[ At some point there's someone else beside him, a little older of about fifteen, blond hair cut a little more neatly, grey eyes glazed over as if half-asleep. When did he get there? No one's noticed, amidst all the chaos that's happening. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, as if he's failed to grasp the severity of the situation that they've landed themselves in. ]
You don't belong here... that's right... why are you here? This place shouldn't exist... get behind me. Now.
[ He sighs, and his half-lidded eyes flash gold before he suddenly slumps backwards. If Giovanni's behind him, he might be able to catch him - but it doesn't matter either way, as black-red vines suddenly burst forth from every inch of his arms and chest, golden thorns ripping through clothes to swarm upon the monster that has come for them. The plants force their way in through mouth and nose, digging into flesh and growing even more thorns once they feel blood, eviscerating the monster from within. Each blow he receives only births a new vine, ready to shred and c̨o̥̠͎n͍̹ͅs̟͕͟um̷͖e͍̳̣͎. ]
why is his mom like this
You don't belong here... that's right... why are you here? This place shouldn't exist... get behind me. Now.
[ He sighs, and his half-lidded eyes flash gold before he suddenly slumps backwards. If Giovanni's behind him, he might be able to catch him - but it doesn't matter either way, as black-red vines suddenly burst forth from every inch of his arms and chest, golden thorns ripping through clothes to swarm upon the monster that has come for them. The plants force their way in through mouth and nose, digging into flesh and growing even more thorns once they feel blood, eviscerating the monster from within. Each blow he receives only births a new vine, ready to shred and c̨o̥̠͎n͍̹ͅs̟͕͟um̷͖e͍̳̣͎. ]