜ͅr̶̗͚̒s̵͎͖͔̒͛́̓̕͝ͅe̷̯̠͈̺̬͂͝s̵̨͇͙̺͚͓̿́̂ ̴̟̜̳̿̊͛̔̆̚a̶̠͕̭̼̗͗̔͒͂͝ŗ̴̮̮͎̐̈͘͜͝͝ͅẽ̸͕͛͝ ̸̨̹̗̄b̵̧̰̭̠̹͛̐͒̀ḛ̶̀̽̐ç̵̨͍̹͙̆͘̚o̷̺̹̗͗͒̎̊͠ͅm̷̲͔̳̯͈̊͌ĩ̸̲́̃͝n̴͙͕̺͕͛̆̔͛͊g̷̡̖̥̈ ̷̹͚̳̗͍̘̓̆ś̶̡̧͍͓̳̰t̶̙̙̙̎ą̶̼̮̓̑͐͑g̷̢̼̐͗͘n̴̛͉̗̜̩̏̇̿͋ǎ̷̛̪͙̓͝n̴̛̲̫̤̩̳̣̅̆̾̆t̷̮̖̭͌̈́̇̕͝,̵̖͔̦͓͒̾̅̂ ̶̧̣̯͚͔̜̃b̴̤̫͓̱̈͑e̵̦̣͎͖͊̒̑̿̏̀c̵̢̗̞͇̗͆̄̀̌́͝á̶̛͈̰̝̉͛̏̐u̶̫̝̗̮͛̓͋̿̍̕͜s̵̢͎̦͈͌e̶̼͑̄̆̌̒̌ ̵̫̼͕̲̀͌̇̑̑ͅw̶̯̽̍̄̾̀͝ǐ̷͚̺͇̞͓̫̇̕͘͝ẗ̴̻́́ͅh̴̛̙̪̼̲̐͜ ̴͉̰̯̹̯̤̽̄̀̇ę̶̬̄͆̅͑̓͆a̶͎͖̍c̶̝̭̫̠͊͘͠͝h̵̭̫͇̝̖͛͑̈́̃͠ ̴͈̉d̸̬͕̥̠͊̌̄̂̆ë̶̡́̾a̸̡̛̹͛̂̈́̒t̴̪̺̉̀ḧ̴̰́,̴̨̛̘ ̶̧͕̘̞̙̂̉͑̋̆͝ţ̸̡̘̐͝h̷̥̗̀̌̾̊͘ę̴̹̘̅̓͂r̷̖͍̬̀̄͐͊é̷̡͇͉̩̊́̔̾̊ ̸̹͙̻̫̖̃͐i̴̱̥̪̩̋͌̂̕͝s̷̨̛̛̙̦̮̺̍̽͑͝ͅ ̷̛͎̗̹̝͝n̶̡̥̤̈̋̒͂͗̍o̵̮̲͠ṯ̴̡͓̖̪̾́́̑̌h̴̖͘ĩ̶̼̔̊͛̂n̵̻̄g̷̼̣͚̏̈ ̶̧̯͖̺̈́̀̽̑n̸̙͉̏̆è̴̗̦̰̓͆͑͊͜w̷̡͕̹̗̆ ̵̳͍͂͋t̶͕͍̅ǫ̸̛͔͙ ̷͖͎̯̩̝͉̒̊t̸̺̀̆̒͗̓a̴̰̻̟͒ͅk̶͉̿̌̓̋͘e̵͈͖̗̋͂̀ ̴̢̥͈̜̂̉̀͌ȉ̸̧̧̡̭͓t̸͔̟̯̻̃̈́̍s̴̻̣̤̦͗̔͜ͅ ̴͙̺̱͇͆p̸͙̲̗͉̥͑͆ͅĺ̴͖͕̿a̴̪̗͒̍c̵̛̦͕͚̳̮̅͗ȩ̴͎̜͔̀͠.̵͓͑̾̇̚͠ ̷̨̠͙̒͐̈́̏̚͘D̸̳̭̠̟̒͆̂i̶̩͈̘̬̎̔̿̔͋ḏ̸̞̭̮̰͛͊̈́ ̴̫̅́̿ý̴̜o̷̢͑̓̑ù̷̬̒͠ ̸̫̤͍̺͉̿̂̾n̸͍̰̪̪̱͐̃͊̓͠ṓ̴̧̗̮̻͐̿̀̚t̷̼̬̤̳̀̑͘͝ ̶̡̮͚̖̦̽̅͗s̷̞͋̂́͘͜ë̶̝̲͙́͊̌͝é̷̢͇̪̹̘͓͂͆͂̀́ ̷̛̦̂̎t̶͖̰̦̘̣̩̍͝h̶͇͈̅̉̽̚͜é̸͓͇̗̝̃͌̈́̕ ̴̤̬͈̻́é̵̬̟̂̄̋̅̕m̶̬̺̖̘̋͋̊͠p̴̛͎͍͆̋͜ḯ̷̢̭͓͊̉͊͝r̴̛̗̟̤̮̓̿̈́̅e̸̢̠͓͚͑̍̌͐ͅş̶̧̳̥͇͕͊̓ ̶̧̺̞̣̦̩̆͝t̸̘͐̕͘h̸̢͚͎̫͇͓͛̈́̈à̷̡̤͔̞̖t̵̢͈̱͌̆̀ ̸̨̠̬͊̀r̵͚̗̮̼̺̼̀̈́́̆͘o̸̡̼͔̅̀̏̕͜s̵̺̳̺̜̉̋̾̏̌e̴̘̦̤̟͖͇͊̀̈ ̴̢̹̕ͅį̴͗̈́ň̸̯͕͌́͐̽̂ ̷̛̱͇̘́̄̉̔K̷̺̥̹̤̤̗̓̆͛̐͋h̸͔͊̈́̅́̏͘a̸̮̼̲̽̓̒̾̇͜o̴̠̮̥̙̳̳̅̑͆͘͠s̸̡̫̠͙̳̄́’̶̟̠͕̪̎́s̵̭̰͊͂͐̈́ ̸̳̺̰͕̭̦̒w̶̠̰̫̙̳̪̏͋̇̆̐a̷̘̣͔͛͜k̵̡̻͓̺̰̮̊̋͗̏́e̴̢͉͚̞̟̓̉́̿̚͝,̶̭̪͙̺̯̃͆͌ ̴̨̨̧̛̬́̎̈̈́̈o̵̳̓̿̂̇̚r̷̨̻̦͑̂̂̚͝ ̸̲̰̹̠͓̭̽͑̄̓͐ţ̶͔͇̅̾h̶̩̜̐̈̐e̵͉͌͘ ̸̧̳̙̏͝p̸̙̦̌̍́̏̀l̴̢̪̞̖̱͖̏͆͒͆a̸̢̻̠͔̾͌͂͘͝ͅn̴̰̹̲͇̔̈́ͅę̵̹̻̺̹͍̚ț̴̡͖̰̠͉̋́s̸̹̻̽͋͂̌̅͘͜ ̵̡̳̞̪̥͉̐̇t̵̡̘̝̠̼̩̀̄ĥ̸̬̤̪̺͔̙̓̄a̸̺̮̜̜͓͊̒̚͜t̷̟͍̠͑͠ͅ ̷̳̙̓̏̾̑̍͘ͅt̷̳̺̠̍̾͒̇͐̓h̶͙̰̩̥͓̊̇̿̕ŗ̷̬̦͒͒͒͜ì̴̝̈́͒͗v̷̢̡͚͗͌̍̉͗͝e̸̳͈̞͍̦̔d̸͇̳̹͗ ̵̒͑̃͜a̷̯̘̥̲̽́̑̔ḟ̵̛̲͍t̵̡̛͐̀́̕ë̶̯̝̞̉̿̈́͝r̸̡͍͖̜̳̱͂͊͊̕ ̴̢͕̬͖̱̳̓͑̈́̅t̴̨̙͎̰͉͋͐̈́͌̀h̷̠̆̌͘ȩ̶̧̹̻̥̀̉̔i̵͔̻̲͈̤̽ȓ̵̬̲͖̯̠͜ ̶̧̬̇͘t̸̜̰̞͎̤̎̀ö̶̫̞́̀̅̀̚u̴̡̺͕̜͝c̸̡̈h̴̖͛̕͝?̸̢̱͈̼͙̮͆͑͠ ̵̛̖̜̈͆̂D̸̥̮̿i̸̔͜d̴̪͝ ̸͔̖̲͇̀̓̀͋͋y̶̙̫̤̹͐͐ȯ̸͓͌ṷ̴̪̖͛ ̷̹̬̪̦̠̏́̒̅͌n̴͍̤̻̔̊͛̋o̶̩̘̞̘̽̀̆̏ṫ̶̡̡͖̪̲ ̶̨̧̬̫̾̎͐ͅs̷̡̡̜̅̀̏̓̇̅e̵̻̹̙̰̞̾̀e̴͔̝͐̌̃͋͐ ̶̢̗̞̂͊̓ť̸͖̚h̴͙͈͛̍e̷̮̍̆͆̎̂̂ ̴̣̮̲̚p̵̡̭̆͒͠l̴̦̑͂à̷͓̦̜͈͓̣͂̑̂̇͛ṉ̵̙̪͙͗̈́̆͐͝e̶̢̩̳͇̩̲̚t̴̠̰̞̲̭̞̋̽̃͋̅s̷̛͕̰̥̝̙͚̍̐͂ ̸͔͓̙̣̄̃̈͂̌̂ì̸̛̍̊̀̇ͅt̵̰̫͉̩̊̅̄̑̚ͅͅ ̶̧̹̍̾̌̿̀m̴̳̦̬͊̄̍́͐͠ò̷̟͂̈́̄͗͜ͅḽ̵͆̓d̵̰̼̭̆͛ȇ̸̡̨̠̖̦͚͐d̵̗̘̦̿͛͒̾ ̴̧̟̣̺͍̀i̴͉͓̮̾n̸̛̫͖̒̈̓͝͝t̶̰̒̿͊̉o̶͕͈͒̓̍̇͛̃ ̸̯̊̀̃̐̀b̴̲͉͙̗̩̞̊̈́̍̑͝e̵͕͔̖̊͗͋̀̑í̶͖̻̍̓̌͘n̸̖͉̝̠͑͒̈͝g̶̜̍ ̶͚̖͛̔̿f̵̠̰̩̜̂̒͛r̴̳͎͂̐̎͛ô̴̬̜̒̈́̕̚̕m̵̧͍͙̓ ̸̰̱͆́͝s̸̡̫̍͋̇͊̍t̶͈̅ả̵̮̼̻͊́͠ͅr̵̢͑̅́d̷͙̜̿̽u̸͈̮̪̞͂͂̈̅̈́͝s̶̤͖̼̪̩̈́͒t̶̘̻̱̳̣̒?̴͉̳̳͕͛͘͜ͅ ̸̞͔̊͌̈́̾̈͝N̵͍̪͂̎̈̈̇͝o̴̳͙̘̝̎̄͊͝,̶̣̟͉͙̲͂ ̷̢̤͉̹̿̓́b̴̫̰̎̃̓̏ẹ̵̡͙̦̦͌c̷̹̓́̅̈́̽͝à̴̢͍̭͕û̸͇̰̳͕s̵̗̈͒͒̀͋e̸̛̘͋̈́̕ ̵̢̤̞̯̀̐͜y̴̹̙̫̲͓̘͐̂͐̐̽̕o̷͊̏̊̾̌͝ͅǘ̷̳̗͋͌̀̕ ̸̧̧͓̤̌͜͜o̸̮̣̤̪̕̕n̵̥̆̃̈́̚l̸̢̫̣̈̓̕͝y̸̧̟̭̩͗͑̿͑͐͝ͅ ̴̠̋̔̏̕w̷̖͑͐̄͘a̸̡̳̟̎́͂ń̴͍̬̀̅͌̈́͠t̴̗̯͇̮̣̉̆̋e̸̦̙̻̘̻̦̓͊͝ď̵̢̠͎͍̏ ̸̜̟͖̫̖̯̌̂̓̿̐t̷̡͕̜͌̚͜ọ̵̲͍͙͉̓͛̒̕ ̵̦̪͔̝̏̎̃̑̅̚s̶̗̮̻̆e̵̲̦̮̎͜͜ḙ̸̹͠ ̴̧̥̞͉̍̃̚͝͠ṯ̸̓̀͒̓͝h̶̯͇͔̘̽͝ě̴̝̰̽́͊ ̶̳̌̕m̴͚̜̑̈́̓õ̸͈̻̌͊̈́ṉ̸̞̝̎̿̎̈s̷͕̼͛̓̽͋̓͠t̷͕̿̾̅ḛ̵̅r̸͎̀̽ ̷̬̻͛̚̕ỳ̶̧̱̬̫ô̷͚̄͋̏̚ư̴̡̺̱͕̿̄͌ ̷̢̮̻̉͗̐͋̄͝w̸͕̙͒̿ͅa̴̛̤̰̟͓͒̈́̂̂͛͜n̵͍̋́̾t̴̫̦͒̋̄̾͜è̵̮̫̳̥͔̱d̶̡̬͂́̃͊̚.̷̜̣̯̄͗”̴̞̗̣̗̗̔͒̀̂ͅ They say as they tower over the scientist

M̴̳̪̹̞͔͚̾̋̎͘͠y̵̝̌̉̿,̵̼͇̝̌͑͝ ̴̛͚̠̇̀̂̉͜M̸̲͉̞͓̘͝y̶̨͇̼̆͛̄,̴̨̣̫̼̭͑̂̌̄ ̸̟̘̝̙͓̇̾͘͝H̷̝̞̾͝i̷̢̼͈͓̬̒̄̀͜s̶̛͚͈͈̘̑̔͌̀ ̵̢̮̭̤̟̬́̏͘M̴̗͇̘̘̔̑͑͊́͝ą̸̬͇͙̝̱̈́̈͂̉͂j̵͕̠̬̪̳̽e̷̛͙̱͙̘̋̈̋͆͘ͅŝ̸̡̡̛̺̭̤̂̀t̶͉̊ẏ̶̡̯͔͎̏́̑̀ ̵͖͓̬̇̓͋̑̓̚w̶̠̓̅̕͝o̵̤̎̅û̸̡̳͙̌̐͗̄͠l̴̻̟̠̞̝̽̋́͆̈́̍ḏ̶̨̢̫̳͖̒̅͐͝͝͠ ̷̟̝̀͋̒͒̆b̶̗̞͓̲̓̾͂̏͝e̸̖̣̹̹͗͐̽̃̒̚ ̷͈̥̙̫̙̾o̵̙͖͈̭͆̏̇̆f̵̨͙̼͍͚̊͂̐̚f̸̥̜͑̒͝e̸̤͐̀̋n̴̮̳̱̞̮̓ͅd̷͈̱̋̈̍e̴̲̯̗̣͑̌̉̍̊d̸̰̮͈͉͈̈́ ̷͕̞̑̊͂͂̋ṫ̸̟̰͎̲̇̈́͒̓͌o̴̗͓͋ ̶̹̄̇̀͒͒͜h̸̡̢̢̤̻͈̋͋͆̀ẽ̴̺̭͔̦̰͚ā̵̮̩̀̅̊̊̓ȑ̵̳ ̵̥̙̅͜ý̶̭̮̜͗͝ỏ̸͇̺̦͈͛͐̈́̌ṵ̴͔͆ ̶͙̮͔̥̙̒̓̌͊͒͘s̷̢͖̞͔̗͆̅͒͊̾ą̴̘̱̼͖̊̃͋ỷ̷̢̢̱͚̳͉̇͠ ̴̧͎̫͚̻͌̚ṯ̴̋h̷͈̮͕̭͋̾͌a̶̠̯̯̾̑̌t̸̢̜̥̩͇͋̄̌́̀͛.̷͈̺̟̙̅̏̌͘ ̷̢̘̰̖́T̵͉̣͍̈̂̚͠ô̷̠̒ ̵͓͉̦̙̇͊̓̿͝t̵̨͖̏́h̸̝̞̭̤͖̐̓̀́͛i̶͖͝n̵̻͔̝̼̿̈̊̋̀ḵ̸̰͎̹̙̏̔ ̵̗̦̠͜͝ẏ̴̯̼͈ò̸ͅu̵̖͔̱͆́̓̄̅ ̸̞̯̙͖̝̐̌̒͋s̸̪̜̖͐̊͒̊͝e̶̮̦̙̳͎̠̊͒͐̇̈̾ḕ̶̠̙̮̲̞͚̅́ ̸͈̮͖͊H̸͍̏̎i̶̱̫̖̘̽̄͝ͅm̸̧͎̆̀̈́͆ ̸̥͗́a̶͉͚̙͇͎͑͆̌̒̐s̷̰̤͝ͅ ̸̨̖͙̜͂̓̊͊̈́͠ș̸̳͎̮̓ơ̷͎̻̦̍͊̔ ̵͙̭̺̳͕͚̀̍̑̀͘w̴̖̟̤̙͕̅e̷̟͒͂ͅa̸̢̢̛̗̤͎͚̒k̵̘͖̏̌͝ ̷̞͖̦̘͊̅a̴͍͒͗͂͑͒s̵̜̘̰͓̝̮͆̂̃̄ ̸̖̞̫̭̏́͝i̶̯͆̑̚n̴̩͉̖̟͌̾̅̚c̶͙̩̘̻̦̑͋̏̒͒̅a̷͖̜̰͑p̶̭͒̀́̌͝ȁ̵̱̦͈͂̓͂̈́͘b̶̢̙̜̮̈́̃̃͑͑ľ̸̨͖̭̻̽̑ë̸̹́̀̈̾͗ ̴̡̠̾̉̋̓̍ò̷̹̺̈́̄̊͝f̵̨̯̰͔̘̊͗̅ ̴̨̼̠͉̜̠̈́̈́̆̀d̶͓͇̪̩̽͒e̴͖͕̤̓̔̂́f̴͔̻̭͐̏e̶͇̭͒̄͋̊̽n̷̡̼̗̋d̵̫̳͍̊̓i̶̡̪͗n̵̨̩̞̠̦̭̅̄̋͒̚g̵̟͎͇̥̋̐̕ͅ ̶̢̭̦͕̗̈́̐͜H̶̨̛͖̥̙̾͜i̴̙͓̯̳̍̔̒͘ͅs̸̟͖͎͚̹̎͒ ̷͓͈̋̂ọ̵̳̎̈́̍̏̋w̵̻̜͌n̵̯͐ ̵̳͕̪̀̓̆r̸̛͇̙ë̶͔̻̟̱̺̻́́a̶͉̿̑͑̈́̚͠l̴͉̩̖͙͐̂m̷̨̦̬̻̰̎͗̍̀͝͝.̵̟̣̎͗̏”̵͚̏̌̍ They click their tongue N̶̻̱̒̍̆̃̐̑̆̽̍́͂́̏̽̑ȫ̴̡̞͆̃͜͝ ̴̘̬̣͚̮̺̇̏́̕ö̵̢̠̜͇͔̤̱͚̭͎̹̫̏̆͒̀̌̒̀̂͆̕̚̚̕ǹ̴̛̤̯̖̄̑̈́̽͗̏͌̅͆̄̀̚͝͝è̴̬̝̘͚̗͔̼͕̗̼̗̼̦͉̞͙̩̽̀̐̂́͗̉͐̽̋͛͌ ̷̧͇̝̺̤͍̱̲̞̣̂͋͌̚ȩ̷̟͍̼͉̦̹̓̅̀̿̑́̂͋͐̓̈́̈́͆͋͝n̶̛͎̺̏͒̇̉̈́t̸̨̘͉̬͍̯̖̮̻̠̦̒̇̌̀͆͌̄̀͑͆̚é̵̱̖̘̩̲̤̰̅͌̋̓̈́͊͌̈́́r̵̡͙̞̦̩̮̺̣̪͔̱̽͑̀̉̾̀̋̑̓͊̒̈̔́͝ṣ̸̨̢̛̪̝̼̤̥̲̞̗̈̔̍͐͆̋̈͋̈́̿̾̒̕͜͠͝ͅ ̵̟́͋̏͆͘͘͠Ç̸̧̧̛̥̟͕͓̟͇̯̻̩̜̜̼̱̦̈́̓̑̽̈́̉͛a̵̛̫͔̲̦͕̺̋́̎̆͋̂̄̓͐͑͘r̶̩͖͙̻͖͇͍̽̒̃̈̔c̸̤̦̟̝̹̥͓̭̄̓̀̀̀̿̆͑̒̈̀͜o̴͖͚̖͆͂s̶͉̜̞̳͍̹̰͍̱̋̂̈́ä̵̧͑͗́͑̀̀͑͋̃̏͂̔ ̷̢̯̞̦̺̖̲̻̬̝̽̿̏̍͂̑̐̂́̐̀͗̍̚̚ͅt̷̢̛̛̤̖̜̟̝̙̪͓̼̥͍̞͈̠̒͗͊̃̋̽̈́̀̑̈̚͠͝h̷̢͇̱̥̯̮̎̆̔̀̈́͑̂͒̈́̽͗̂͘̚à̷̢̢͎̜̜̰̫̣͒͊̑̉͂͌͐t̶̡͙̮̳͕̜̼̰̣́ ̷̡̨̞͕̗̻̹͖̲̟͉̫̥͓̓̓ͅH̷̢̡̬̦͕̝͔̯̝͔̫̣̝̜̔̽̈̅͌e̸̙͍̘͖͔̍́͂̿̅̉͛̈́̽̀͆͂̍̚͝ ̵̧̛̦̤͇͉̹̟̫̀̃̋̿̈̈̔̉̀͝d̷̨̜̹̫̫̝̞̣̱̩̫͉͙͓̺͉͇̅̃̒͌o̸̡̧̺͍̮̗̫̪͇͙̗͆̓̆̂̊̽͋̔̆ͅè̴̢̨̗͈̟̼͓̟͈̥̜̙̱͙͌̿͂̓͘ş̶̛̱̟̫͕̥̰̮͕̘̪̙̳̑̃̄͋̌́̏̓̊̈́͑̒̒̈́̋͝ͅͅņ̸̹̦̥̹̯͔͕̍̈́̆͒̈̉̇̑̑̉̀͊̑̕͝͝ͅ’̶͉͖̣̠̥̟̼̼͒͌́͑̒̌͛̓̈́̉͘t̷̨̧̡̗͎̦̠̟̘̰̗̻̳̮͆͗̿̑̋̈́̅̐̀̍̀̈́̕͝ ̸͍̆̈́͘a̴̬͎̠̗͉̻͍̖̭͙͕̳̼̽̀̃̔́̆̾̈͐̐͋͐͜͝ͅl̵̢̡̳̝͎̝̉̐̔͝l̵̡̧͇̺̩̣̘̖͓͉̲̘̙̗̠͆͋̅̔͂̈̐͗̄͋̾͜͝͝ò̶̘̞͕͉̘̳̩͎̙̳̂̅̈́̊̍̀̍͂͒̂͘͠͝ẁ̶͔͍͒̏̆̅̈́̋͒̊.̸̨̢͍̫̟̹̜̻̝̭̗̦̬̩̲̰͈̌̍”̴̧͔͕̔̉̽͂͋̔́́̀̽̑͋͆̋͐͝ͅ

“I didn’t… uh…”

She grins down at them. A snake wraps around Eris, covering their eyes as Lettie guts the scientist like a fish

[Eris squeaks as their eyes are covered, squirming to figure out who turned out the lights. While unable to see what happened, they relax as they hear the head scientist scream in agony during his final moments. As the other scientists start screaming again, it curls up in Lettie’s snake and falls asleep.]

After a good long nap, the squid wakes up to something nomming it

[The blot that is Eris wiggles a little at the kiss, stretching out their little tentacles before relaxing in her hands again. No noise? They must be very sleepy.]

“My sleepy inky octopus.” She hums, kissing them some more, leaving golden kiss marks all over them

[By the time she’s done kissing them, they’ve become very squished. Looks like Thia will have a very flat companion in the library today.]

She hums, sitting up as She rests Eris on Her shoulder