"There is nothing in any universe that's sentient that should be called a thing, Arthur. Don't be fucking rude," Which is said with perhaps a little bit more spice than he intended, but despite his attempt at nonchalance, that hits a nerve. His parents weren't things Arthur.

"I did it to myself." Which is technically true, he hadn't meant to, possession is rather difficult to fight, and he had been in a state of shock already, it had been so easy for Dolly to crawl down his throat. He hadn't even had the air to scream, breath caught from his spot on the Kitchen floor where he'd slipped on the fresh blood covering the linoleum.