The Choice - Bob

This is the last NPC post- feel free to PP Bob from here on out, within reason. Put him out of his misery, abandon him down in the tunnels to his fate. Etc etc. Feel free to ask any questions if unsure!

Bob was no longer himself; a puppet dangling on wormy strings. He was part of something greater now, a cause beyond their comprehension- something so much larger than even the worms drooling from his lips. He was not the start, merely progress and there was much to be made. Warm bodies, new and safe places to grow. They spoke to one another, moving lips with easy openings to slip inside. That was all he wanted, all he could think about, but he was weak and his movements sluggish, he still trembled as he stood there hunched over with wheezing breaths. Most kept a safe, wary distance, looked at him with disgust, maybe even fear.

And then one stepped forward with an offer Bob-or what used to be Bob, anyway- couldn't resist. He remained still for a moment, before snapping into an almost feral frenzy. Shoving his muzzle against her wound, he heaved and another violent slew of worms slithered out across his tongue, digging into the newly made wound on Delphi's leg.