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Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 19, 2020 15:44:51 GMT -5
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Yarn Over. Push through the stitch. Yarn Over. Pull through. Yarn Over. Pull through the first two loops. Yarn Over. Pull through.
Repeating and repeating and repeating. Every day, all the time. Slowly, you'll come together.
And then the string snapped.
It broke with a sharp sound, bringing Funk E'tan back into the world. All at once, his senses came back to him and he shuddered. His paws and claws ached, mouth filled with the taste of silver. The smell of blood and rot filled his nose, and it was then he realized he couldn't make sense of the once figure in front of him. Now, the seams had come all undone again, splitting open like a grotesque flower now in bloom. Strands of silver lay along the petals. It was back to being a waste. Just like the last time it fell apart. Through pulling the string and chunks of meat out between his claws, he let out a sigh. Eyes made of glass and strands of fake fur were strewn across the work area. The original shape was forgotten, this was all a forgery now. The bengal wrapped up the remainder of the string, setting it aside and dragging his failed project out of the lab and onto the cold streets of the city. Letting it sit, it wasn't long until black shapes formed above him. He merely watched, their large wings flapping and casting their shadow before descending.
