Doom Patrol

Doom wasn't sure what just happened to be honest. The cloaked figure spoke again before disappearing, but the dream didn't seem to be over. The mist around him swirled and while the fireflies faded with the being, another swarm was returning, although this time it was a different... creature. This one was a deer, a strange one though, covered in crystals and fungi and ooze and lord knows what else. Doom squinted his oozey eyes at the deer, confused but also not sure if he was actually seeing a deer with everything he thought he saw, or if the ooze in his eyes was making him see things.

The mist then began to clear, a path forming between him and the massive buck lined by fireflies. The buck slowly began to step towards the young wolf, lowering its massive head and rack down to mutter some words in his ear─


í̶̗͕͕̝̻͎̓͌͗̋͋͐͐͊̈́̏̑͜͝͝ͅ ̶̟̲͓͙̱̯̤̭͇̟͎̳̎̈̉̂͐̈̎̒̾̇̅̽͠͝à̵̢̨͙̗̟͚̻͎̥̼̲͍͕̺̜̳͉̒͋͒̕͝m̴̢̡̛̮̼͓͚̦̖̺̹̪̺̱̹̈́͌͌̋̔͐̐̚͜͝ ̶̥̖̞͎͙͎̰̪̝̲̣͎̈́̔́a̸͕̦̪̓̅̽̈́͋̽̚ ̶̜̺̠͉͌ͅď̵̙̹͉͔̖͚̝̦̮͈͐͒͆̃͆̊͆͛̚ę̶͇͓̰̥̬̻̲͎͇͔̦̹̖̖̀̚͜ȩ̵̹̼͔͔̗̳͕̬̠̭̣́̆́͜͜͜ͅŗ̶̨̡̛̦̮̼̺̻̬̬͇̳̳̩̜̲̀͆̾̒̃̃̒̚͝ ̷̼̠͒̀̅̂́͋̊̎͝ḁ̴̛̛̝̞̞̰͎̥͒̐͐̑͂̿̀̑̇̿ņ̴̭̟̭̖̲̐͗̅͆̀̏̇̂̾͊͑̍̄̈́̚d̸̛̻̗̭̭͇͇͍̭̙̖͔̄̔̃͆̀͂̉̍ ̴͉͉̊̎̔̂̒̈́̇̐̊͌̕͝͝͠͠͠n̴̨͍̩͔͚͎̻̘̤͈̳̪͚̻̬̔͌̄̃̋̊ͅớ̶̭͉̰͉̟̈̒̏̓̐̉̓̾̃̓̀̈ẅ̵͍̙͇̗̫̂̚ ̶̟͈̳̙͉̩̑ŷ̷̛̮̭̦̐̑̀͑̎̐͛͌̃̋ȯ̷̡̢̢̻̩͚̜͈̙̳̯͈̲͖̮̔̈̈́̚u̷̧̘̦̬̰̝̹̗̓̄͜͜ ̷̭͓͙̪̫̭̻̖̤̬̾̄̚͜ͅc̶̛̛̫̤̺̗̏̂͊̓̈̒̎́̽̉̃̇͆͝ả̵̛͈̰̬̣̺̳͕͖̲̹͖̉̓̓̉͆̌́̌̏̒́̈́͝n̷̦͓̥̟͔̐̾́̓̿̋͗̚͝ ̵̢̎̄̋b̸̨̡̛̭̣̭̣̥̠̭̠͕̯͉͉̎̄͒̉̄̽̂̈́̃̋̓͠e̴̗͓̟͓̬̪͈̱͔̋͒̌́́͊ ̴̩̳̬͇̪̯͎̼̠̞̜̯͚̬̆͌̑t̵̨͓̦͎̘̜͉̞͚̘͈̦̺̩͇̪̘͂̈̂́̆̊͂̿̓͋͌̓̉̚͘͝o̵̡̪͉͚̜̟̭̺̻̞̳͓͙̺̖̳̍̏̈̇̽̄̋͂͑̈́̌̅͘͝͝ͅo̴͚̼͆̿̆̏


what the fuck.

"Speech."