Welcome! Make yourself comfortable.
Enjoy the music? It's nice, right? Yes, yes, I pulled it from the auditorium.
Sit here! On the couch. It's a vintage brown, which I got from the furniture store... and so delicious.
But... I would advise you not to touch the cat. Don't disturb him. His name is Mr. Snuffy and he gets angry when his food tries to touch him.
Okay, here's the thing: he doesn't eat humans all the time, but he does have eight mouths (just one more mouth to go, woo!) and what else is there to eat?
Cat food? Of course I feed him cat food.
—Have I seen a gong?
How do you know about that... I don't think he told you yet... no.
Oh, this photograph? Yes, I do occasionally dabble in photography, doesn't everyone? That's a picture of your friend. Recently I've been taking tabs. I have photos of this and that. I even took a picture of your friend's blue hair! Want me to send you the .jpg?
No? You sure? That's too bad. It probably would have brought up some bad memories... haha-
Oh.
I see.
That's why you're here.
Are you sure you want to open that can of worms?
Humans... are always the same.
Well, hold your breath then. It is the only warning I can give you.
Because...
No, nevermind. Just take this: •
A pebble.
If you ever get lost, follow it back. Follow the pebble as it drops...
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Laughter... and then silence.
The sound of voices begins to coalesce, mingling together like water in a deep, forgotten well.
Choice. Told you. Is this...
Right, wrong? Of course. I suppose. But first...
"We have a L-I-ttle eavesdropper here," a distorted voice mutters, cracks in the audio...
Nothing. Not a feature on their faces. They look so human, their voices too. But for some reason...
"It's fine," the second assured, "Let them stay."
"You were supposed to procure a safe place," the silhouette stated, an echo weaving through its voice.
Pictures flash. Faces. Recognize them? Remember them? They're not quite-
"This place is safe," a third voice interjected, laughing, "we already know who it is."
-right.
"Well, it's to be expected," the second figure's blurred face twisted into a smile. "After all, our guest is our accidental friend."
Friend? Their glances persist, but...
"I say, of course you're amazed," the third figure retorted, a chuckle resounding within the abyss.
"This time around we chose them," the first mulled, a dark tide humming through its voice.
"Awfully curious," the third queried, playful, "Wasn't it meant for the main character?"
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