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FactsAreUseless posted:

"Gaaarfeeeeellllmp," I say, clawing my way along the ground, leaving a sticky red trail behind me. "Gorffaaaaaalllllllnnnngggggg. What d-d-did you do t-t-to me, Graaaaallllffflllaaaand?" My left arm is already changing, becoming as limp and useless as my legs. I can feel my flesh tenderizing. I can smell spices. Tomato. "Girflm, grrrfllllllll" I mutter through sticky lips, my left eye sliding out on hot melted cheese. "Whdydouuuuudooooooo, whdyoudo, whdyyoooooo?"

FutonForensic posted:

FactsAreUseless posted:

"Today, I want to talk to discuss Lyman. Can we do that?"

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Please. Tell me about him. How long has it been since you saw Lyman?"

"I don't 'see' anyone. I told you. Lyman's real. He lives in my house. He has a dog."

"Jon, that's your dog. His name is Odie. You adopted him from a special-needs animal rescue, remember?"

"No, Lyman brought him. Before he left. Lyman left, and he left Odie with me."

"Mm-hmm. And why did Lyman leave?"

"I don't know."

"Jon, why did Lyman leave?"

"I don't know! I don't know!"

"Jon, this is going to help you. You have to confront these invented fears."

"He's real, dammit! Lyman's real! He's going to come back!"

"Why is he going to come back, Jon?"

"I... I did something. Something bad. That's why Lyman left. But he's going to come back. To make... to make me pay for it."

"What did you do, Jon?"

"..."

"Jon, did Lyman make you do something?"

"..."

"Jon?"

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