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whatever. their name is naph and there is a beetle colony in their basement.
imagine you had an infection similar to jane prentiss' hive.. a pervasive itch that could never quite be scratched. what if you were being eaten alive and rotting from the inside out. what if you had a partner who loved you through your transformation, who cherished the meat sloughing off your bones; a person who is ultimately devoured by your infestation along with you, when all that's left is the colony. what then.