#cwpsychologicalhorror
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @terriblefate i Remember Wanting To Hurt Him. But That Is Pretty Normal In Our Employ. What Scared Me Was The Memory Of Loving Something Enough To Want To Try. no, I Did Not Love Him. I Could Not Love Him. No Matter How Much He Reprogrammed My Pan, I Am Still Not Fond Of Him. The Feeling Was Pointed At Him Because He Was The Shape In Front Of Me, But It Did Not Belong To Him. It Belonged To A Person I Cannot Keep Whole In My Pan. It Belonged To A Dead Matesprit Who Made Me A Widow And Left Behind A Want With Teeth In It. i Miss Her. I Think That Is The W...Read more
I remembered something in the west hall. Not a whole thing. A corner of one. The manor was quiet. It is usually not quiet. There are clocks in the walls and footsteps above the ceiling and doors deciding things without being touched. But it was quiet then. I was carrying folded linens. I do not know why. There was lime on one of them. I looked at it for too long. Then I knew. Not everything. Enough. I was not Bucket first. I was not Felt first. I was not rust. I was not supposed to be useful. Something had lived in me before the filing. Something loud. Somet...Read more