[ It's yet another moment where her life's become a horror movie. All of a sudden, in the face of the unknown— in the presence of it, lingering behind her, Max feels like she's thirteen again, standing in a rundown bus in the junkyard. Staring up at the monster opening its face like flower petals, snarling down at her and ready to pounce. Watching in real time her perceptions of how the world works crack and shatter around her.
It's the most comparable experience. But this time, Steve's not going to leap out of nowhere to protect her, he's asleep. Lucas isn't going to hold her hand to comfort her, he's not here.
Max tenses up, but to her credit she only hesitates for a good three seconds or so before she turns her head in the direction Basil's looking in, eyes wide, to see—
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Date: 2023-04-21 06:59 am (UTC)It's the most comparable experience. But this time, Steve's not going to leap out of nowhere to protect her, he's asleep. Lucas isn't going to hold her hand to comfort her, he's not here.
Max tenses up, but to her credit she only hesitates for a good three seconds or so before she turns her head in the direction Basil's looking in, eyes wide, to see—
An empty corner. ]
...N-no. No, that one, I... I don't see anything.