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[beejfu]

I did text you. Texting you that my sandworm is loose is technically still texting.

[corkscrewed]

You know what I mean. Before you do something to endanger others.

[beejfu]

Hah, yeah. She's endangering. Endangeringly endearing.

[corkscrewed]

Beetlejuice. I get it. I get lonely, too.

[beejfu]

[He shuts up, actually looking?? skeptical??]

Yeah. Sure you do, kid.

[it's not said dismissively, but in a defeatist tone that demands elaboration]

[corkscrewed]

I got, um - there's this- Entity, I guess? Power, back at home. It - has Jon told you about all of that?

[ he's not really looking at him; he's not really sure if BJ cares, and he's definitely not going to launch into it if he doesn't. ]

[beejfu]

[He wobbles a hand back and forth]

That weird thing in his head, right?

[corkscrewed]

Yeah. I mean- that's one of them. The Beholding? They're all - they have to do with fear. We can just keep playing with Sandy if you don't care.

[beejfu]

[He chances a glance up at Martin, eyeing his face, debating while he taps his fingers against his kneecap before deciding]

I'm kind of a demon. We like stories about fear.

Uh, fair warning, Hushpuppy, I am ALL sorts of emotionally messed up right now due to various things so if during the course of your tale I need to take a break, don't take it personally.

[corkscrewed]

Yeah, 'course. Thanks for being honest about that. [ martin hesitates, not immediately sure how to sum things up. ] So these, uh, fears - they're these - big entities, manifested - somewhere outside our world? There's the one that's, uh, the fear of being watched, and the web - the fear of being controlled. Does that track so far?

[beejfu]

[He gives such an awkward, squirrely look over his shoulder at being thanked. Jeez, keep it down, would you??]

Sounds like old gods to me, kid.

[corkscrewed]

[ martin shrugs slightly, as if to agree. ]

They can't exist on our plane, so they, uhh- reach out? Affect things. Claim people, sometimes. That worm lady was an avatar of corruption, and filth - um, the same way Jon is one of the Beholding.

[beejfu]

'Beholding' sounds like something nicer than what I saw. Reminded me of Mom.

[corkscrewed]

The Ceaseless Watcher, the Eye, they all have a million names.

[beejfu]

Yep. Yep. Sounds like Mom, all right.

[He's not even joking]

So what's your power or whatever?

[corkscrewed]

Don't have one. Not- anymore?

[ he's frowning slightly, not quite uncomfortable, but- ]

There's one called the Lonely. Forsaken.

[beejfu]

Heh.

I thought you said you did?

[corkscrewed]

I haven't tried. Not since I escaped it. So maybe I do.

[beejfu]

Lemme get this straight. These things come with powers you can use?

[corkscrewed]

-- yeah.

[ uncomfortably. ]

No one could see me. I was alone.

[beejfu]

[A distinctly uncomfortable silence, before he croaks out softly]

What?

[corkscrewed]

That was my power. I could - disappear.

[ martin shrugs. ]

Peter - he was the Avatar of the Lonely? He, um- I don't know what word to use here. Mentored me, I guess. Isolated me. I let him.

[beejfu]

But could you shut it on and off?

[corkscrewed]

It's not- these things change you. It was just so hopeless. All I could think was how - it was probably better that way. I stopped wanting to be found, I guess? [ martin exhales, frustrated with himself. ] It was -- bloody awful. And I'm being a downer. Sorry.

[beejfu]

[He scuffs at the floor with his shoes]

Heh.


Wow. That's kind of funny.

Like, all this time I didn't think there were other invisible people I couldn't see.