Post by abraxes on Aug 26, 2024 3:40:19 GMT
John sat in his home office as he clicked through images on his computer. He did not like to take his work home, but what he was doing was not, strictly speaking, work. He still had his own patients to see, and while Michael was a patient there is only so much time that can be spent for someone who was deceased.
But he could not let it go. The strange case still haunted him, and there was plenty that could be studied. Plus, he couldn’t shake the feeling that what he was looking at did not hide some clue to what had befallen poor Michael.
It was the same mask, that was for certain. The same persona that Michael had assumed during his dissociative break. It even looked as Michael had. But clearly it was not Michael. And yet somehow someone that looked like him, with the same mask design as he had used was here.
Some form of Morbid copycat? Perhaps. Such things were possible, especially in the world of Professional Wrestling. It was not something that John had much interest in, beyond how it had applied to his previous patient.
But what if it was not some form of copycat? Michael had to learn that Summerian somewhere. Perhaps some sort of organization that he fell in with. His family had said that up until his disappearance nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but in the age of the internet it was increasingly easy to keep secrets from those around you.
John tapped his pen on his notepad with a frown on his face. Still to many questions and not enough answers. He let out a sigh and closed his laptop before he climbed to his feet. It was time to tuck his daughter in, and she would need a lullabye.
~_~
Abraxes resides in a dark room, its face lit from some unseen force. The beast clicks its teeth together a few times but then a cloud of smoke floats onto the camera causing the light to dance across its mask. The creature tilts its head to one side, studying the smoke before it inhales deeply, sucking all of it deep into its lungs. They hold their breath, eyes rolling back for a moment before it exhales.
“Nate Harris. Your prayers have been heard, and they shall be answered.”
They titter softly as their eyes slip back down to stare balefully into the camera.
“It is good for you to pray. You know that which is coming for you. It will not save you but I am pleased regardless. Too many of your peers do not believe in me. But they will. Oh yes, they will. I will show them and you will help me to teach them. Through your suffering will their eyes be opened. That is one of the gifts that I give unto you.”
They click their teeth together, head tilting to one side.
“For you are a teacher, are you not? I have seen you. I have watched you. Tending to those around you. Trying to be the best that you can be. But are you truly trying? Are you doing what is right for them, Nate Harris?”
Its head tilted to the other side, baleful eyes staring into the camera.
“You tend to your sisters, the little ones. But is it truly the best life for them? Left alone for so long while you pursue your petty glories? Still selling your body but now for entertainment at its harm? Would they not be better served with a figure in their life? I can grant you that gift when I break your bones and shed your muscles. The gift to tend to your little ones in peace. To watch them grow beneath your watchful gaze. Or…”
They click their teeth together.
“Or they could be watched day and night. Tended too, left without a care or want in the world. Set upon the right path that they were meant to walk, steadfast in their belief. You need but take my hand. Cast the scales from your eyes and open your heart to my wisdom. Walk beside me as a dutiful and obedient child and they shall flourish within my embrace, just as you will.”
The creature titters softly.
“Serve as my acolyte. Spread my wisdom to those ready to hear. Bathe in the soothing balm of my medicine and all those you love will want for nothing. Your deepest desire will come true. You need only bow your head and accept my teachings. Take your proper place as I have designed it. Accept the kingdom that I have built out of love for you.”
Their teeth snap once, loudly.
“Decide.”
But he could not let it go. The strange case still haunted him, and there was plenty that could be studied. Plus, he couldn’t shake the feeling that what he was looking at did not hide some clue to what had befallen poor Michael.
It was the same mask, that was for certain. The same persona that Michael had assumed during his dissociative break. It even looked as Michael had. But clearly it was not Michael. And yet somehow someone that looked like him, with the same mask design as he had used was here.
Some form of Morbid copycat? Perhaps. Such things were possible, especially in the world of Professional Wrestling. It was not something that John had much interest in, beyond how it had applied to his previous patient.
But what if it was not some form of copycat? Michael had to learn that Summerian somewhere. Perhaps some sort of organization that he fell in with. His family had said that up until his disappearance nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but in the age of the internet it was increasingly easy to keep secrets from those around you.
John tapped his pen on his notepad with a frown on his face. Still to many questions and not enough answers. He let out a sigh and closed his laptop before he climbed to his feet. It was time to tuck his daughter in, and she would need a lullabye.
~_~
Abraxes resides in a dark room, its face lit from some unseen force. The beast clicks its teeth together a few times but then a cloud of smoke floats onto the camera causing the light to dance across its mask. The creature tilts its head to one side, studying the smoke before it inhales deeply, sucking all of it deep into its lungs. They hold their breath, eyes rolling back for a moment before it exhales.
“Nate Harris. Your prayers have been heard, and they shall be answered.”
They titter softly as their eyes slip back down to stare balefully into the camera.
“It is good for you to pray. You know that which is coming for you. It will not save you but I am pleased regardless. Too many of your peers do not believe in me. But they will. Oh yes, they will. I will show them and you will help me to teach them. Through your suffering will their eyes be opened. That is one of the gifts that I give unto you.”
They click their teeth together, head tilting to one side.
“For you are a teacher, are you not? I have seen you. I have watched you. Tending to those around you. Trying to be the best that you can be. But are you truly trying? Are you doing what is right for them, Nate Harris?”
Its head tilted to the other side, baleful eyes staring into the camera.
“You tend to your sisters, the little ones. But is it truly the best life for them? Left alone for so long while you pursue your petty glories? Still selling your body but now for entertainment at its harm? Would they not be better served with a figure in their life? I can grant you that gift when I break your bones and shed your muscles. The gift to tend to your little ones in peace. To watch them grow beneath your watchful gaze. Or…”
They click their teeth together.
“Or they could be watched day and night. Tended too, left without a care or want in the world. Set upon the right path that they were meant to walk, steadfast in their belief. You need but take my hand. Cast the scales from your eyes and open your heart to my wisdom. Walk beside me as a dutiful and obedient child and they shall flourish within my embrace, just as you will.”
The creature titters softly.
“Serve as my acolyte. Spread my wisdom to those ready to hear. Bathe in the soothing balm of my medicine and all those you love will want for nothing. Your deepest desire will come true. You need only bow your head and accept my teachings. Take your proper place as I have designed it. Accept the kingdom that I have built out of love for you.”
Their teeth snap once, loudly.
“Decide.”
Well howdy there pardner.