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Giggling. Quiet. Sh. It's okay. It's fine. It's quiet. You'll be fine. You're okay. S h h
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Red. Red liquid. Red dripping. Red drops. Red gushing. Red stains. Up? Up. A face. A helmet. Eyes. Eyes looking. Eyes staring. A horn. A call. Talking? What? People. Others. Humans? Mortals. Breathe. Air. Cold. Shiver. Breathing. Who? Wait-
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Running. Footsteps. Turn. Sprinting. Hide. Walking? Stop. Standing. Sh. Don't move. Don't breathe. Dont look. It's okay. It's fine. It's just a dream. This is fine. Nothing's wrong. Everything's okay who lied to you. Just hide. Be quiet. Huh? Fading. Gone? Risk it? Look? Look. Oh
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"REPORT" blared before everyone was summoned to the centre. Only few were left. Tension filled the air. Eyes shifted and flickered towards one another. No trust. Trust was dangerous it led to death. Two laid in hiding. Two wolves among sheep. Two chameleons amongst rocks. Two. Two smiling at the devastation that laid before their eyes. Shifting. A move? "I... I think it's you." Pointing at the other, a spell was cast. Others nodded, quiet out of fear one out of giddiness, the other out of guilt. The pebble shook like a leaf, crying out denials and trying to save their self. Time ticked. Clocks span. Hands moved and cast. Too late. Ding Dong Bing Bong. Truth was found. Shame made itself at home - despair was here.
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"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" screeched a voice into the air. Various sounds similar to it rose- several shouts along the lines of "LESBIANS-I HA-OF FUCKI-" and so forth. Frustration so high sentences were cut off by their selves. A girl, of Oceanian descent, bit her lip- nervous about such violent reactions. The other next to her saw and asked "Asilli? Can I touch you?" The girl, now named, nodded. The other girl, only a few months younger, grasped her hand- not daring to pull her into a hug, in case it was too much. "It's okay, they're not mad. Just annoyed and throwing tantrums like little children. It's okay to be afraid of their reactions, you're okay." the younger girl, of Asian-Hispanic descent, soothed Asili. A simple game with new people could make anyone nervous. It was okay. Asilli was safe. No one would hurt her. Not as long as the other - Analia- was there with her. After all- it was just a game. A way of bonding and getting to know the others. It was a nerve-wracking game, but efficient in letting others know what type of person you were. After all, 'Among Us' revealed certain traits go you- right?
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BONUS:
"Hi, my names A-Asilli. I'm, uh, Analias girlfriend..?"
"..ANALIA IM KEEPING HER"
"Please don't, she is not a object to keep and her mother will actually kill you if you try."
"YOU CAN'T STOP ME, N O ONE CA N! HAHAHAHAHHAH-"
"Maybe I can't, but I know who can"
"Oh,, You don't mean-?"
"Analia, of course I mean her."
"...I am very confused right now but this is f in e."
"Y o u w o u l d n ' t."
"Oh, I would."
"Betting pool starts now- who will win?? Analia, don't try to stop me."
"I've given up at this point. Just don't burn your kitchen down, you two."
"Ooo good idea."
"WAIT NO-"
"...Is this normal..?"
"Oh, young Padawan. Asilli, welcome to the group- its hell here."