You're a whore
Hm?
"What are you doing?" Strawberry Cake mumbled to me, as I skated in circles in the room that connected all the doors, my chewing gum bubble popping as I stopped.
"Nothing much.." I blandly said, wondering why he chose to find and talk to me, what he could want.
"I, I don't feel very good" The small figure told me, making me pause. Of course, he must've come to me for comfort, although I know he won't admit it.
Last night he asked if he could sleep in my room, for no apparent reason but, I let him. He's just another one of those people that act like they're all high and mighty, but are probably scared.
And why he came over to me right now right here?
Right, the motive. It had been a few hours since we've received them and whatever.. I didn't like it at all.
The idea of all those people being killed.. everyone here having to lose their close ones, everyone going through the same thing as me, I didn't want anyone to fee that.
I didn't like it, at all
"L-lipstick- I'm.. serious" he stammered out, making me look down at him. "Don't get upset.. Sc.." "
He looked away, scuffing the floor with his foot "I'm not..." but thats just what he liked to do, hide his feelings. I'm not stupid Sc.
"Why are you here?" I ask? Moving around a little on my skates. He looked away.
"P-perhaps, .. you would like to .. h-hang out, with me.." he mumbled.
"Sorry, I can't hear you. Please speak up" I told him. But I heard what he said.
I don't know if I want someone to kill or not, I don't want anyone else to die, not the ones for the motives and not the ones in this "game". However, either way that can't happen, so what do I want?
I don't .. want Dollhouse to die.
He looked demeaned with himself, fidgeting. I leaned down on my knees to get to his height, I'm pretty sure he's the shortest here.
"What did you say?" I asked.
He looked at me. I knew he didn't like being treated like this, I could tell he was embarrassed. He was like this last night, too
"I, I want to spend .. spend.. time with someone.. i-i don't.. think I want to be alone right now... please.." He said, me raising an eyebrow..
That.. was fair enough. I understand why, there could even be multiple reasons.
"Of course you can." I told him, making him look up. I stood up "Come on, lets go to my room." I picked up his small figure, the soft sponge of the cake against my hands.
I felt him lean back into me a bit as I took him to my room, skating there as usual. He seemed more at ease.
"How do you feel?" I asked as I skated, him flinching a little "H-hm?"
"About this situation, about all this." A personal question it was, but I was curious on other peoples views, even it was a too little close for comfort.
He didn't respond, not surprising. I've never been hesitant with my words, I know what I want to say
I wasn't going to ask again, stopping once i got to my room. I placed him down, using the handbook to open it "You first,"
He walked inside silently, me doing the same as I closed it.
".. Scared"
"Hm?" I turned to him, locking the door. He nervously scuffed the floor with his foot ".. I'm scared. .."
"Of specifically what?" I ask. It was fairly obvious, however I wanted to know what he felt about it
".. I'm scared of what .. anyone here may be willing to do, to save their friends lives.."
I hesitated, looking down at him. I was expecting more a response like 'of what might happen to my close one' or 'this place'
But, to completely say that?
"Say, do you not like the person that was chose for you?" I ask. He shook his head
"No.. n-no. Gameboy is really great.. we get along really well, he understands me and I understand him, even with his anger management issues.." He tells me "B-but,.. "
"But?"
"We don't know if they're really at risk, nor do we know how.. how violent some people here may be willing to get"
I raised an eyebrow ".. I-.. I see.."
He .. does have a point, but the way he views this is odd to me. He's not putting himself first, .. but, is he?
I.. can't tell.
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