violet-artness:

There are two lights flickering at the back of the holes where The
Thing’s eyes should have been, and Michael finds himself staring into
them. They’re bright, impossibly bright, and they pulsate ever so
slightly, as if matching a heartbeat that wasn’t there. He wonders if
he’s looking into his own soul, and a cold sense of terror settles over
him. One day he might rot away completely, and those impossibly bright
dots will be all that’s left…

All the mirrors are covered with towels the next day.

hi hey @adobe-outdesign‘s michael fanfic came into my house and punched me right in the dICK and i loved it so heres some fanart of part of the fic that really got to m e

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