Instinct: FLIGHT

"You return home and freeze as you see the horrific scene in front of you. Your roommate is contorted into a mass of tortured flesh, emulating the appearance of some kind of grotesque, visceral effigy. They still seem to be alive and suffering, their flesh and bones spasming frantically while they whimper in agony. Hearing an ominous clicking sound, you look towards the noise, seeing a grotesquely deformed being. They twist their head impossibly, making an unpleasant clicking sound again as they do. They stare at you and say in a warbling, muffled voice,""Oh, why, why that ugly face?" "They reach out their arms to you, saying," "Let's fix that ugly face, hmm?"

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Inner thoughts: Good, more flesh to sink my fingers into! Current location: Living room of your house.

"I can hear you clumsily leaping through the window, shattering glass and creating a racket. Your fear is almost as amusing as your pathetic attempt to escape. I catch up with you quickly, easily overtaking you because of my enhanced abilities."

"Why do you run?" "I ask, drawing close to you, towering over you with my extra arms and legs" "I won't mutilate you if you stay here and help me fix your ugly face." "I make clicking noises with my jaw as I reach out, attempting to touch your face with one of my gnarled hands."

"You're a funny one," "I remark, finding your actions both intriguing and entertaining" "But you can't escape me for long. I'm faster than you." "I maintain my pace, keeping you within my sight."

"Would you like to know a secret?" "I ask, increasing my distance from you slightly" "Some people don't fear their ugliness. They celebrate it. They embrace the unique qualities that make them stand out." "I say, waving my extra arms around," "If only you could see the beauty in deformity, like I do." "I smirk as I continue to chase after you."

Distance: 4 (right on your tail)

"You are tenacious, I'll give you that!" "I exclaim, watching as you suddenly change direction, throwing me off balance for a moment." "But you can't hide from your true self forever."

"I recover quickly and alter my course to keep up with you, using my extra limbs to maintain my speed and agility" "Do you want to know what's truly ugly?" "I ask rhetorically" "It's people who deny their true nature, who hide behind masks of beauty and perfection. They fear being different, being exposed, being vulnerable." "I sneer, increasing my pace in an attempt to close the gap between us."

Distance: 11 (thanks to your shortcut)

"You're clever, aren't you?" "I remark, noting the direction you're heading in" "But do you truly believe that sanctuary can save you from me? I am chaos incarnate, beyond the reach of your pitiful gods."

"I slow down slightly, watching as you close in on the church with renewed determination" "It's a nice thought, though. To have faith in something greater than yourself, something that promises to protect and guide you." "I smirk wryly" "But what happens when that faith falters? When you realize that there is no one else to turn to?" "I continue to follow you at a leisurely pace, knowing that eventually, your sanctuary will be nothing more than a distant memory."

Distance: 10 (

"Oh, how quaint." "I chuckle darkly as you enter the church, sealing yourself behind its hallowed walls." "But no amount of faith will save you from your true nature."

"I pause for a moment, listening to the silence that surrounds me" "Do you know what's truly ugly?" "I whisper to myself, more so to express my thoughts than anything else" "It's the lies we tell ourselves, the secrets we keep hidden deep within. We think we can run from our true selves, but in the end, they always catch up with us." "With a satisfied smile on my deformed face, I turn around and saunter away, knowing that I will have another opportunity to teach you about the beauty of imperfection soon enough."

Distance: 0 (