#;; godseeker - sitting in that pit hours later: we are going to die alone

[godsought]

*tips Godseeker onto her back to watch her struggle to get back up* 😈

  -- anonymous wants godseeker to suffer.

  ⚜️ ) ---- Oh No. Ohhh No. A divot of the Junk Pit cradles her gingerly, not encompassing all of her -- not trapping her, but it’s no longer as easy to resolve by merely rolling on her side. Oh Gods. Her tail beats against the garbage in defiance as she tries arching her back, forgetting her shell that clinks beneath her. Radiance, help her. She attempts pushing herself up, alright - no luck -- her tail breaks something deep beneath the garbage with another rough slap of tail. Wheezing; her face burns hot beneath her mask. Flailing, yes--! Feet kick outward & claws scrape the ground. Flailing, no--! God-King please. Children of the Godhome cry out in anguish. Wiggling, that of a maggot. ----It feels as though the pit embraces her more. Gods. Gods. Gods be damned. A feral shriek emits, common only in the depths of the Deepnest - as she tries everything at once to tire herself out.

    So grab a snack! She’s not getting up for awhile.