This isn't a horror movie, but really, can he say that for certain? He's fictional, they all are. Every messed up part of their lives was crafted and forced onto them. They danced to their fates like puppets on tangled strings.
"Monster!"
"He'll kill us one day, I just know it!"
Erhard winces as the distorted voices shoot through his thoughts. He doesn't recognize them, but they sit perched on his brain, waiting for him to go mad. He's a scientist of a sort, seeking knowledge to lead him and all those like him toward a singular goal: to conquer death. His own life means little beyond that.
His hands clench in his lap. He swallows back the anxiety and forces out two words that he knows could lead him to ruin.]
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This isn't a horror movie, but really, can he say that for certain? He's fictional, they all are. Every messed up part of their lives was crafted and forced onto them. They danced to their fates like puppets on tangled strings.
"Monster!"
"He'll kill us one day, I just know it!"
Erhard winces as the distorted voices shoot through his thoughts. He doesn't recognize them, but they sit perched on his brain, waiting for him to go mad. He's a scientist of a sort, seeking knowledge to lead him and all those like him toward a singular goal: to conquer death. His own life means little beyond that.
His hands clench in his lap. He swallows back the anxiety and forces out two words that he knows could lead him to ruin.]
Show me.