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(hMmMmM)
More silence. Until:
"Can I talk now?" The voice was muffled, as if there was something, somewhat small, stuffed in the speaker's mouth and then was directed towards the side with a ventilator.
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Dion breathed hard, listening carefully for any hint of where the other may be.
"Yes," he finally answered, hoping that his voice would not really give away his hiding location.
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A moment of silence.
"He spoke! And he said I could too! Hear?" Upon further investigation, the voice was much more immature than it initially sounded.
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He went o.o and retreated further under the bed. Could it possibly be a child?
The way the words had been spoken did suggest the prescence of one or more people nearby, though. That thought concerned him.
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Whoever the speaker was speaking to, no response. At least, not audible to Dion.
"Hmph!" came the response. Footsteps started towards the bed.
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He crawled to the side opposite to where the footsteps were coming from. Probably the best he could do in his current position, anyways. The light from the screen was down to minimum brightness now too.
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Clomp. Clomp. The sound was more solid than most other things, kind of like the sharpness of a knife in contrast to muddling darkness.
Silence, then the bed started creaking up, its mattress, frame, weight, and all.
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Dion started panicking again, though not as wildly as before. He briefly wondered if the person trying to get him for some reason could see in the dark. He rolled out of under the bed.
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"He came out!" The voice didn't sound exactly enthusiastic in the conventional sense, but a young man with a full snake mask could be seen. "Bonjour!"
By the way, he massacred the pronunciation.
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((R.I.P. the pronunciation, he's a full-on murderer >:-( ))
Dion looked in his direction, and then turned to look for another exit. There was something wrong about a masked person speaking to him. People don't generally hide their faces like that, and much less with a mask of that design.
But the guy had said he wanted to speak, right? Maybe Dion ought to let him talk... as long as it was safe. So he stood up and kind of waited uncertainly.
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"Can't he talk? I thought he could talk!" Masked person (whose identity should be pretty obvious at this point) points accusingly at Dion with a gloved hand. A glint of something arises in the limited light, and that leads to yet another glint in his other hand.
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"Why would I t-talk to you?" Dion began to edge away yet again.
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"'Cause if you don't, you'll probably get hurt! It doesn't feel good being hurt..." He noticed Dion's arm. "Hey, his arm can glow!"
It's yet to be seen just whom he is talking to.
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"Alright, w-what do you want to hear?" Dion covered up his screen with his other hand and turned it off. He didn't want to get hurt.
And he was still wondering if there was someone else in the room, or if the masked person was just talking to himself.
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"Why does your arm glow?!"
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"It's, uh," he hesitated slightly. "It's a screen on my arm."
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"Oh cool! Can it be cut off?! Is it bulletproof?!"
(This dude's, like, totally undermining my attempts to actually conduct plot. Lol.)
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((Oof. Make him go away, or something :-P))
Dion shook his head no repeatedly. "I'd rather not know that!" He exclaimed.
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(No, it's too fun RPing him)
"But I wanna!"
Again, where the heck is Rai when you need him?
Well, the narrator knows, but they aren't answering the question. For obvious reasons.
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"N-no! That would hurt me!"
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"And whaaa? You don't like that?"
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"NO!"
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"Aha! Aha! That's so weird! Of you!"
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Dion, once more, got creeped out. "Can you leave now?"
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"NOPE! Nope," he said, seeming to finally remember why he was here in the first place but still not acting on it.
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He didn't seem particularly thrilled to have the intruder in the room, but he stayed silent.
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He whined, "He's not talking again!"
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"What do you want me to say!?" He exclaimed, exasperation evident even through his fear.
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"Hmmm. Like, what'd you say before you die?" He paused, thinking that he was being very polite by maintaining small talk.
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He shook his head. "I don't want to die!"