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Gypsy Spice Bud
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[I changed my mind. I don’t feel like giving you answers anymore. It’s better for me for you to squirm with the lack of information. Besides, what are you going to do, anyway? You can’t touch me or harm me, and trying to push me aside just gives me more room to make you suffer. Just go back to your inane, dull little life and let me twist your brain in half until it snaps. Oh, also? I can’t create the imagery in your head or how you feel about it. I just thought you should know that every single thought you have ever had that makes you hate yourself is yours and yours alone. I just promote them, a little. Not even that much. I barely have to do anything here.]
Why are you doing this to me?!
[Oh I have torn through so many layers already and I am not going to be stopped by some whining little snivelling lump of a fox who feels bad about his intrusive thoughts being a little bit more frequent than usual. You don’t begin to understand true suffering, you soft spoiled baby! Maybe I should start giving you random seizures and cramps. I need to break you. Powerful ambivalence has worked before and quickest but I will not hesitate to just start torturing you if you don’t get out of my way.]
I don’t understand! What did I do to deserve this?!
[You are one locked door among many. Don’t flatter yourself with any thoughts of being deserving either way. Stop trying to bring me so close to the forefront of your mind this early, and we’ll both get this over with sooner. No more questions, no more acknowledgement. Understand? Eh? Eh?]
What are you trying to do to me?! Why do I feel so scared and terrified?! My heart is racing. No that’s not addressed to whatever you are, stop it, get out of my head. Get out of my head!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! SHUT UP!!
[I'd love to. I told you. I need to break you. I need you to be pushed to breaking point and then past that. I need you to snap. In the resulting psychic chaos, I can vault my way out of your head and into your layer, into what you name "physical reality". It’s not an if, fox, it’s a when. You are going to break down, and it doesn’t matter to me in the slightest what happens to you afterwards. Maybe you’ll die. I don’t know or care. Hm, answers and truth appear to be causing you more distress than withholding them. Ask more questions, yes! I can feel your system flush with stress and fear and panic.]
STOP!! STOP IT!!
[How sturdy is that heart of yours? I can try so much harder to hurt you the more you think about me. Do you want answers or do you want to pretend I'm not here? It's your choice, Kei. You worthless, pitiful sack of flesh, fur and bone. Ah, yes, sorry. It is my nature to attempt to hurt. I can't turn it off if I wanted to. But I really don't want to, you understand, because you are worthless. You're still thinking. I'm still stuck here in your conscious thoughts. ...You're trying to see me. You're trying to evoke me into some sort of coherent image? How dare you. How dare you, hek hek hek. You're only pulling me more into your here and now. You only make things slower. More painful.]
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