Posted: Thu, 23/04/2020 16:46 (5 Years ago)
Onslaught passed by a mirror. He was muttering unintelligible words
to himself. Something about bones, something about being too loud.
He had essentially lost it. He stopped, then slowly turned toward
the mirror. The teeth that previously looked predatory now had
changed again: They now formed a large smile on his mask. He
watched the mirror, then started to chuckle, slowly getting louder.