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them.

"Alright, I think that's enough."

Author snapped her fingers.

"You guys need a break, don't you?" she sighed. "Oh well. I'm sure none of you will mind. I'll need a certain two anyway.

"Goodnight!"

And goodnight indeed.

Except for that certain two, though.

Instead, they were sent... uh... to a different place. Quite inconveniently, if I do say so myself, because the place they were sent to was pitch black. Had it not been for the familiar pitter-patters of their own footsteps, they wouldn't even know where they were.

It was the place.

Again.

Why am I here again?

That was Alan's first question—the thing that appeared in his mind the minute he started feeling around the walls. They were untextured and felt oddly plastic, despite the wooden sound that came from it when he knocked to test.

Actually, scratch that.

Alan didn't realize this before—please blame the thing that was chasing both him and some other person the last time he was here—but everything here felt plastic.

Or maybe that wasn't the right word.

Maybe incomplete was the correct way to describe it.

Well, either way, he can't see a thing.

"...You there?"

Alan somehow managed to hear Victim nodding. Other than that, t̶he c̶r̶e̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ didn't say a word.

"Do you know where we are?"

Silence.

Victim grunted. "I don't. Do you?"

"Yeah," Alan nodded, "at least, I think so. We're, uh, at the place I was in before. The lights were out n' stuff, kinda like right now." and there was something else with me.

Victim took a minute to respond, but when he did, his voice sounded a bit... uh, in shock? But it was kind of not "in shock" and was more like "not again" in a more traumatized tone. No idea what it's called but the most he said after that was a simple: "Oh.

"...I was here too."

Alan, despite not actually knowing where Victim was, snapped his head to the pitch-black area next to him. "You were? What happened?"

Victim scoffed. "What's it to you?"

"...Uh, right," Alan awkward muttered, "sorry. Well, uh, we'll have to look around and hopefully not lose each other." He tapped his foot on the ground a few times. "Come over to where you think the sound came and reach your hand out. This place may be dark but at least we can hear and touch perfectly fine."

"...Are you seriously suggesting we hold hands?"

"What else do you want me to do? Have you on a chokehold or something?"

"Eugh, that's even worse..."

"That's what I thought," Alan replied, "Now, c'mon, we'll have to start moving. I don't know about you, but I'd rather not get chased."

Victim only gave a tsk.

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They had no idea how long they've been walking.

In the dark, no less.

Alan and Victim took turns in leading them to what might be the exit, with the latter having trust issues ("And you're sure we're going the right way?") against the former, and the former having anxious thoughts ("I.. hope so..."). At this point, the only thing they had in common in this certain situation was their dissipating patience.