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They wondered if they had a friend now. (...)
The Other had taken to following after them, (mustkeepwatchingalwaysmust)*, their form easily moving along and keeping pace with the green eyed one’s own.
It was… nice… not being alone… the darker thoughts stayed away when they were together now (easy food when the prey comes to you.)
Looking around carefully, the littler ink creature perked up when they felt the area ahead; it would be perfect for a place to rest. (no ill will, no dark thoughts, just little whispers and echos of what was before here.)
Taking things in carefully and trying the doors, the hoodie wearer smiled when they found one that opened! This would be perfect… (getoutoftheopen)** for a rest stop.
Looking to their fellow ink being (stalker), they opened the door wide in invitation…
And while they only got a smile and a stare in answer, the other followed them in right after, even closing the door after them. Taking in the room, it was small, with only a few chairs and a desk here for… (decoration) something?... going over to one of the chairs, the little ink being climbed into it, nearly falling over once before finally righting themselves with their spinning sleeves.
With that cleared away, they turned once more to the Other, only to blink in surprise.
They were a cutout again (theywerenot-) but this time, their sign read rather differently.
WHO ARE YOU?
Rather differently.
And for all they were just a simple question, with only three little words, did they hit the little ink being like a wall. (Runninging into walls was never a good idea.)
A wall with rusty nails and jagged planks… in there mind…
Who…. Who were they?
(“Hey F-”
“Yo- a dor- F- think of noth- books”
‘He-ds in clo-
“Fr-ky!”
“Such a fan-”
“Don’t be such a fan- creepy…”
You- qui- the fan…”
“Fan-”)
“.... Fan… I… Fan….” Fan managed, a weak smile on their face all the while, even as they fully blacked out.
(They were something!... or was that someone?... They forget...)