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It’s entirely an accident
That being said, it was also entirely Helen's fault.
I mean really, who lets a cat into a nightmare hellscape of never-ending corridors. No one with good sense, that's who.
Which is why Helen did exactly that.
They do really enjoy both of those things.
That is being a ‘no one’ and having explicitly very bad sense.
Truly it might have been Helen’s fault but in her defense, she was quite bored. Melanie had decided to blind herself, Jon and Martin had finally ended their three-year will They Won't They (which was quite depressing, the Distortion does tend to enjoy things that are and aren’t at the same time) and had moved up to Scotland. Basira was off chasing Daisy and “was far too busy to roam around your corridors Helen so if you can't help leave me alone.”
So truly it was only a matter of time before she needed to find a method of entertaining herself as tricking drunken clubgoers and random salesmen and women into her corridors was simply put, getting rather repetitive.
So when she placed her pristine yellow door against the shadowed walls of a random pub with only a handful of men drinking their sorrows away, she was truly content to simply hunt for her meal and move on rather swiftly to perhaps find something more entertaining elsewhere.
And then she felt something… odd brush up against her door.
It was fuzzy…
And then it happened again
And again
And
Again
Helen was once again completely blameless (it was entirely her fault) in cracking open the door by the smallest sliver just to allow her to gaze upon the creature.
Helen was right
It was…fuzzy
Delightfully so
It was also quite a vibrant orange, with two massive green eyes on its small frame.
This…creature gazed up at Helen with no ounce of fear but rather an open curiosity. This was odd as despite the curiosity the creature did not seem to care what Helen or rather the Distortion was. The creature seemed relatively happy to simply be curious with none of the searching need of human curiosity.
It was a delightful little contradiction
The Distortion was a very human fear, the Arm? Leg? Ear? Of the spiral. Animals rarely care for madness; they tend to stick to more practical fears like the Hunt or the Flesh. As such Helen truly had no idea what exactly was managing to stare at her with such alarming accuracy it reminded her briefly of a certain Archivist.
Helen wonders briefly if Helen would have known what exactly to call this creature when she is very quickly drawn out of her very logical musings by the most delightful noise.
Mreow
The orange creature was sitting in front of Helen's door, it's not arms elegantly crossed and its small body resting on the grimy floor, tail swishing back and forth with more of that directionless curiosity.
Helen wonders how exactly such a creature would digest…
She slowly grabs the handle that is both there and not and opens the door from the inside.
The Creature stood up with a grace befitting the most deadly of hunters and a pace so quiet it would not make a sound in the ever echoing vast the Creature walked through the door.