Curiosity Kills the Cat (An IDFB Fanfic)

Chapter 35

Chapter 35
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It's Starting and You Don't See
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It was unusual for Coiny to wake up to nothing but pitch black. Some muffled noise in the background made him uneasy. Voices that—from what he could tell—were clamoring with each other. He couldn't see but he could hear and he was going to make use of the few senses he had.

Though some part of him was tempted to speak, he kept quiet, focused on the voice in the background.

"—be fine. Okay?"

"What do you mean fine!? He clearly isn't!"

There was a scoff, some footsteps pacing the floor as they stopped. "He'll be fine, watch. It's like a hiccup if anything."

A soft fabric lay on him, barely touching his skin as he moved his thumb ever so slightly, the urge to speak growing stronger. Though seeing was an issue, he was obviously fine if he could hear them, despite identifying the voices being more than difficult. Their words were shrouded in agitation, their heavy sigh a clear sign before they spoke again.

"How did this even happen?" The words were soft, almost fragile as their voice quivered.

His sense of thinking finally caught up, confused as the second voice replied.

"Like I said, it was probable. From the start I told him; that even if it was slim, the chance was always there."

He stopped listening to think, trying to recollect his memories. Because he couldn't for the life of him remember anything regarding chance... Though the last thing he recalled was getting into bed, exhausted. But unless he had been getting experimented on, chance shouldn't apply.

"I mean you! You were supposed to be there! Not Tennis Ball, just—just you," the voice exclaimed, words heavy with frustration. The silence that followed was heavy, the air thick with guilt. Even if he was in limbo, he could sense it. "What if he doesn't wake up? Worse, what if he stays in a coma?!"

There was a faint scoff. "Doubt it. Passing out after recovery is normal. It's happened to everyone," the voice nonchalantly spoke as they began walking around again. Their footsteps creaked the floorboards under the soles of their foot, giving Coiny a good guess of how far they were.

"But for eight hours!? Normal is ten minutes, not eight hours."

The words began to take form in his mind, the harsh realization that he'd been out for what was practically one-third of the day. The hitch in the voice reminded him of someone he'd recently talked to, his mind desperately trying to pin down the person who was speaking.

"Give me a break, please. We've been waiting here for far too long, waiting to see if he wakes up," the second voice spoke again, snark in their voice, clearly annoyed. "I say give it until tomorrow. If he doesn't wake up by tomorrow, we can panic."

Another sigh, the sound of them sitting down catching his attention.

"I didn't even know he was out with you guys..." Words laced with guilt, the sound of their voice cracking making him uncomfortable.

There was a snicker, the sound of ruffling papers making him confused. "Please, you act like you aren't hiding stuff from him."

"Please," the voice grew stern. "Don't. Not right now. "

He was fully interested, humming softly as he tried to actually speak. His throat felt heavy as he breathed in, almost achy. He just wanted to know who they were and why he was being observed.