“So he wants to kill Devin to stop the cult?” Thought Lacch, spinning around in their office chair. “Is that the only way to do it? I mean.. murder is bad! Emmit should know that.. murder is like.. the Cody thing to do..”
Lacch let out a groan and took off their hat. As they stood and began to walk towards the window, the white sheet they wore glided along with them. It was all conflicting. Things have been hard in their head lately. On one side, they felt like they had to support Emmit. Like if they didn't, something bad would happen. But like, they had to support Emmit! ‘Cause they loved Emmit!
Ý̸̧̢̟̲̪̱͓͓͔͈̦̦̗͈̬̬͎̦͍͎͇͖̺͓̙̓̑͋̅̉̊̄̒̃͑́̈͂́̽̓͘͜͜͠͠͝͝ͅͅo̵̧̧̧̳̫̦̘̦̺̻̯̠̞̪͓̦̻͓͖͇̮͔̯̮̲̰̠͗̍̊̑̀͐̓̚͝ų̸̧̢̢̛̲̼̟͖̳̱̙͓̝̜̝͍̘̪͔̻̦̩̟͔͍͓͔̯̰̱͔̺̘͛̓͊̇̊̆̋̓̈́͗̋̈́̓̆̈́̒̎̓͗̓̅̈́̏̂̉̂͗̊̈́̅̎̒̕̕͘̚͜ͅͅ ̵̧̧̨̡̛̞̱̠̬͓̼̥̖̘͎̝͓̥̻͙̤͈̪̟̦̲̥̰̖̖͚̲̤͇̼͙̭͖̭̯̟̻͌͗͛́͐̂̿͒͛̐͌͐͊̂̇͂͑̄̾̀̔̈͐̔̕̕͝͝͝d̵̗̩͓̼̰̝̻̜̬̫̟̖̥̜̞̋̊̌̽̇̎̎̕̕͘ͅǫ̶̧̨̨͉̤͖̹͕̻̝̙͔̖̲̞̝̱͍̞͙̱̜͕͑̔͑̀͛̄͋̀̅͊̓͗̋̇̀͑̿̽͗͗̒̅̋̌̆̌͌͋̈̆̚͘̕̕̕͝ͅn̷̢̨̡̘̖̣͕̤̟̦̬̙̮̹̮̬̼̞̞̦̭͙̲̲̰̱̳͙̗̬̱̬̱̪̗̪̝̹̯͍̳̟̖̫̩͉͚̒͆̈͆̈͛̈́̅̅̏͊͒̓͑̎̅͌̌͌̿̂́͘̚͘̚͜͝'̷̢̡̨̼̣̟̞̯̜̗̬̰̱̻̞̮̲̦̳̹̗̈́͑t̸̨̢̥̥̩͔̅̔̄͆̑̐̀͌̉͆̀̽̌̽͆̐͐̉̾̒̾͐̀̑́̇͐̐̓̽̈̌̕͠͠ ̶̢̧̧̢̢̧̡̧̡̛̛͖̞̟̠̳̯͓͈͔̝̳̲͚͎̦̠̘̺̻̞̦͖̞̥͉͕̰̗͉͔͖̮̮͓͙̹̩̣̥̿̏͊́̃͌́̏̎͋͑̿͛͛͊́̒̍̑́͐̂̃̍̓̅̈́͋͋́͘̚͜͜͝͝͠͠͠͝ļ̸̧̧̨̮͈͇͕͓̱͙͕͓͚̜̟̜̥̤̦͙̗͖͓̭̭̪͎̫̻̪̺̲̠͕̦̠̠͎͍̥̬̜͚͕̔͛̒̌̓̈́̄̆̇̇̈́͂̽̄͊̏͛͂̏̍̅̋̎̾̾̈́͐͋̏̏́̾̀̈́̽͛̏̃̾̾͘͘̕̕͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅo̸̢̘̙͙̩̘̾͌̅̂̄͐́͆̌͂̈́̍̒̈̎̎͆̈̎͑̃̎̆̃̎̓̊̎̒̽̌̈̉̚̚͝͝͠͝ͅv̸̻͔̑̓̏̊̎̓̈́͌̾͆̇̈́́̊̔̆̂͗͠ę̵̢̡̨̨̛̻͔̺̗̗̦̣̲̝̼̬̱̦̦̜̖͍̟̘̮̬̠̭̲̜͈̼̻̺̝̺̫̎̾͌̾̒̒̿͌́͆̊̃̾́̐͊̄́͒̓͋̂̎̆̄̀͛̈́̏̾̅͛̑̏̓̐́̑́̕͘͘̕̕͜͠ ̶̡̨̨̧̨̺͖̯̞̰̲̝̺͑̆̌̓̀̎͗̿̍̂̄͆̽̐̈́̆̊͗͊̑̀͗̔̐̇̉͊̐͋̐̅͒̂͊̊͗̀̾̊͑̉̾̈́̔̚̚̕̚͘͠E̶̩͓͕̹̥͍̥̬̩̞̝͇͚̪͉͛̈́͑̈́̓̾͌̈́̓̂̓̂̓͝͝m̸̧̨̨̝͙̻̮͎̦̟͖̘̪̜̺̖̖͖̮͈͌͗̅͐̓̓̅͑͂͋̽̿́̔̄̆̀̆̌́̒͋̀͊̍̈́̒̚̚̕̚̚͜͝͝͠ͅm̶̡̢̧̛̥̦͓̺͖̳̼̦̖̮͍̹̙̭̜̯̮͓̱͕̱̘͔̬͙̤̼̪͖̙͙̬̜̩̣̣͚͔͙̦̩͚̹̲͆̅͐̅͑͆̄͊̈͂̕̚͜͜͠i̷̛̲͓̲͚̥͓͓͔͙̬̽̉̎̌͌̍̒́͐̋̌t̷̛̝̩̪̪̠̼̖̞̩̯̮͙͙͍̣̮̲̘̃̈́̍̽͂̂̓̀̑̾̑̀͛͊̃̓̈̈́̍͗̍̌̈́͒̐͊͑̐̋̍̀̃̈́̈́̄̂̆͘͘͠͝
They sighed and sat down. What would they do? On one hand, they didn't want someone to die, on the other, they knew Emmit couldn't be wrong.. Emmit would never hurt anyone on purpose. Emmit said it himself. He's a good person. Even if Emmit doesn't love Lacch the same way Lacch loves him, that doesn't change the fact that he cares!
Lacch fell back into their chair and let out a dreamy sigh. “Emmit is so perfect..” they muttered to themselves, giggling and smiling a bit.
Nothing bad would ever happen. Emmit will keep it in control. Emmit is not a killer. And Emmit loved Lacch. That's why Emmit saved Lacch.
Saved them from what?
“Why.. the truck of course.. Emmit saved me from the truck.”
N̷o̶ ̸h̸e̴ ̵d̴i̸d̸n̷t̵
“Yes he did. I remember it. He saved me then I told him I loved him and then everything was ok.”
H̵̗̰͚̻̒̄̈́ȇ̴̺͆̌ ̸̭̲̘͊͐̇î̷̧͕͑͊s̶̟̗͎̀ ̷̮̹̀a̵͔̲͒̑͝ ̷̡̄l̵̼̘͔͋ì̵̡̩́̃͊a̷̲̼͆̍͊͜r̴̡͌̀
“No he isn't! Emmit would never do anything wrong. He would never lie to me. He saved me!”
Y̴̳̟̿̔͋͊̀͌̓̓̓͌̌ǫ̸̨̡͚̩̥̘͔̰̻̓̅̈́̃͝ư̷̧͍̬̼̲̗̌̋̿͐͒͋̏̑̃͘ ̴̨̢̞̖͇͚̘̜̲̥̩̬̓̀å̸̡̺͙̮͈̰͇̹̜̤̙̞͐͌͗̒̍͒͌͋̐͝r̸̹̬͓̿̎̆́̐̈́̋̚͝ȩ̸̢͆̐̃͒͊͌̂̇́͒͜͝ ̸͇̤̳̆̀̇̐͑͛́̕̕͝͝d̶̰͉̩̖̈́͛è̸̟̊́̀͒â̷̹̱͖͉̥͖̞͉̪̞̈́͌ḑ̸̛͉̠̠̠͈̻̻̱̞̆̃̂̄̿̎́͌̂̓ͅ.̵̧͍͇͙͓͈̣̬̠̥̓̇̐͛̆̈́̇̀͘͜
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The Cult of Devin
HorrorBeepo Beepo found records detailing life with and around the cult from all different sides. Beepo has pieces this together from it. Beepo
