[When Filbo's shadow is hit, voices sound. His own voice. It doesn't seem to come from anywhere specific. There's a vague sound of bubbling, reminiscent what everyone may have heard while being in the docks.
'Why am I in hell? ...it's because I failed, right? I couldn't do anything right for an entire year. If I had been decisive. If I had been clever. If I had been skillful. If I had noticed earlier. If I had really been what anyone needed. Then it would all have been alright. But it's fine. No point getting stuck in the past, right? Just...move on. I'm in hell and that's fine, I can handle this. Everyone here is pretty weirded out about me, but it's nothing I can't deal with. I'm fine. Everything is fine.'
Looks like it's a memory from the early days in hell. Filbo's voice is gone, and so are the sounds, when the shadow tries to lash at Rynlan again--]
I--I got it!
[Filbo is awake. He grabs onto his own shadow, trying to pull it back, only to get yanked forward. He gives Rynlan a panicked look when he sees tentacles wrapping around Rynlan. Looks like they both have their own body horror things to deal with today!]
Are you alright?! Got my paws full but, uh--but I'm here, I could--
[No, no he couldn't, his shadow is out of control, he barely can hold himself amidst the debris of the stage, and he trying to reach towards Rynlan in a futile attempt to help him, giving priority to Rynlan over his own, but it only almost made Rynlan get smacked by Filbo's shadow, he hurrying to try to stop it. He's barely strong enough to hold back. Plan B:]
It's not gonna end unless you kill me! Come on!
[The mutated limbs pulse, compressing and pulling, strange, wide eyes opening all over them foodstuff, while tendrils as fine as fur wrap into his joints, as if the shadow was trying to yank and tear the limbs Filbo's body but he tries his best to ignore that, hoping Rynlan can handle it all before things get real bad. By now it's pretty clear things are either going to end with Rynlan ending it quicker...or real messy when Filbo's own shadow tears him apart piece by piece, literally]
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'Why am I in hell?
...it's because I failed, right? I couldn't do anything right for an entire year.
If I had been decisive.
If I had been clever.
If I had been skillful.
If I had noticed earlier.
If I had really been what anyone needed.
Then it would all have been alright.
But it's fine. No point getting stuck in the past, right?
Just...move on. I'm in hell and that's fine, I can handle this.
Everyone here is pretty weirded out about me, but it's nothing I can't deal with.
I'm fine.
Everything is fine.'
Looks like it's a memory from the early days in hell. Filbo's voice is gone, and so are the sounds, when the shadow tries to lash at Rynlan again--]
I--I got it!
[Filbo is awake. He grabs onto his own shadow, trying to pull it back, only to get yanked forward. He gives Rynlan a panicked look when he sees tentacles wrapping around Rynlan. Looks like they both have their own body horror things to deal with today!]
Are you alright?! Got my paws full but, uh--but I'm here, I could--
[No, no he couldn't, his shadow is out of control, he barely can hold himself amidst the debris of the stage, and he trying to reach towards Rynlan in a futile attempt to help him, giving priority to Rynlan over his own, but it only almost made Rynlan get smacked by Filbo's shadow, he hurrying to try to stop it. He's barely strong enough to hold back. Plan B:]
It's not gonna end unless you kill me! Come on!
[The mutated limbs pulse, compressing and pulling, strange, wide eyes opening all over them foodstuff, while tendrils as fine as fur wrap into his joints, as if the shadow was trying to yank and tear the limbs Filbo's body but he tries his best to ignore that, hoping Rynlan can handle it all before things get real bad. By now it's pretty clear things are either going to end with Rynlan ending it quicker...or real messy when Filbo's own shadow tears him apart piece by piece, literally]