[There are pieces of a building scattered, as if exploded into pieces. Blood cakes some of them, and as vision adjusts, one can see bodies, some only parts, scattered among the wreckage.]
[Most of the bodies are very small.]
[And in the air, hazy and heavy with smoke and blood, cries out something inhuman, like a bunch of humans babbling, screaming, shouting, moaning all at once.]
[There is a monster on top of what is left of the building. It's a twisted, macabre thing, a misshapen abdomination of flesh and sinew, with two human heads peering through its visage like tumor growths. The head's eyes are constantly crying. A tattered pink apron is fastened poorly around its bulk, with poorly stitched words that read LOVE TOWN.]
[Vergilius is paralyzed, eyes blazing, but he's panting as he stares up at the monster. His voice sounds distant.]
2/2 cw for child death, body horror, gore from here on out
[There are pieces of a building scattered, as if exploded into pieces. Blood cakes some of them, and as vision adjusts, one can see bodies, some only parts, scattered among the wreckage.]
[Most of the bodies are very small.]
[And in the air, hazy and heavy with smoke and blood, cries out something inhuman, like a bunch of humans babbling, screaming, shouting, moaning all at once.]
[There is a monster on top of what is left of the building. It's a twisted, macabre thing, a misshapen abdomination of flesh and sinew, with two human heads peering through its visage like tumor growths. The head's eyes are constantly crying. A tattered pink apron is fastened poorly around its bulk, with poorly stitched words that read LOVE TOWN.]
[Vergilius is paralyzed, eyes blazing, but he's panting as he stares up at the monster. His voice sounds distant.]
How...h-how....