[ There's a big indication to Gorgug's acting strange status, by the fact that when Fabian waves his hand in front Gorgug's face and gets up in there?
He doesn't react. There's no recognition, no twitch that should come from the motion so close, Gorgug's stare fixated on the thing that he does see: a figure, facing him with eyes hollowed out and with signs of decay, a hoodie burnt and torn with globs of yellow stuck to the material. The trees barely part to give them visibility, but even in the darkened environment, Gorgug can see them, perhaps better than he should; good enough to notice the ants crawling over their body, well enough to know that it's
him.
The Gorgug who died. ]
N-no, [ he mutters to himself, and his turn his is sharp, bumping into Fabian as if he truly doesn't recognise the other's presence, as he starts to hurry down the singular path forward available (without going into the trees). His grip hasn't loosened, forcing Fabian to be dragged along with him, his breathing becoming frantic as he tries to hurry to get away from that figure, as he also realises as he starts bolting: ]
F-Fabian? Fabian?
[ He's calling, looking around as he still walks, continuing to not recognise the very guy with him as there. ]
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He doesn't react. There's no recognition, no twitch that should come from the motion so close, Gorgug's stare fixated on the thing that he does see: a figure, facing him with eyes hollowed out and with signs of decay, a hoodie burnt and torn with globs of yellow stuck to the material. The trees barely part to give them visibility, but even in the darkened environment, Gorgug can see them, perhaps better than he should; good enough to notice the ants crawling over their body, well enough to know that it's
him.
The Gorgug who died. ]
N-no, [ he mutters to himself, and his turn his is sharp, bumping into Fabian as if he truly doesn't recognise the other's presence, as he starts to hurry down the singular path forward available (without going into the trees). His grip hasn't loosened, forcing Fabian to be dragged along with him, his breathing becoming frantic as he tries to hurry to get away from that figure, as he also realises as he starts bolting: ]
F-Fabian? Fabian?
[ He's calling, looking around as he still walks, continuing to not recognise the very guy with him as there. ]