to avoid the obvious, the lack of an actual body. that is not a body that i have that you see, that is a choppily-executed clone of what is seen. there's always something wrong with it compared to what i was going for. a limb too long. cut off. blocky edges on what should be a smooth sludge. uncanny, and if sludge can still be close enough to human's bodies, what worse, other things could i be?
study others. many things can be learned from how a dead body falls. managed to have a conversation with an alive trespasser once, though. i was barely understood, but did catch onto some information of the outside world through that. a personal weakness -- offer something with no material, yet all value, and i'd be inclined to just...let you go along.
the pursuit. the rush that goes through the heart that doesn't exist, nor has any reason to exist, but feels like it is there because it really should be.
plenty. but was it really hunting, or was it protecting my territory? were they supposed to be here, walking through as if this was just some haunted house, or am i the one who should be shot down like a deer? all i have is more questions. onto the hunting memory. holding a dead face, or what hadn't sloughed off of it from a throw into the end of a chair, observing life fade away. feeling nothing towards it, and knowing i should've felt something. the oncreeping knowledge that it had become routine -- a purpose served, entity's destiny.
the tables can be turned at any moment. an amorphous body can turn from an attacking sword to a defending shield, and sometimes too literally, and in a matter of seconds. however, it is still the same soft, stabbable substance. plenty of sharps thrown my way.
there was no corpse to dispose of, unlike most of the other entities in this muted limbo. we had a procedure for body disposal -- despite appearances, consuming a corpse was frowned upon. or at least, publicly admitting that you did. they'll never know that i just...absorb them? absorb them. gone without a trace. or at least, nobody would admit to knowing that i did that. but it's probably really obvious at the end of the day in the mass grave when there's nothing from my dirtied hands to throw in there.
all remaining material possessions of trespassers go to halt. she's nice to help keep organization of those.
isn't that what's already happened? seek. named seek. named after a child's game. wish i had some cool name tied to the hotel, but i don't. just seek. but that strikes fear in simplicites.
blood left a nice pattern on the sludge. it'd fade away and into the rest eventually, but it was a speckled look that made me feel some form of beautiful.
not in the sense where i could describe it. the hallway...? i guess??
a neccessity. the hotel was not theirs to come around and descecrate. leave it alone, and you'll be left alone. it cannot be hard for the simple-minded humanity to understand such a simple boundary. as for my own...? when it comes, let it be known that i don't see my own death as an entirely negative thing. the time was grand, but the clock ticks...?
i'm always watching. obvious or not, i'm like a living security camera. information relayed to the other entities. and of course, once i made my peering into your adventures obvious, heed the warning, leave (either way works, running back or running for your life), or be at the mercy of the void.
the only "outside" here is the courtyard. it's always mucky. creepy and wet. also, fuck off i'm like an apex predator here.
i'm like a less lurid version of the blob i guess. void monsters, an excessive amount of eyes, slimegirls (or boys. or slime...things), any of those tropes you could chop me up a million pieces into? i'll notice. i'll see. just like me fr fr.
probably not. get fucked, self.
seal off any tiny crevice i could throw myself through like the oobleck i am. giant steel container. also i am not a scp don't do that?
there is no point in having a skeleton on the inside, and a skin soft enough to go through, and then having anything vunerable in the middle. muscles, blood vessel. vunerabilities in the inherent form of being "human". maybe the inability to ever replicate your human bodies is a good thing, because they're built with such flaw.