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“ So… what exactly are you? You look liked a stuffed toy! “
A stuffed TOY? Stuffed with WHAT? The sculpture had seen few toys composed by the WORMS and none of them had even REMOTELY resembled it. The statement left the being mildly confused and extremely frustrated.
It could have SCOFFED. This ensemble of worm-made materials dared ask of its origin? Did it expect an answer? In terms of origins, what was THIS odd thing? It spoke like a WORM, looked vaguely like a creature it acknowledged the worms sometimes ATE or kept as docile prisoners.
But it did not come off as though it was a worm. A human. It was strange and of unknown origins--as most things who encountered the sculpture and LIVED were.
It considered, briefly, remaining silent and unresponsive in the hopes this strange contraption would leave it be there.
Where WAS t h e r e? HERE?
But, it reconsidered if only in the hopes that this bastardization of human-made and UNKNOWN would be its leading salvation out of the unknown prison it’d found itself dropped into.
So, it responded in the only real way it could manage--a disturbingly low but constant garbling of scratches and scraping that seemed to resonate from the sculpture itself, but not necessarily from its own apparent mouth.
![Desire [Explicit]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mz547t79H71qipyj9o1_1389281177_cover.jpg)
