[ There are footsteps not far behind him, slow and dragging, the faint muttering of what could be a lost soul. All Jay will see if he turns around is Norman, nude, parts of his body wrapped in red tendrils, urging him to keep moving forward. Closer to that void. Closer to that place where the man slowly sprouting from his own skin called for a name that Norman might have recognized, if he wasn't dazed. Covered in the insides of a giant spider he killed, too.
Norman tries to open his mouth, but it's just the same muttering. He's tired and the Unexplainable won't free him, won't let him retreat. ]
i intercept your arrival
Norman tries to open his mouth, but it's just the same muttering. He's tired and the Unexplainable won't free him, won't let him retreat. ]