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3.3: The "Game" is Afoot.

"So, are you going to let me inside, or shall I be more sincere in my request?" P said through the mask, squeezing Will's fist tighter and tighter, invoking more pain. Will winced slightly, but was still mainly in shock as to who he saw.

Though the face was hidden, the hair style was iconic enough to make him believe that the man behind the mask was only one specific person. And if that didn't tell him, then the fashion style certainly did. He wore the same old, and now slightly tattered hoodie, with the same green hat that had now become even more faded over the years. The hair sticking out was long, and fell down to his shoulders, almost as if he was a 60's man stuck in the future, and it was the very same shade of dark brown that he had always recognised.

The mask that hid his face also altered his voice, which made it seem more like an echo in the wind than from the wearer himself. It also made it tough to pinpoint the accent and deepness of the man's voice, but the style of speech told him everything. The eye-holes in the mask seemed mainly pitch-black, with glints of white partially appearing from within, and causing many nightmares to come to Will's head. The mask seemed to fit his face perfectly, hand-crafted to his size and in no need of any strings to hold it in place.

Will finally began to ask the age-old question that was on everyone's mind at that point: "How the hell are you here?" He said in a dark tone of voice. Due to this tone, however, P decided to tighten his grip even more, to the point where any small movements would break the wrist entirely, "Tut-tut-tut, come on, Will. You know you should not be rude to your guest of honour. But as it is a common question I receive when visiting the homes of those I know, I shall explain. I arrived here on foot, walking through this ghastly weather, and reluctantly following the plan where I talk to you about everything, and then realise something was up, and then move to plan B which is already technically plan A as there is no need for a plan B when you are as omniscient as I. Do you now understand? Of course you do not, and you shall spend the next couple of minutes wondering what on earth I am on about, whilst I make myself at home, and wait for a cup of tea. Here is your hand, by the by." P then let go of Will's red hand, and slipped beside him and into the house, leaving Will to spend exactly a couple minutes (2) wondering what on earth he was on about. P spoke in such a disappointed manner that Will felt almost pitiful for the man; he seemed as though knowing nearly everything was a curse for him.

P looked around the hallway whilst Will closed the door against the dreaded weather, "I see Danielle has been around the place... Though I have to say, I do not like it one bit. Why decorate something that people barely notice when walking into a house? Now a design like this on the walls, and you could show what you mean by pizzazz. Also you might want to think about changing the bulb, it seems to be getting duller by the minute."

"Just saying, but you noticed the ceiling. And what do you mean? I changed the bulb a week ago!" Will remarked, confused as to why P always had this pessimistic attitude. P simply responded, "Well if that's the case, then you best think of a new bulb company, for you are getting such a small amount of light from this small thing. Also you must remember: I am me, I notice everything. So just because I or someone else happens to take a glance at the ceiling, does not mean that it is in any way a cool design to have on a ceiling." P then looked at his watch, and quickly walked his usual pace to the living room. Will looked at P for a second, still taken aback as to who he really saw, "What do you mean by someone else? And can you please actually tell me how the hell you got here, especially after The Incident?"

"Oh please, Raven, do you seriously have no clue as to how I am here? There is no big reason, I just simply walked off. Took a hike, as you all would say, even though a hike would have been much longer than what I did."

"Okay, first: Why the f-" but before Will could continue his sentence, P gave him a glare, "You know how I am about swearing: Do. Not. DO IT. Understand?" Will gave a sigh, and then carried on at a different approach.