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Voices | Part 2 | Sleepy Bois Inc.

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛! 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎! (𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙿𝙼 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜.)

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍! ↓↓↓

𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜: 'They will generally look like this.'

𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘'𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜: 'They will look like this!"

𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐: "They will look like this!"
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𝙏𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

Sitting in the office was much more threatening than before. None of his friends had looked at him this way before. They looked...mean. It was unnatural, considering they were very nice to him on a daily basis.

'Why am I even here in the first place? It isn't time to go home yet.'

A little more than five minutes later, Dream walked in. Techno immediately stood up to check on him, only to be blocked by the teacher that led him to the office.

"Excuse me young man, you cannot come near him as of right now. You need to step back."

Techno was very confused. He just wanted to check on his friend! Is it that harmful to do that these days?

'You should hurt her.

What's wrong with you?! Don't hurt her!

Why not? She looks like a threat!

We need to figure out what's going on first!

I agree!

I don't!

You guys are annoying. I say we hurt her.'

Techno ignored... whatever was going on in his head and tried to pay attention to what was going on.

"But-!"

He was cut off by countless adults walking into the room. One of which, was Philza.

'Philza!

It's Phil!

Go to Phil!'

For the first time since he's heard the voices, he followed their directions. With free will of course. He wouldn't blindly listen to them!

Running towards Phil, Techno became extremely happy. Although he noticed that something was wrong. He seemed almost...sad? Running into his arms, he asked a question that seemed to break the terrible silence.