[Except, there is every need to fear it. After all, it isn't as if THEY are known as a benevolent god. The very nature of THEIR being is whim. The twists of fate can be both wondrous and cruel, toxic and healing. There is no rhyme or reason. A planet can be half blown up, and thousands would cheer.]
[The casino chips start to melt, before they solidify into little grains of sand that sit down and agree amongst themselves to split the economy. Stocks rise. Stocks fall. Stocks explode. A single store manages to get a windfall of credits which drowns its happy occupants. The police find their bodies with bills stuffed in each orifice, impossibly, tragically.]
[THEY smile a cruel, cruel grin, hand reaching to pluck out one of Ratio's eyes, turn it into an aventurine stone, and crunch it into THEIR teeth until it bleeds.]
You can fight! You can perish like a worm. You will be bones to play a song on. Aha needs to dance, Aha needs to dance! Oh, how funny it is. You're nothing. But your smile is everything!
[But now that Aha has gotten their smile, THEY are bored, even as THEY pluck it out and hang it to admire. A cacophony of laughter resounds. Ratio is to be twisted, wrung like cloth, shuffled into cards, buried ten feet under ground, eaten, spit out, resurrected, cloned, destroyed, and every step, every moment, THEY clap and holler and weep and cheer.]
You will fight! The professor, a fighter, a lover, a poet, a dimwit, an idiot! If you say "Aha" with your whole heart, you will find enlightenment! I promise!
1/2 cw: body horror
[Except, there is every need to fear it. After all, it isn't as if THEY are known as a benevolent god. The very nature of THEIR being is whim. The twists of fate can be both wondrous and cruel, toxic and healing. There is no rhyme or reason. A planet can be half blown up, and thousands would cheer.]
[The casino chips start to melt, before they solidify into little grains of sand that sit down and agree amongst themselves to split the economy. Stocks rise. Stocks fall. Stocks explode. A single store manages to get a windfall of credits which drowns its happy occupants. The police find their bodies with bills stuffed in each orifice, impossibly, tragically.]
[THEY smile a cruel, cruel grin, hand reaching to pluck out one of Ratio's eyes, turn it into an aventurine stone, and crunch it into THEIR teeth until it bleeds.]
You can fight! You can perish like a worm. You will be bones to play a song on. Aha needs to dance, Aha needs to dance! Oh, how funny it is. You're nothing. But your smile is everything!
[But now that Aha has gotten their smile, THEY are bored, even as THEY pluck it out and hang it to admire. A cacophony of laughter resounds. Ratio is to be twisted, wrung like cloth, shuffled into cards, buried ten feet under ground, eaten, spit out, resurrected, cloned, destroyed, and every step, every moment, THEY clap and holler and weep and cheer.]
You will fight! The professor, a fighter, a lover, a poet, a dimwit, an idiot! If you say "Aha" with your whole heart, you will find enlightenment! I promise!