[Darkness enfolds him, and then the tentacles make contact with the sensation of pins and needles that, though faint, seems to pierce clear through his viscera. It brings with it, eerie in its clarity, the knowledge that the entity is evaluating him, determining whether he's ready to be harvested. There are faint echoes of its jealous hunger, its desire to rend his flesh asunder with a precision that even the most skilled surgeon would deem impossible; yet, for some unfathomable reason, the tendrils fail to become solid, fail to rip him limb from limb. Instead, they do something that some distant part of Jay, some reptile hindbrain instinct, knows is even worse.
It's like sinking, drugged, into a bath of tepid water as the entity dissects away pieces of his mind, half-memories suddenly flaring into bright and vivid existence before they're lost forever, disappearing one by one into the roaring darkness at the heart of madness. Animal instincts and the impossible, sickening reflections of the things he's seen within the abyss move in to not-quite-heal the voids - quiet, almost soothing whispers, repeating just below the threshold of hearing,
they all must know they all must know-- they all must die-- they all must know
Then, Jay's lying on his side in the leaf litter with lungs that feel as though they're full of treacle. The memory of what's been done to him will, as it was all the other times, be desperately purged as his mind struggles to pull itself back together in a shape that's slightly smaller than before.]
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It's like sinking, drugged, into a bath of tepid water as the entity dissects away pieces of his mind, half-memories suddenly flaring into bright and vivid existence before they're lost forever, disappearing one by one into the roaring darkness at the heart of madness. Animal instincts and the impossible, sickening reflections of the things he's seen within the abyss move in to not-quite-heal the voids - quiet, almost soothing whispers, repeating just below the threshold of hearing,
they all must know
they all must know--
they all must die--
they all must know
Then, Jay's lying on his side in the leaf litter with lungs that feel as though they're full of treacle. The memory of what's been done to him will, as it was all the other times, be desperately purged as his mind struggles to pull itself back together in a shape that's slightly smaller than before.]