Hello I've decided to give you an out of context snippet of a fic I'm working on in exchange for the flowers:
C̸͎̿r̶̠̀e̴͑͜a̴̡͊t̸̳͒ë̷̬ ̸̞͑i̴̢͊t̸̪͝.̶͎̂
Bad awoke with a start. Exhausted and instantly alert as the Egg, his savior, helped him rise (pulled him out of the blissful void of sleep). There was a voice in his head. There was always a voice in his head, but this one was new. He didn't know how he felt about it yet. The Egg hadn't decided.
C̶̤͕͖̣̬̳̱̰͚͆́̈ȓ̵̦͇͖̫͋͊̓͌͊́e̵̛̛̩̲͍͆͋̓̽̐̚͘͝ǎ̶̗̱̭̮͍̰̀͐͐t̴̟̟̪͉̪̮̟̒̀̄̓̚è̸̱̳̭̳͓̔̍ ̸̛̭̖̳̰̣̞̉̑̎̃̍̓͊͘ͅi̴͖͕͛̿̈́͠t̷̨̢̤͔̫̮͉́̋̄̓͒̀̓̉͐͘!̴͚̄́̚
Sharp words hissed into his ear. A Demand. The Egg shuddered through his veins, curious, tasting something familiar and powerful (something bad, something wrong, something humans were never meant to reach).
Create what?
Ĉ̵̖̪̫͂̏͛̓͝ͅṟ̴̡̫̜̯̼̥̻̬̤̟̐̿̑̋̀͂͑͂̕̚̚e̷̻̗̼͚̜͖͇̺͜͝ạ̷̠̙͎͎͙̅͋͆͒͗͗̚͠t̷͔͙̬̹̅͐̈́̿͝ẻ̶̛̺͙̤̬̹͙̮͒͛͐̐̐͗̅͆ ̴̬̹̗́̊͊͠Ĩ̴̫̮͙͖̲͚̻͎̙̜̥̃̐͊̕t̷̛̲͓̗̣͕̱̘̺̃͂͜.̶̞͇͊̔̄̐́
This time the words were accompanied by a vivid image in Bad's mind. A complex series of enchantments, specific in order and method of creation. Some of them he could recognize. Many he could not. It's purpose was beyond him, but the Egg vibrated in understanding. Delight pulsed through him. They were happy about this turn of events. Bad didn't need to think about it, the Egg would think for him. It wasn't his job to know.. Only to serve.
Who are you?
A̵̘͒m̵̘͑ ̴̫̓n̷̯͛o̴͒͜t̷̤͗.̶͓̃
There was danger edging every word. Deep down within him, an instinctive part of Bad knew what that meant. (He didn't want it to be true). This was wonderful. The Egg could use this to rule not only this server, but every other.
Why now?
B̷a̸r̴r̵i̶e̶r̸ ̵w̶e̶a̴k̸.̴ ̸M̵i̷n̵d̵ ̶w̸e̸a̸k̸.̶ ̵W̶i̴l̵l̴ ̶w̸a̵i̶t̵ ̸n̷o̷ ̶m̸o̵r̶e̶.̷
There was no doubt about it now. Bad stood in an empty bedroom, a vessel for a conversation between two devastating forces. In one ear, a parasitic monster, and in his other, the void itself. Demanding he serve both. He felt hollow. A tunnel for notes to be passed through.
We will create it.
C̶o̶r̶r̷e̵c̵t̷.̶.
The Egg only needed to corrupt a few people and lay a few clues to turn everyone against each other. The fear that the Egg strikes isn't just in creeping vines and turning familiar eyes crimson. It's in not knowing who to trust, not knowing if your friends are really strangers, and not realizing that was all part of its plan until it's too late.
love how the egg is basically just a faerie btw. manipulative as shit. doesn’t have any discernible knowledge of morals. makes heavily weighted deals that benefit only itself but seem really appealing. weak to iron and holy objects. i love that.
Ok but imagine if the Egg plot was done after skulk was introduced. Each kill on top of it spreads the mold. All the sacrifices feeding it, making it grow into the ground and up into the surface with an unholy growl. A dark scary mold that infects the mind. With every death it grows and with every death it gets stronger. Imagine.