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( it stares. it breathes in an almost labored manner, staring with glassy eyes now just barely resembling dark eye-bags. of course, 'benji' isn't going to leave, now its got sights on someone else this time.
the more he doesn't move, the more it'll perfectly mimic him. )
( its rather thin. almost too easy to break, if not for how easily creatures such as this can regenerate. but by this moment, its already has benjamin's face down... almost.
its stretched out to an almost eerie smile as if skin were akin to molded clay. )
+
( after some time, it does manage to repeat the very same insults, curses, swears and whatnot. features warp to resemble something barely akin to benjamin himself, but its not enough.
maybe it needs to replace him as well. there's no harm in doing so, and it would - -
+
( back to davis, it mimics. a cruel and almost terrifying way to see things through someone's last moments: a father that cared so deeply carved into a creature's distinguished features.
loud ... long laughter ensues as the grip gets tighter. tighter and tighter. )
( a loud crash, one made of splintered wood and all. it slowly stumbles backward; face twisted and deformed akin to clay. it stares ... and stares, but eventually resumes its approach.
a claw-like hand now grasps firmly on the artist's face, keeping him from moving. )
"FAILURE."
( its a raspy mix of old static and something barely resembling a human voice. heathcliff's appearance still shows itself; almost to remind the artist that what he defends might be the very reason why he'll be doomed in the first place.
it steps closer. closer.
+
( if a gun doesn't affect it, clearly a vase won't. a head cocks to the side, almost interested ... fascinated with how similar the boy is to his adoptive father.
scared. but almost determined to fight. lingering hope of survival almost diminishing as we speak. )
+
"I-I-I'LL ASSSSSSSK yyYOu again! WHAT D-D-DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"
( benjamin's voice echoes back from the alternate's now slowly deteriorating form of the lieutenant. now it grows in length, resembling a pale and malnourished creature looming over. laughing... cackling. )
+
( alas, this thing wasn't aiming for benjamin. at least ... he wasn't an exact priority. but it isn't late to start calling benjamin a good victim in terms of luring the real davis out from his unconfirmed whereabouts.
a head turns around, snapping at 180 degrees.
+
( a brief moment passes, and it ... or rather 'he' doesn't move a muscle. nor does he seem to turn his head around towards his supposed child or towards any remote sounds; numb in the auditory sense as if deaf entirely.
yet it's still alive enough to stumble around. )
+
( it got inside. surprisingly, in a quiet manner that not many would suspect it'd make. no mimicry to fit a human-like appearance or scratching made by elongated claws almost fused into skin.
however, as it got inside, skin begins to mold and tear into one of its disguises. )
[ Benjamin was just walking around his house, having his reflection of how far he's gotten. For the big city to the cursed County that took an eye from him, he was so deep in thought that he's forgotten to lock the living room window, not realizing this let in @THATCHER_EFFECT. ]