Heat.
Hitch hated the heat.
The humid summer air would crawl its way underneath his skin, beads of sweat snaking tiny trails through his fur. The heat messed with his head and prevented him from doing his job properly.
Not to mention his splitting headache.
Been going through my older unfinished notesapp stories and cleaning some of them up! I think I might’ve gotten a little flowery or heavyhanded with the prose at some times but I’m happy with it. Not quiiite sure if the horror tag applies here but I was aiming for a feeling of slight dread/slow realisation so I feel as though it’s applicable.
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this is a good fic but whyd the grammer switch up in the middle of the fic? like, u started not capitalizing anything. and theres a little bit more flaws too with it
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it’s on purpose! :) it’s supposed to represent hitch’s declining mental state
It's a bite-sized bit of dread, and it's very nice. I think what elevates this beyond "Oh hey, it's Hitch losing his mind" is the inclusion of this in early on:
That, and with him confusing Sunny (and other things) as the sun talking to him or what-have-you makes me wonder if this is more than just the heat wave getting to him and it's something far worse. I can explain it as just a really bad case of migraine... or it can really be that there are some acolytes and goddesses he's unknowingly messing with.
So, thanks for this short one, Hyena!
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thank you!! loved the analysis of the undertones