>Stop trying to affect the water.
>"It's... getting in my head."
>If the sensation fades after we stop: "I'm okay now. It happened when I tried to seperate the water from whatever that is that's in it."
>You could lose yourself here. You're rational enough to realize this. Whatever this thing is or isn't, it will consume you. Maybe it already is. And with every passing moment, you find it harder and harder to keep your hands off of the other person's throat. You have to remind yourself that she has a name, and isn't food.
>Enough is enough. You need to seperate yourself from this ooze. Even if this approach would be eventually successful, you could lose yourself- in more ways than one- in the process. Too much is at stake to fall here. You need to seperate yourself from this sludge.
>... is what part of you thinks. But you're so empty inside. There's a much simpler way, isn't there? Consume the water. Drink it all down. Make it part of yourself.
>No. No, that's not you. That's not right. This crud is doing bad things to your head. You try to pull your awareness away from it, only to feel an answering pull. A downward pull, a spiral. Caught in a whirling hunger, a spiral of consumption.
>The female next to you is talking faster now. Meaningless. Her words cannot fill you.
They are not you. Consume. Her words are empty, her flesh is not.
Consume. Consume. Consume. It takes all your will to resist the pull against your mind. You feel as though something is trying to tear the very soul from your body. Every fiber of your being burns with the sensation of something almost beyond comprehension tearing our your living essence.
>The viscous black smoke steaming from the ooze begins to fill the corridor ahead of you, and a wisp of the foul stuff floats across your nose. Your head swims as the alien smoke flows up your nostrils, and you feel a terrible rush. Your burning legs feel very weak, and for a moment, you think you feel yourself falling, and something moving beside you, before your consciousness leaves you.
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>Your eyes flutter as you awake in a dark corridor, lit by a thin silvery light. It takes a moment for your thoughts to orient. You tried to purify the water though gentle, subtle means, but something went wrong. What you found was horrible, a consumptive drive beyond anything you'd ever imagined. Its influence made you imagine eating,
eating, Kiku. And anyone else that crossed your path. But when you tried to seperate your will from the ooze, it felt like the stuff was trying to pull your soul out. And then you smelled something unbelievably foul. After that... you must have blacked out.
>You find yourself lying down, on your back. There is a paper charm on your chest. You are still in your Magical Lotus apparel. And above all these things, you are ravenously hungry.