#hive.

(...what have you done. You ask that rhetorically. You remember every second of what you just did. Luring them away from the cabins. Waiting until they were far enough that even if they ran, they wouldn't be able to escape from It. You remember the tail piercing their torso. The blood. The other tendrils coming out. The admittance, how you couldn't stand doing this. Killing them over and over. Their pleas and crying. How you tried to convince them with lies you didn't belive yourself that this was somehow better. That a hivemind was a better alternative. The cut into the back. More blood. How you couldn't keep up the lie. How you started apologizing over and over, even as you slowly snaked hands that were only partway yours up to the brain. The flood of thoughts. The desperation. How you hated every second of it. How It didn't even have to help you do it. Monster. You never should've re-activated. You never deserved to be human. You never deserved anything. You can't bear to look at the corpse you made. The vessel you made.)