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Entry 33: The Wretched Eye Looms Over Tabitha

The bloated red mass pulsed, tendrils of red reaching out from its base, sky and lake both turning blood red. The apex of the opaque thing fractured, a sharp crackling reverberating (a crackling that strangely came from everywhere at once). Like some kind of grotesque veiny blossom, the top of the massive growth opened up, a mess of writhing tentacles flooding out.

The tentacles reached Tabitha, restraining the shocked girl’s limbs and throwing her to the lake surface. Clear water left from Nymph’s death splashed up at the impact. The tentacles tightened their grip, holding her down as the other her walked over, the Water Nymph’s remains rippling with the double’s steps.

“Forget that Water Nymph,” the crimson eyed double spoke, leaning down, the double’s face inches from hers. “One Tabitha is good, but two is better. Join us.” The other her licked her cheek, her breath skipping, her skin crawling. “It will be fun.”

Somehow, she managed to slip her right hand free and slugged her other self square in the face. The other her stumbled back, the tentacles loosening. With a burst of strength, she broke free, a look of indignation in her brown eyes, her pan back in her hand. Something else watched her, something familiar yet horrifying.

“The Wretched Eye.” She looked up, a cold sweat coming over her. High above, a massive red eye watched from a nest of tentacles. “The thing the other me serves. The thing from those nightmares.”

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Entry 34: Tabitha Aims to Reach the Wretched Eye

The horrific eye hung high overhead, watching (always watching), the tentacles around it writhing. Somehow, she was responsible for that monstrosity being here. She did not want it here, but she knew her presence had set off the chain of events leading to its release. If she had not come here, perhaps Nymph would still be alive. No. She shouldn’t think like that. She must concentrate on defeating that thing, that dark god.

The tentacles at ground level inched closer, closing in. With the Pan of Great Smiting +1, the brown eyed girl slashed apart the ones that got too close, preserving a small safe zone around herself. She could keep this up for awhile but not forever. Her short pink hair swayed as she glanced up towards The Wretched Eye. How could she reach something that was so high up, that was so far away.

It didn’t matter if she could best a few tentacles if that monstrosity remained out of reach. She clicked her tongue and looked around. There must be some way to reach that freaky thing. There must be some way to beat it.

“The buildings. I can reach it with a tall enough building.”

Many such buildings dotted the area, extending up towards the heavens. She had her pick of which to go with, of which rooftop to use as the arena. Breaking away from the encroaching tentacles, she rushed towards her chosen tower, the other her watching with interest.