I sat on the other side of the bars. It would be easy, so, so easy to just turn around and walk out. Pretend that I never came here. Unfortunately, I had not gotten where I was by doing the easy thing.

I took a deep breath, smelling that sterile, too-clean scent of a containment field. We’d actually had a conversation, once, about those. The smell drove me crazy. He hardly minded it.

Or maybe that was just a lie to make future me feel better about throwing him into permanent containment.

It hadn’t worked. I needed to know.

I stood, rapping on the clear bars. The sign for the guards. He couldn’t see me, but I could see him, a sad, raggled pile huddled in the corner, hardly moving. But now, as the one-way view field was dispelled, he could.

”Why.”

At the sound of my voice, his head shot up- and the hope in those eyes cut, like nothing else. But then it was stifled by the dullness of despair… and maybe that should’ve hurt more. It didn’t.

”Why did you do it.”

I could still remember the sting of betrayal, even after all these years. It festered, an infected wound that time could hardly touch. I could see his reasoning, now, as much as it pained me to admit it, even to myself. But it still hurt. Betrayal always does.

I lifted my chin, staring him down. In no way did I approve of his decision. In no way did I doubt that his imprisonment was for the best. What else would he do, if left to do what he wished? What other plans of mine would he ruin- plans that wouldn’t have needed to exist if it weren’t for him!

Fire smoldered in my gaze. I would have the truth out of him, at any cost. I needed to know why, lest my future plans go astray in such a manner. I needed to know.

”Why didn’t you kill me?”

...I was looking for something a bit more cheery lol. This guy really got revenge in his heart.

Jeremy,

It’s taken me a long time to write this. And I’ve written it about a hundred times. Burned each one. You know I’ve always liked to play with fire. That was our favorite past-time wasn’t it, playing with fire? You were the match and I was the heat, destroying everything we touched.

I can’t believe it’s been a year already. Your side of the bed still has a dent in it the size of you. Still beats the cold metal I’m sure you’re sleeping on. How is it sleeping with one eye open? Questioning if you’ll make it to the next day or not. Now you’ll know how I felt for the first six months. Wondering if the people you crossed were going to show up. You know how many bribes I’ve had to give? Your shit’s gone, you know. Pawned or traded, just so I could survive.

I have so many questions and you’ve got so many secrets. They still whisper as I walk the street. Do you know what it feels like to hear whispers on the street? About how you used me? Cheated me? I have nothing left, Jeremy. You took it all with you when you chose that job. Weren’t there other jobs? Ones that wouldn’t have put our entire world at risk? You had to rob that bank? On that day? Didn’t you do recon? You should have known. You don’t just rob the biggest asset of the most influential family and expect to walk away. They dug up every piece of dirt on you, on me, on us. My reputation is ruined because of you.

I hope this letter finds you well. Well, actually, I hope it finds you in hell. It sure is lonely out here. I know it’s lonelier in there. Heard you’re finally in solitary. You’ll never learn though. They’ll always find you. I even paid them to find you. Thankfully, it was also enough to leave me alone this time. Hope you enjoy it because revenge tastes best when it’s cold.

And it’s freezing out, Jeremy.

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((Second Part Continued))

Frank watched the exchange still frozen in his now pee-soaked seat. Wondering how could such a dainty woman converse so casually with these deformed horrific nightmares?
“She’s our half-sister you twat. Don’t think too hard about it, your brain will melt and I don’t like the taste of melted brain.” George said. His voice sounded like creaking trees laden down with swamp moss and bubbling gas emissions from a bog.
“Looks like you’ll get a hazelnut latte with a triple shot tonight.”
George fist-pumped the air. “That’ll get rid of the taste.” He grabbed Frank by the wrist and dragged him out of the booth, too afraid to scream. What proceeded to occur outside the diner and way from sight from the road would be too gruesome to put into words, but should Frank ever get a chance at another life it will surely haunt him in the next life or two or hundred.
The four dark beings sat down at the counter chatting and sipping on their favorite drinks with their favorite half-sister. And before they knew it, they felt refreshed and at ease now that their travels were stripped away with each sip. Gold and silver armor reflected the overhead lights with sparkles and glints.
Megan followed them out the front door. “It was nice to see you all again. You know, you can visit before your work weighs you down too much.”
“We know, baby sister. We’ll get better.” Grav said, his voice now clear and musical.
“You say that every time.” She harrumphed.
Hale embraced Megan in her usual sisterly bear hug. “It’s Grav’s fault. He doesn’t want any of us to get more Megan-time than him. He’ll only let us visit when he does.”
Megan returned the hug and glared daggers at Grav from around her sister’s shoulder.
“Wait, just a minute. That’s not true.”
“I’ll not let you set foot on earth to bother our sister more than you already do,” George said in his best Grav voice. “Those were your exact words.”
“I was joking. It was a joke.”
“I don’t know, didn’t feel like a joke when you got father to bar me from Earth when I took my vacation,” Vlam spoke, his voice the gentle lapping waves of a peaceful lake.
“Is this true, Grav?” It was the first time they’d heard Megan speak without an ounce of cheeriness.
“I didn’t mean, well I wanted to… yes. It’s true. I didn’t want them to overwhelm you.”
“Grav,” she stepped up to him and grabbed his large hand with both of hers. “You all are family, I’ll never be overwhelmed. I can’t just open up a portal as you all can. I can’t just fly up and decide to visit. All I get is the time you all share with me.”
“Man, really bungled this didn’t I?”
“It’s a good thing you have eternity to learn from your mistakes.”
Grav fully ashamed and put in his place heaved a large sigh. Megan took that moment to release his hand and wrap him up in a hug.”
“Hey, easy now. You’re gonna ruffle my feathers.”
“Right, right. Sorry, Mr. Macho Deity.” She pulled back from her half-brother. “So, you’ll let them visit without having to escort them?”
“I guess.” He winced at her stern look. “Yes.”
“Good.” She nodded. “Give my best to Dad and if you can let my mother know I love and miss her.”
“Absolutely, baby-sis.” Vale squeezed her in a side hug.
“Thanks, guys for always looking out for me. I love you guys.”
With a final round of hugs and well wishes, the four seraphim members of the Eldritch Horrors squad took to the air free from the nightmares and horrors of their tasks and missions. Refreshed and renewed.

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It was one of those parts of the world that were just naturally darker than other places on the planet. Didn’t stop man from plowing through and laying down their roads in places best forgotten. A single-pump gas station and a dingy run-down coffee shop were all that made up this pit stop, or rather just pit would be a better description.
The neon flow of red and blue of the open sign flickered out with the rest of the station’s lights. It left the warm yellow glow of the former diner-turned-coffee shop as the only beacon of light in the vast darkness of the flat plains of the forgotten parts of America. In script font, the ‘Eldritch Coffee’ sign countered the warm glow with its cold neon purple. Rings of darkness ran through the tubes pulsing with the electric buzz of a dying power supply.
A portly middle-aged man popped his head in through the front door, and the bell tingled as he did. “Alright, Megan. Shop’s locked up and I’m off, need anything?”
A young barista was behind the counter wiping it down, blonde curls bouncing with her effort. She looked up at the man with a beaming smile, her make-up done to perfection like in the beauty ads. “I’m all good, Al. Thanks for asking.”
“Sure thing. Ya got my number if anything comes up.”
“I do and you’ll be the second I call after the police if something dastardly happens.” Her smile grew and reached her eyes.
Al had made his peace with her running the joint at night, she would not be deterred. He didn’t know why and she would never explain, but this was the shift she wanted. He didn’t think she belonged in a place like this, she should be living it up and enjoying her youth in one of the big cities. As it was her choice, he still tried to look out for her like a protective uncle or something.
“As you should. Goodnight then.”
The bell chimed again signaling the door closing once again. The barista went back to wiping down the counter, easy listening music played over the in-ceiling speakers. She paid no mind to the lone figure sitting in the shadowed corner of the dining area. He’d already paid for his double-shot-no-cream-no-sugar espresso.
Once she was satisfied that the task was done and the napkin containers had been restocked she wiped the imaginary sweat from her forehead with a job well done. That’s when the light by the door flickered to a low dim and the buzz of metal like a tuning fork.
“I think you might have waited too long to do whatever it was you were planning to do.” She looked at the man in the corner.
His coffee now gone, he looked at the woman. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“It’s no matter. Life’s choices have a way of catching up to people.” She fussed with the settings of the drip machine that would make a fresh pot of extra dark.
He’d been told about this place by an acquaintance from a previous job. The man nearly blew the job because he couldn’t shut up about the vision behind the counter. Her overwhelming looks made the man’s reticence pining just as overwhelmingly annoying. Though it had sparked his interest, a lone woman in the middle of nowhere whose beauty was beyond words.
Lowering his eyes from the barista, he’d give the man credit in his description of the woman. She was alone, the station attendant gone, and there was no other soul in sight for the last half hour. The failing lights were a tad bit annoying, and a bit unnerving as it felt like the darkness was growing inside the diner. It felt like the space was getting smaller and smaller.
She’d have to go to the back for something soon or later he thought to himself.
It was like that thought triggered something in the universe because that’s when the door opened. The bell tingled, but the sound was dampened, almost dead. The oppressive cloying tendrils of the dark reached for the man whose flight or fight response just malfunctioned.
Of course, that was natural for anyone who saw the undulating humanoid figure of pure shadow amble to the counter. It took the seat at the counter closest to the man, who was now doing his best to remember how to breathe. Thoughts of the barista were completely pushed out of his mind.
“Ah, yes. That’s better.” The voice ground out like a garbage disposal grinding away at broken porcelain dinnerware. *Can’t have you thinking of our Megan like that.* The same grating noise sounded in his head.
“Gravlahaba’menathulemtik! It’s been a couple of weeks, did you go on vacation?” Megan’s voice was chipper and undisturbed by her latest customer.
“Ah, Megan, how lovely it is to hear your voice. You know you can just call me Grav, and yes I had to go on a business trip. You know how it is, some upstart heroes seem to let the power go to their head and stray from the path.”
“The overzealous eagerness of youth. I hope you managed to set them straight.”
“Maybe, I’m sure they’ll have nightmares for a while though.”
“It’s good to hear you’re keeping the universe in balance then. So, what’ll it be? Something new or the usual?”
“I’ll have the usual, please.”
“You got it. Extra Dark. Extra Large. Extra Sugar.”
Grav smiled, the kind of smile that would rot a forest and turn a creek into a lifeless swamp. He turned his smile to the man.
*You see, our Megan here is very special. It’s because of her that your world remains safe and protected. You thought to take away our one respite of peace in a universe filled with unending darkness. Tsk.*
Megan placed the large cup of steaming hot coffee in front of Grav along with a chocolate-covered biscotto. “Here you go, and the biscotto’s a welcome back treat, on me.” She looked over to the man who’d gone pale and rigid by now. “So it was like that then.”
“Enough to tear a planet apart for the offense.” Grav turned back to look at Megan. “Naturally, we won’t do that.” He smiled once more and Megan returned the smile.
“We? You came with a party?”
“I did, we literally just got back and really needed a good ‘Megan-style pick me up.’”
“Coming to see me first? That’s sweet of you guys. So where are they?”
“Ah, good ol’ Frank here wasn’t alone. His team was going to rob the station while he kept an eye on you and then they were going—” The flash of rage in Grav’s face-area stopped him from finishing the sentence.
“Oh.” She said in a simple response. “At least they waited for Al to leave.”
“We made sure he made it home safe. Should be making sure his kiddos are tucked in all snug and tight right now.”
“Thank you for that. He’s a good man. As for him, you said his name was Frank, I really don’t want to clean up any blood tonight.”
Frank’s eyes darted back and forth between the monstrosity and barista and their casual discussion of his impending death.
“Not to worry, The Endless is with us, he’ll make sure that the humans are never seen again.”
“Gorge is here? I wonder if I have enough hazelnut syrup. Oh, and I hope by ‘humans’, you mean Frank and his team and not ALL humans.”
“Of course, of course.” Grav’s smile turned into a nervous one. He tried to hide it by taking in a long draw of his coffee. The magic elixir hit the spot and it worked its way into the weary traveler’s bones. “You added a touch of vanilla?”
“Not much, but I know you like it even though you’d never ask for it, Mr. Macho Deity.”
“Pft. I have an image to maintain.”
Three more shadow and sludged-soaked monstrosities were announced by the bell above the door.
“Welcome,” Megan announced to the new arrivals, “Halevoln’th’monlig, Vlamkepth’llipta, and Gorge!”
“George. It’s George! I wish you’d stop calling me that.” The other two quickly covered their gaping mouths to hide their chuckles at the smaller monster’s outburst. Megan just smiled brightly at them. “Seriously, I’m like a year younger and she treats me like a small child.”

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"Have a great night Derrick. Drive safe."

Derrick waved as he grabbed his apron and went through the door. I looked at the one remaining guy at the bar, a trucker sipping on some coffee. I started on a fresh pot of coffee then walked over to him.

"Its getting pretty late, and you probably have somewhere to be. Do you want a to go cup for that?" He looked up at me, and I saw his eyes were red and puffy.

"I- I don't want to. Aren't you open all night?"

The lights dimmed a bit. I looked at him and cursed in my head.

"Yes we are. Just promise you wont freak out."

He looked down at his coffee and chuckled. "Thats why I'm here. I think she wanted me to freak out, to know that I still loved her. Why else would she call me in the middle of it?"

My heart ached for him. I was about to speak when the lights started flickering. I looked around as the shadows stretched across the ground. The shadows darkened until they were pitch black, and creatures started rising. They hurt to directly look at, 4 foot tall voids of nothingness roughly shaped like people. They all ran towards the counter and hopped up onto bar stools.

"The usual please." The creature closest to me, Alcazard said. It then looked at the trucker. "Is this Derrick? I've heard so much about you!"

The trucker looked directly at Alcazard. "No, my name is Johnnie."

The creature looked him up and down. "Are you hurt? Your looking right at me."

"Only hurt on the inside." Johnnie sighed. "I found out today my wife is cheating on me."

"Doesn't wife mean you two made an oath of loyalty to each other?"

"Thats what it used to mean. I don't really know anything anymore though." Johnnies eyes started to tear up. The creature reached out a hand, and I saw a shiver run through Johnnie when Alcazard put it on his back.

"Thats rough buddy. What are you going to do to the oath breaker?"

"I don't know. Beg for forgiveness?"

The creature stood up on the stool. "No. You don't need forgiveness. She is the one who broke you. Look at you, looking at me like I'm normal. Her evil needs to be exposed to the world."

Johnnie let out a small chuckle. "I guess that was pretty evil of her. I should probably get back to driving." He looked over at Alcazard, and winced slightly. "Thank you, this chat has helped me a lot."

Johnnie gave me some money and left. A few of the creatures left after him.

"Where are they going?" I asked Alcazard who was facing the door.

"They are going to find his wife." Alcazard turned back to me. "Anyways, lets get to the important stuff. Did you ask out Derrick yet?"

“I walk out again”

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That actually makes sense, I don't know why I didn't think of that. Good call.

Fair enough. Your world, your rules.

Volkswagen being a specific brand with a specific history, I assumed that history would be more or less the same (having no reason to think otherwise). Perhaps in a much bigger story, world building would show that only the name is the same.

As for the spiders, I thought the chittering amongst themselves evoked language, and the capturing of the cart (not itself edible) to prevent their prey from leaving, implied some measure of higher order intelligence. I suppose there could have been horses the spiders wanted, but there was no mention of them.

All that aside, I still enjoyed it.

"Hey there, how are you doing?"

*Fine, thanks. How are you?* There was a long moment of awkward silence before the cashier looked at me in confusion.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I huffed.

*Rude.*

"Why are you messing with your hands like that?" Oh. She didn't get it.

*And here I thought that people were more polite in person!* I laughed a bit to myself, adopting an old lady voice in my head. *When I was a young girl, people knew how to be polite to their elders.* Actually, was she older than me? Yeah, she was. Just by a year or two. Just two teenagers in a grocery store.

"Service Leader to Register 3, please." Oops.

"Something wrong?" One of the service leaders, basically the managers, was looking between me and the cashier confusedly.

"She's just messing with her hands and not saying anything!" I waved.

*Hi! She can't understand me!* The service leader smiled, nodded at me, and turned to the cashier.

"Her "messing with her hands" is ASL."

"...What?"

"ASL. American Sign Language." The service leader then turned to me and started signing back. It was a little shaky, but she put in more of an effort than just about anyone else did. *Are you doing okay?*

*When I was a young girl, people knew to respect their elders! I will not stand for this blatant disrespect of the elderly!* We both chuckled as the cashier looked on in confusion. *Yeah, I'm fine. I just... don't like talking, and writing stuff takes too long.* Plus it avoids any "voice-based contracts," as I've called them in my head.

*Gotcha.* The service leader reached into her pocket and handed me a coupon for a bit off my order. "Here," she said verbally, "take this for your trouble."

*Thanks a bunch!*

Or the palaeontologist is actually more of a Xenopalaeontologist.

I mean... it's an alternate universe, there wasn't a hasty Industrial Revolution to push the world to a global war, nor was there an armistice signed and unterseeboots getting sunk, nor an economically crippled nation that could get their minds twisted by a silver tongued dictator who sent millions to death.

The spiders are not that smart,

They just have basic ambush tactics

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Did you just marry Shelob?

So this world has the Volkswagen brand, which means it has, or had, Nazis. And it had intelligent spiders the size of cars. Sheesh, what a terrifying place to live!

Edit: also, nicely done.

Dawn, day 22 of spring 3307 UE

Eagan has me out in the woods again, I fucking hate the place, but it's three days of wadding cobwebs to be shipped off to who ever buys this shite for way more money I will ever see. But I don't pay taxes or anything so I guess it's alright.

Noon? Day 23 spring 3307 UE

I don't know why I bother writing a time and date in these woods. The sun doesn't shine here, the spiders and trees made sure of that. Big things they are. Always chittering, always watching. There is a good reason to fast before going out of "sunbeam" and not packing any food

I hate that name but it's true, it's the only part of this damn valley you can see the sun.

???? Day ?? Of spring 3307 UE

I don't know what's worse, seeing my wagon full of my goddamn hard work suspended 10 metres into the air by those 8 legged arseholes or getting lost in this cave. I thought this was stackhouse cavern, where silk gatherers put useful shit for when you are too far out of town. But it looks over grown with cobwebs

I'll sleep here for the night. And go back to town, I hate this but it happens.

1/11/107 TN

Sorry mister skeleton! My book now! this is my little souvenir from the palaeontology site! After all we are studying the spiders that used to live in this valley (not poor buggers like you). Bugs the size of VW bugs and this cave is full of preserved webs and even a couple of mummified victims! Sans book of course!

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I stopped, my flashlight lingering over piles, mountains, of off-white fabric. It was slightly yellowish and looked almost dirty, until the light hit is just right. Then the material took on a glittering opalescent sheen that dazzled and mystified. I had never seen anything quite like it.

"Dare ga--"

I nearly jumped out of my skin, the beam of my flashlight leaping wildly. It seemed, for just a moment, to show a forest of long, thin shadows, some massive shape of hungry death poised at the center. But in the next moment, heart racing and panic seizing my breath, I frantically searched the walls and ceilings to find nothing but stone and cobwebs behind the massives mounds of loosely-rumpled textiles.

"Who's there!?" I squeaked, terrified.

"Only me, a seamstress," came the reply, from behind one of the piles.

A soft voice, gentle, soothing. A woman's voice, slightly smokey, faintly meek, with only a mild accent. I shone my light in the direction I thought it came from, and saw a face peering around a corner, one delicate hand on the wall, unheeding of the cobwebs that stuck to her fingers. My fear slowly ebbed, as I realized it was a person.

"Who... who are you?" I asked, still trembling, trying to get a hold of myself.

"I'm--well, you can call me Jorogumo," she said, turning her face to avoid the glare of the flashlight in the dim cavern. "Who are you?"

I realized I was shining the light right at her eyes, probably blinding her. I shined it towards her legs instead, letting the corona softly illuminate her body and face. She leaned out from behind the corner, no longer assaulted by the glare, and I saw she was dressed in a gown of the same strange, off-white fabric that lay in heaps and piles around the cave. The edges of her gown were frayed, as if cut with dull sheers, too tough to slice smoothly. The fabric itself was remarkably unblemished, a single piece clinging to and accentuating her slender frame, ever so slightly elastic. Where the light hit her dress, it shimmered in colors that flowed across her form with every tiny movement.

"I'm Ricky," I answered, still jittery, but awestruck at the sight of this seamstress in her finery.

"Hello, Ricky," Jorogumo replied, smiling shyly.

She tucked her hair behind her ear bashfully, looking at the ground. She was pretty, in an odd sort of way. Large dark eyes, angular cheeks, a unique pattern of beauty marks across her forehead, like a half dozen bindi arcing in a crown across her brow. A tight, nearly lipless smile, her satiny skin glowing in the light, a hint of rosy pink across her cheeks as she blushed under scrutiny. Something in her eyes, in her smile...

I only realized I was staring when she interrupted me.

"What are you doing here, Ricky?" she asked, voice soft and inviting.

I blushed, ashamed and yet unable to look away.

"I was, um, exploring the property my girlfriend's dad left her. We're thinking, you know, deciding, between moving here and selling it."

A shadow moved, slowly, along the wall. I flicked the light, and something the size of my hand darted into a cleft in the rocks, hidden behind the cobwebs. I shuddered.

Jorogumo didn't seem to notice. She slinked forward a few steps, then leaned against the corner she had been hiding behind. I shone the light back her way, shadows dancing madly around her until they revealed her figure posed against the webs. She was thin, nearly to the point of being scrawny, but had hourglass curves that stretched the fabric of her dress in ways that captured the eye, not to mention the imagination. The liquid sheen of the fabric she wore was almost hypnotic.

"What is that?" I asked, fascinated.

"Spider silk," she said, casually running her fingers down her dress, over curves and clefts which captured my full attention.

"I didn't... know you could... make stuff... from spider silk," I said, struggling to get the words out.

She straightened from the corner she was leaning against, and rested her hand on a mound of the fabric nearest her. She seemed almost pensive, for a moment.

"Normally, you can't. Spiders don't produce it on schedule, and have too much control over the qualities of the silk to produce a consistent texture. You'd have to spend a lifetime mixing and matching and separating the various qualities of silk, to make a single skein of usable thread," she explained.

She didn't seem to notice the shadows which clung to her, or the shapes that scuttled through the darkness. I felt a chill vying for my attention, combating the naked arousal I felt looking at her feminine shape moving under the shimmering material of her gown. I flicked the flashlight around the cave, nearly capturing the things that moved in the darkness with us. Nearly, but not quite.

"And so... you found a way... What, so you breed special spiders down here, or something?" I guessed.

She nodded, pinning me in place with those big, beautiful eyes.

"Yes. A very... special spider. A very... hungry spider," she agreed, creeping closer.

I shivered, suddenly realizing that no one else knew exactly where I was. The flashlight wobbled in my hand, and the shadows of Jorogumo revealed the shape of a lady with needs. Shadows of long, thin legs, the shape of an hourglass figure. She watched me from those shadows with a constellation of big, shining eyes, yearning for what I could offer her.

"To make such fabrics, in such amounts... it would take an awfully... big... spider..." I comprehended, tasting sour metallic fear.

The shadows moved closer. Jorogumo smiled, a dangerous sort of pretty, a hunter in her lair. When I turned to run, the webs I found myself caught in shimmered opalescent in the light of the flashlight. A fabric alien and wonderful, like the piles heaped around the cavern: softer than cotton, tougher than steel.

Struggling, straining, I was helpless. I screamed, thrashed, whimpered. Finally, defeated, I wept as I felt the first deft caresses of the seamstress of the cave.

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How did you even read that. I dont even know how all my sentences changed positions hahaha.

Edit. Seems like only the first sentence is gone and replaced by another.

that was amazing!