#porcelainkeeper

A friendly dog - and Jason loves dogs - will probably investigate you with enthusiasm if you lie down on the ground and close your eyes.  He was curious to see if messengers would do the same?  Yharnam is a confusing mess of nightmares, pain, and death.  Under usual circumstances, Jason wouldn’t be quick to invite the attention of tiny humanlike waifs of unknown origin, positively or otherwise.  But on a night like this, anything can start to make sense.  

Messengers love hunters, and it seems that they do, in fact, have that trait in common with friendly dogs!  But there’s a problem... a lot more messengers are coming out of the ground than Jason was expecting, and that’s more messengers than he wanted crawling on him, and suddenly he wants to get up and.  Can’t.  They’re not just climbing on him, they’re grabbing him, and he can’t move his arms very well.

“Gahh.  Stop!  Get off!  Shit.  Oh dear,” Jason explains.

“Oh dear, do you need help?” asks the doll who lives in the Dream.

“A pity.” He responds simply, unmoving in his idle position before the pale-skinned simulacrum. It would have been interesting to know who had taught such a thing to her—the aged Gehrman hardly seemed like the type.

“...Would you know the words?”