— floor suddenly sports a maw with gnarled teeth. But, it doesn’t attack. Not yet. It knows far better.
“𝘎𝘶𝘩 … get away,”
His body whispers, lips unmoving from beneath the water. “It’ll 𝘬… kk… kill you.”
There’s a whisper from just over Steve’s shoulder, incoherent words littered with concern(?), though ultimately the source of the noise remained disembodied.
The water ripples, trembles, &. that eerie pool of darkness shuffling along the pond’s—
"Well Bob, Oscorp has access to a lot of things. Maybe it's just a better therapist or better drugs. But let me ask you. What do you think you need the most?"
— consume the object of his obsession. &. for a moment —- everything around them stops. The clouds, the birds. The air. The people, oh so far below them.
&. It’s just them. Norman, and his Sentry. )
I Think You’re 𝘼͟𝙢͟𝙖͟𝙯͟𝙞͟𝙣͟𝙜.
You are a hero, Norman. You’re my hero.
( Here comes that dark swirl within his pupils. That crazed look in his eye — the heart of his devotion to Norman lying within the darkness. The type of gaze a man wears when he wants to —
the suit is a bit tacky in hindsight, but I'm glad you remember it with fondness(?)
I should show you my gold one sometime. That was what I made when I 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 wanted to be a hero.