Arms, legs and heads stick haphazardly out of the horrible thing;
more and more of the creatures crawl out of the ground,
joining into a single entity. It gestures to come closer.
You decide not to.
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Oh god, what is this thing. The sun burns brighter than it ever has before, brighter than it has any right to be. In god's world, how could this exist? It wants me, it wants everyone.

It can never have me. That is the last thing I would allow. I am my own existence. To lose that is the most horrifying concept of all. I am individual. I exist. No one can take that from me. Please don't take that from me.

It takes more and more of them. They go willingly. I could never go willingly. Why would they go willingly? They're crawling out of the ground. This is a playground. This is someone's childhood. There are so many bodies here. Why are there so many bodies here? Who did this?