This is amazing, the way you handle the atmosphere that you build up, the encroaching bizarreness and cold of what they feel, the twisted up and down nature of their relationship. Your use of language is so strong and evocative as well that I was gripped the entire time I was reading. It's the sort of fic I'll come back and read for a second time to grasp all the nuances but for now I just wanted to say what an awesome horror story you've created - that at the end it's just them.
Oh man - so so so chilling. Thinking all along it's just the dolls, and then...the casual way they think those things, and can even see there is something wrong, but can't - won't - do anything to stop it. Really marvelously done, with the cold and the snow and the Shithole, and the way it escalates so calmly between them.
You always have such a talent for atmosphere and sense of place and you really nailed it with this fic. Everything felt visceral, and I could hear the boots on snow, smell the damp carpet, see the picked scabs. The fact that you made the environment so sharp and real made the boys' smoky, surreal attitudes even better. I felt all wired up by the end, so the tension was beautifully drawn out. And usually I wouldn't think that second person works but you've sort of kicked that assumption to the curb, and I think it might be something I'm interested in trying out sometime. All in all, great piece!!
You know how I feel about this fic. <3333 It is glorious and macabre and in my mind it's all shadows and laser-cut puppets, bit and pieces all strewn about a room and finding ways into open bodies. I love this final incarnation to pieces! Phenomenal work. <3
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