staticrux:

the magnus archives

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“i stared at the stranger and as my eyes began to adjust, i could make out more details. i could see that their face appeared blank, expressionless, and their skin seemed damp and slightly sunken, like they had a bad fever. the swaying was more pronounced now, seeming to move from the waist, side to side, back and forth. by this point i had finished rolling a second cigarette and gingerly held it out towards them, but i didn’t get any closer. i had decided that if this weirdo wanted a cigarette, they were going to need to come out of the creepy alleyway. they didn’t come closer, didn’t make any movement at all except for that damn swaying. for some reason the thought of an angler fish popped into my head, the single point of light dangled into the darkness, hiding the thing that lures you in.”