[TINY CAT PEOPLE] VOID SESSION INTERMISSION: HARK

[skinstealer]

VOIDSY: Is that your best offer, Spit?
VOIDSY: You’re making her choose between leaving and spending the rest of her life dealing with the damage you’ve done, or staying with you and letting you make things worse and worse.
VOIDSY: You’re making it seem like it’s her fault when you hurt her- it’s for her own good, right?
VOIDSY: Bullshit.
VOIDSY: No wonder your own sister doesn’t want to be around you anymore. 
VOIDSY: Who hurt you, Spit?
VOIDSY: Who taught you to hurt others before they can hurt you?

Spit snorts, unable to hold her snickering back.

SPIT: Who hurt me?
SPIT: You looking for a tragic backstory? Somebody had to go and mess me up and now I’m bad. 
SPIT: That’s how it works, right? You’re gonna crack me open and figure out just what makes me so terrible, and then fix me right up. Save me, even!
SPIT: That’s you. The hero of the story. 
SPIT: You know what, hero? Go ahead and ask whatever you want to cute lil’ Hark here. 
SPIT: Let’s see how you do.

Well...it’s a patronizing opportunity, but it’s an opportunity.

VOIDSY: Hark...you’re working with Wax’s TCPs, right?
VOIDSY: Have you met any of them?
VOIDSY: What did they seem like?
VOIDSY: How did they treat you and each other?

Hark doesn’t respond, avoiding eye contact.

VOIDSY:...Is there anything we can do for you?

It seems like Hark’s going to answer for just a moment, but you see Spit squeeze her, leaving deep scratches across her arm. 



You can feel your anger rising up, but it’s not the time- you need to focus and keep it from overcoming you. Hark needs you right now.

VOIDSY: Even if Spit dedicates her time to spitefully haunting you, there are people who are willing to keep you safe, Hark.
VOIDSY: We hate her, not just our collective but so many others.
VOIDSY: There are entire pantheons of gods who can’t stand Spit.
VOIDSY: You wouldn’t have to be alone. 

Hark looks at you hesitantly, slowly moving to face you.

VOIDSY: What Spit has done to you will always be there.
VOIDSY: She may be like a mother to you, but she doesn’t act like a good one.
VOIDSY: It’s never easy to get over that.
VOIDSY: You may not have a choice right now, but we can help you get there.

She makes eye contact, and for a second you think you can almost see hope. 

VOIDSY: Spit made these collars that make it so that gods can’t communicate with their TCPs while they’re wearing them. We have a few of them already.
VOIDSY: We could give one to you.
VOIDSY: No more gods in your head.
VOIDSY: Writhe already chose to wear one, so we know it works.
VOIDSY: Just let us know.

The hope is gone as soon as it came, her head falling.

SPIT: Awww, you went and got her hopes up. 
SPIT: Fraid that’s not gonna work, kitty cat.

She moves her hand away from Hark’s throat, leaving scratches behind across her chest. 

SPIT: Try to take this bad boy off and-

She drags a glass claw across the collar, making a horrible grinding sound.

SPIT: Off with her head!