I know Jared Hopworth is supposed to be a terrifying monster with too many limbs and a body that defies any recognisable form one could relate to humanity, but I can never picture him like that. I’ve never been able to picture this many-limbed monstrosity, but instead something much more subtle.
A man who at a glance could be normal. From a distance. You know how sometimes if you see a large animal your brain tries to make it into a person? Like that. The shape is that of a person, but wait… It’s too big, the proportions are… Off.
There’s nothing more terrifying than the slow realisation that something unprovable is very, very wrong.
Tma characters as hyperspecific non-categorised experiences. Part 2
Gertrude: The scratchy cough you get in the back of your throat after opening a book older than you are and breathing in the dust
Agnes: That moment after putting your hand on something hot when you realise you’re about to get burnt but it hasn’t started hurting yet
Peter Lukas: Getting your head dunked underwater and feeling the pressure in your sinus mixed with the bliss of the silence
Gerry: Licking coaldust off your lips after you’ve assembled a fire.
Micheal distortion: The shape of a bright neon sign burnt into your vision that becomes ever so clear when your eyes are closed
Micheal crew: The nagging insistence of brushing up against a low voltage wire but being unable to tell where it is to avoid it.
Maxwell rayner: Being handed a pamphlet for a religion that isn’t yours as a child that’s been convinced yours is all that’s right.