Maybe It was always going to creep Its way into their world through the cracks, through the afterimages of nightmares imprinted behind closed lids. Maybe It had laid claim to that nowhere state with its overgrown lumps of kudzu and burned-out husks of abandoned buildings, simply because it was perfect for Its purposes, longer before It decided to sink Its claws into the man It chose as Its puppet.
Maybe it was inevitable. But he sure as shit didn't help.
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Maybe It was always going to creep Its way into their world through the cracks, through the afterimages of nightmares imprinted behind closed lids. Maybe It had laid claim to that nowhere state with its overgrown lumps of kudzu and burned-out husks of abandoned buildings, simply because it was perfect for Its purposes, longer before It decided to sink Its claws into the man It chose as Its puppet.
Maybe it was inevitable. But he sure as shit didn't help.
"I know I didn't help it any."