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“Sooooo,” Noli’s hand clasped around the fancy china tea cup, “come here often?”
They looked up at the flickering red and black sky, an overlay of static reaching their ears. An unintelligible kaleidoscope of voices rendered within Noli’s head.
”I WOULD SAY I DO.”
“Hehe, good to know! Cheers!” A gentle clink of tea cups, one held by a thin, boney hand and the other seemingly held up by nothing at all. Noli could hear Spectre’s presence all around them, loud and spiritual. They found it quite charming.
”CHEERS.”
The two were currently sitting within the recreation of Noli’s glorious temple, of course on a far smaller scale to fit into the little stage that was to be performed on. As silly survivors ran about, desperate to live as if it would change anything. Everyone would die. Everyone would come back whether they won or not. Truly, Noli was to win every time even if they didn’t kill everyone. As long as they got to perform, that was what they were content with. People forced to beckon at their feet, to watch and see the potential that hid within them. They relished in that attention.
“The tea is magnificent, Spectre dear! Truly spoiling me, aren’t you?” they teased, a gentle purple blush lighting up their mask.
A loud thunder came from the sky, and Noli could recognise the sound easily. They’d gotten the poor thing flustered.
”ANYTHING FOR THE STAR OF MY SHOW.”
“Oh ho ho! How sweet of you, dear!” they raised a hand to their mouth dramatically, “If only you decided to use that silly humanoid form of yours someday soon. I know it can be quite limiting and different from the sky but I think it would be sweet to perform side by side with you.”
”I AM CONTENT TO WATCH.”
“Well, maybe not perform on stage. But do you not long for my touch in times like these? I would not mind to dance or hold your hands in peace.”
”IT WILL BE CONSIDERED.”
“Happy to hear it.”
A gorgeous, pastel purple table and delicate cloth rested food and drinks for what could be considered a date between the two entities. Noli sat comfortably upon a soft sitting chair.
“Any plans? Got any special secrets hiding from me?” they asked with the tone of a 14 year old girl asking out her crush, “any unique torture methods I shall be made aware of?”
”I WOULD LIKE TO BRING SOME NEW FRIENDS PERHAPS IN THE COMING TIMES. I MET A FEW OTHER VERSIONS OF YOU.”
“Oh? Were they as dashing or charming as I?”
”THEY COULD NEVER.”
Noli giggled in response.
“Well, would you like to explain more?”
”INDUBITABLY” it started, and started to carry on with talking.
Noli snacked on food, while holding their head in their hands, gazing up into the sky as the Spectre blabbered on about something. Noli found it adorable.
If anyone noticed that the scheduling for the rounds were off by a few minutes (and by a few, more like 45), then perhaps it was just paranoia to the survivors. The Spectre was just messing with their clocks to make them lose even more of their sanity in damnation. Totally nothing else.