Rigatoni/Ramen

A/N and Short #17

A/N

Well, fancy meeting you here. *lean against wall in cool pose* *Hand slips*

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To much description, add more dialogue.

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Short #17 (aka no title)

Imagine.. I said with a dramatic flare, You sitting in a locked room, with no way to get out. I paced around the chair, stroking the back as I rounded it each time.

Imagine, theres no way to get out of the room, and something is hiding in there with you. I tried to keep the psychotic laughter in.

What are you talking about? And where am I-

One question at a time, please. I looked away irritated. Perhaps, whats hiding is the shadow its self. It is very much alive. I contemplated.

That doesnt explain anything-

Of course not, I turned towards the captive on the chair. To your tiny human brain nothing makes sense besides the obvious. I said insultingly. Think Think! Think of the connections.. My voice crescendoed.

What do shadows have to do with anything?

I smiled a toothless grin in his direction, surprising him by not cutting off his words.

Where do the shadows fall? I leaned in close to his face, hands on the back of the chair.

Behind you.

I smiled again. But not just behind you, everywhere! In the cracks, up the wall, who knows what theyre planning. I stood and began pacing again.

Planning?

Oh, look, youve forgotten the most important question already.

What?

No, not what, who! Who! Who am I? I yelled excitedly, And importantly, why am I even trying to talk to ignorance itself? Then grumbled.

Who are you, then?

I stopped my pace right in front of him, hair half-falling over one eye, and tilted my head in a mischievous grin. Wouldnt? You? Like? To? Know? I broke into more psychotic laughter, this time holding my stomach and hitting the ground. Who knows? Not me. But I know who you are. I sobered up.

Why am I here? He said in a small voice.

Whats in the corner of the room? I whispered in return.

I-I dont know. He stuttered as I got close to him again, a hand on his thigh.

You wont scream will you? I stared at his lips, perfectly shaped- not to thin and not to thick.

Why am I here? He said trying to force an answer from my lips.

Shadows. I turned my head to the side, studying his mouth and jaw as he talks.

What?

Not what who. I kept the whisper in my voice.

Who?

I dont know.

Then whats the point in asking? He sounded exasperated.

The shadow remembers everything its touched, and that includes people. A shadow is very much alive. I began tracing my finger over his shirt, finding the lines of his chest underneath.

But. what. does. that. mean? He questioned, each word stabbing.

I cringed my eyes shut and sighed, Humans are ignorant of the fact that shadows are alive. They have feelings, and they dont like being stepped on or constantly having to follow people around.

So what does that mean for me? What exactly is happening-

I asked you not to scream and you never promised. I looked up into his eyes, Will you promise not to scream?

Fine- whatever.

Promise.

Okay, but only if you tell me exactly whats happening.

Promise first.

He tilted his head back exasperated, Fine, tell me your name to.

I looked to the side contemplating that. Its not like hes going to remember it for long. Jeldakgorkornar, Jeldak for short.

And I promise not to scream.

I smiled, with teeth this time. Every tooth with a point, and overlapping at least one other tooth.

Your shadow wants revenge, and in honesty, Im just her to watch the show.