Preggers OOM of Doom.
Milli-timed to after this. White text is from the song Voices by Dream Theater, thanks to Rance for the lyrics.
Chloe sits up in her room, reading a book on curses. She tosses over on her side, then over on her back again.
I can't believe this. I can't get comfortable. Why can't I get comfortable?
'So speak, I'm right here'
She used to say to me
not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling
the Devil in my bed
I guess Easter's never coming
So I'll just wait inside my head
Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
Voices repeating me
'Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.'
Voices discussing me
'Others steal your thoughts
they're not confined
within your mind.'
Thought disorder
Dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?
I feel elated
I feel depressed
Sex is death, Death is sex
Says it right here on my Crucifix
Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
Because I'm pregnant with a demon thing's baby.
She throws the book down to the floor and rolls onto her side. She goes into the bathroom and checks the trash. It's empty. Completely empty. No test, no trash.
Nothing.
But she's still pregnant. The test said so. And she had gotten angry with herself. She had asked for the trash to be emptied. All traces of the test to be erased.
She's carrying the child of the single worst creature that has ever walked the earth.
Chloe sits up in her room, reading a book on curses. She tosses over on her side, then over on her back again.
I can't believe this. I can't get comfortable. Why can't I get comfortable?
'So speak, I'm right here'
She used to say to me
not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling
the Devil in my bed
I guess Easter's never coming
So I'll just wait inside my head
Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
Voices repeating me
'Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.'
Voices discussing me
'Others steal your thoughts
they're not confined
within your mind.'
Thought disorder
Dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?
I feel elated
I feel depressed
Sex is death, Death is sex
Says it right here on my Crucifix
Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
Because I'm pregnant with a demon thing's baby.
She throws the book down to the floor and rolls onto her side. She goes into the bathroom and checks the trash. It's empty. Completely empty. No test, no trash.
Nothing.
But she's still pregnant. The test said so. And she had gotten angry with herself. She had asked for the trash to be emptied. All traces of the test to be erased.
She's carrying the child of the single worst creature that has ever walked the earth.