#im treating this as hypothetical future meta commentary tbh

[alabonshay]

@the-haunted-office (continued)

"Buzz, buzz," the Duchess drones. As the Narrator launches into yet another one of his defamatory diatribes, which he believes are so profound, she shifts her attention towards her waistcoat. She plucks a green tuft of fur from the embroidery and hums to herself.

What else could she fathom? Other than the opening of doors, the prickle along her neck, and the predictable beratement following, the Narrator had exhausted his options.

It was unfathomably strange for a voice to have no owner. But how to say: she had fathomed so much already? That she had once died? How to say, she had already experienced a great one-ness, the very essence of the god itself, indescribable? How to say, she had once captured lightning? And yet the prat claimed he was far more interesting?

"Pish-posh," rumbles the Duchess. He'd gone for the bait. Another successful experiment, as she wasted away in hell. She flicks the tuft of fur to the floor and settles back into her chair.

Would she go mad?

Certainly. If she had to listen to him for any longer.