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[nightmarist]

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[aberrant_type]

Why not?

[nightmarist]

The aforementioned reason.

[aberrant_type]

Pfft! Which one?

[nightmarist]

She expects shit from me. I don't like people who expect shit from me.

[aberrant_type]

[Cass is right!! Cass is right!!! CASS IS RIGHT!!!!!]

So! How about Atropos, hmm? I suppose she doesn't expect anything from you besides being an appetizer.

[nightmarist]

I might be delicious, but I don't go down easy. I gave the last guy a pretty severe case of indigestion.

[aberrant_type]

So what are your plans?

[nightmarist]

I don't do that.

[aberrant_type]

Planning ahead is a great skill to develop, Ronan! Try it sometime! At any rate, Cass brought up the notion of a last-ditch escape into space while I was chatting with her. I'd really rather not do that, but as a desperate last resort, I suppose it might be viable.

[nightmarist]

I mean, it's better than staying right where the world-eating goddess knows she can find us. I don't know why people give a shit about staying on this planet.

[aberrant_type]

I was under the impression that Atropos devoured an entire universe before! Though, I suppose our predecessors didn't stick around to see how much got eaten, haha!

[nightmarist]

Okay, so whatever. We ditch this place for another universe instead.

[aberrant_type]

People don't thrive properly when they're under such constant threat. We'll dwindle and fall eventually, if we continue to retreat. We should find a way to fight.

That said, Cass thinks I can potentially be helpful in a deep space environment, and I agree, Ronan! Make me a playground!

[nightmarist]

A playground?

[aberrant_type]

A space playground! A simulation! For space! For me to grow plants in and experiment with creating a micro-environment!

[nightmarist]

Maybe now's a good time to mention I don't like you, either.

[aberrant_type]

Do you like withering and getting all skinny and wasting away in deep space, breathing foul, stinking air and missing your farm?

[aberrant_type]

Besides, who was it who came crawling to me first while his innards melted to sludge?

[nightmarist]

[He has not forgotten.]

I don't need to breathe if I'm not in a body. On that note, you need to make your own playground, but fine, I'll let you use me.

[aberrant_type]

Good.

[nightmarist]

Fucking humans.

[aberrant_type]

What's that?

[nightmarist]

[You heard him.]

When are we doing this?

[aberrant_type]

[Yeah, and she said what's that, but she really meant what's your problem with them, Ronan? Oh, well.]

Well. What do you mean, when you say I'd have to make my own? What does that entail?

[nightmarist]

I climb into your brain and we dream it together. That way you can get it exactly how you want it.