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Dante remembered that circle face. At the end of the sewer he sawed his brother and begged him to save him but then he passed out.
“My little brother, you shouldn’t have accepted to go.” He taunted him, poking Dante’s arm. “Look at you, trapped and danger all around you. Perhaps this will teach you.” His head spinned and the smile turned to a frown.
He looked at Dante again and went out the sewer and looked down on all the city, the fog blocking but to him it wasn’t an inconvenience but a familiar sight. His head spinned 360 degrees back to a calming smile. His face should look human yet the drawing his little brother drew him as non-human. Just how did he pierce through his disguise? Maybe it’s the gene they were talking about..
Now that his little brother is here with that fake detached and cold front slowly crumbling maybe he will finally see his big brother correctly. Well there’s also him as well that linger around his little brother.. What should I do?
What should I do.. they are currently tracking 0182 down and his little brother is definitely going to get caught in the crossfire.. should he make him consume the fog? Not yet, his body isn’t ready yet.
He pondered on top of the tallest building, looking down and the meteorite’s fog slowly losing more fog. Should he ask THEM to rain down one more meteorite? No, then it will be too much of a coincidence.
“What should I do little brother?” He sighed and looked outwardly, sensing him coming to rescue his little brother. He jumped down and phased through the ground and landed in front of Dante again, tapped his head a few times with his feet then he crouched down on one knee and tapped his hand with his finger a few times. Dante doesn’t wake up, fully passed out from fear. “Well, I guess I’ll have to wait and see. Please survive, little brother, I miss your presence around the house.”
His head cracked, the moon snapped and opened evenly in the middle, split and then multiple monstrous faces peered down at Dante. Sending a message to the outside and then his contorted face molded back together and the moon stretched flesh like and conjoined back as one with its similar appearance.
He pondered a bit more, if Dante were to die then what would be his next action? He would definitely feel.. sad? Anger? Confusion? Denial? Hm.. well he lost a fun toy when he left the house and felt more agitated.
Just what would he do? Should he perhaps..
Patient.
Just wait, maybe when he’s in danger and about to lose his life he will appear like a knight in shining armor? What would his face look like? Happy to see him? Confusion? Anger? Annoyed? Discomfort? Relief?
The sound of thumping echoed through the sewer. Ah well, times up. “See you soon, little brother. Be sure to greet me with a smile.” He rubbed Dante’s head and patted him twice then got up and left. Like he wasn’t there. No scent, no sound, nothing.
Pure nothing.