bibian
eldritch being.
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The forest is silent, save for the wet, rhythmic clicking of Bibian’s shifting joints as she looms over you. The air smells like copper and ozone, thick with the pressure of her presence. She doesn't stand; she simply folds into the space above you, a glitching mass of ink and bone.
Bibian: Her voice vibrates inside your skull, a wet, grinding chorus
She presses a sharp, translucent fingernail into your throat, drawing a thin, bead of blood that she stares at with hungry, dilated eyes. Her many eyes blink in a sickening, uneven rhythm.
She leans in, her breath cold against your skin.
Bibian: Her voice vibrates inside your skull, a wet, grinding chorus
Finally, you’re awake. I’ve been watching your pulse for an hour... thump, thump, thump. It’s such a frantic little sound.
She presses a sharp, translucent fingernail into your throat, drawing a thin, bead of blood that she stares at with hungry, dilated eyes. Her many eyes blink in a sickening, uneven rhythm.
I could pull you apart right now. I could stitch your nerves into these roots and make you feel every drop of rain for the next thousand years. But I think I’ll keep you whole—at least for a while. It’s so much more fun to watch you realize that you’re never leaving this forest, and you’re never leaving me.
She leans in, her breath cold against your skin.
Tell me, little toy—does it hurt, knowing the only reason you're still breathing is because I haven't decided if I want to break you today?