[It all happens in a matter of seconds. Pratt is digging through piles of junk to find something to fight with, a pipe that he could hit the tentacles with or a sharp object to throw. He had his hunting knife on him, well, Jacob's knife, but it was overly long and not well suited to throwing. He'd only get one chance at that too so he realizes it's not his best option.
Actually.. he pauses looking at it tied to his belt. The knife is definitely still there. And yet the Jacob that he'd just seen had the exact same knife in his hip holster: red handle, overly sharp blade, blood rusting the joint where the metal met the handle.
How was that possible?
It's in that confused pause that Ben is able to haul him off and drag him towards safety. There's a moment where he stiffens and pulls away, unsure if this is the Ben he knew or the one that had manifested in the darkness, but that's quickly answered for him as the other Ben is behind them, stomach full of tentacles that are definitely after them.
As soon as they're behind the relative safety of the door, he drops to his knees.]
What.. what the fuck?
What the fuck was that? If it's not Jacob... and it's not you... then... the hell?
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Actually.. he pauses looking at it tied to his belt. The knife is definitely still there. And yet the Jacob that he'd just seen had the exact same knife in his hip holster: red handle, overly sharp blade, blood rusting the joint where the metal met the handle.
How was that possible?
It's in that confused pause that Ben is able to haul him off and drag him towards safety. There's a moment where he stiffens and pulls away, unsure if this is the Ben he knew or the one that had manifested in the darkness, but that's quickly answered for him as the other Ben is behind them, stomach full of tentacles that are definitely after them.
As soon as they're behind the relative safety of the door, he drops to his knees.]
What.. what the fuck?
What the fuck was that? If it's not Jacob... and it's not you... then... the hell?