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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Jul 8, 2020 12:29:09 GMT -4
Something felt off about the whole situation as the black skull man felt a strange twinge of uneasy nerve and his instincts kicking in lightly in the back of his mind. Things just seemed odd them staying shut in when he was here and not wondering around the house doing all sorts of strange things. But the oddity of the girls simply being have gone home and staying in their room seemed a bit odd for these far from normal twins. The man let out a series of heavy sights and heavy breaths as he made his way up the steps. A light squeak here and there as weight and nice shoes moved up each carpeted wooden step one at a time making his slow approach a little more noticeable if people were listening closely.
"Girls?... What happened anyway for you to run off like that?" He said curiously wondering what was going on in their as he briefly knocked a couple times before his hand would briefly turn the knob a couple of times quickly feeling the force holding against the door feeling his instincts taking a stronger pull in his mind and imagination from it. He'd shimmy the knob before a few moments before knocking a little harder.
"Hey whats going on in there..." He'd say his tone a little heavier as the knocking would continue for a few moments before and after he had spoken.
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Post by Cordycep on Jul 25, 2020 13:35:38 GMT -4
we promise we'll take good care of him SUZUME NODDED AS THE FORMER FOX put the skirt on, taking her seat in front of the door. Ayame, all the while, kept the whiteboard clasped in her knobby, green hands. Fox-boy was struggling. Fox-boy seemed fearful of getting discovered. And, honestly? He wasn’t the only one. Zugai would have their heads if he found the fox-boy… he’d probably think that the twins wanted to eat him… never mind the more carnal implications that fox-boy was entertaining.
Much to the astonishment of the green-skinned girls, fox-boy grabbed the mushroom (right as it was about to die), and placed it in his ear. The twins brightened, each sitting up a little taller. The cordycep would inch its way down his ear canal, likely making his inner ear itch.
And, apparently, fox-boy didn’t like the sensation. He immediately turned back into a fox, hiding in the pile of clothes.
Fox-boy, calm down, Suzume insisted telepathically, which probably did nothing to help the situation, We will not hurt the fox-boy. We thought that fox-boy was a special fox, not a special human.
We will give you back once Zugai is gone, Ayame insisted, We will be in trouble if we give you back to the outside right now…
Speaking of Zugai… they heard him approaching up the stairs, calling to them from the hall. The two girls sat a little taller, immediately alert. He was still asking questions, none of which the twins could answer without writing, signing, or patching Zugai into the hivemind. But they couldn’t patch Zugai into the hivemind, because fox-boy was in the hivemind, and then they’d really be in trouble.
Zugai wanted to know why the twins had wandered off, knocking twice before trying to force the door open. It nudged Suzume’s back.
Suzume opened her mouth and hissed harshly.
Don't move, Ayame said to Fox-Boy, her tone low.
Suzume stood up slowly, keeping her shoulder against the door. She had to think of a lie, quickly—or at least, give Zugai a reason to leave them alone.
Once she was fully upright, Suzume allowed the door to open just wide enough for her to peer through, staring defiantly up at the skull-headed man.
She hissed again, a growl low in her throat. They wanted. Their privacy. Chalk it up to teenage defiance and boredom?
And if Zugai looked beyond the pair, all he’d see was a few piles of clothes, Ayame sitting cross-legged on the floor with the whiteboard now cleaned. Perhaps they were practicing writing? Having girly talks? The Fox-Boy was concealed totally in some clothing, so… nothing to see here, nope.
Assuming the skull-headed man had nothing to say or do, Suzume would try to close the door again.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Jul 27, 2020 2:20:21 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back Bishop knew full well that he shouldn’t be getting angry so easily with Wes. They’d already been through so much on the road, and then this bullshit with their first and last hope arriving in Japan had happened and it just...it boiled up. It wasn’t even anything specific Wes had done, but the frustration of not being able to actually have a roof over their head mixed with his brother’s natural responses to things...he couldn’t even blame his brother for complaining and being worried. God knows Bishop was too, but the complaining mixed with everything was too much. Before he totally knew it himself, he stormed off, earbud jammed into his ear hard enough to hurt a bit. He just...needed some time, he’ll find his brother later. Can’t be too hard, he doubted that he’d wander off too far. They could talk about things later. They always did. It’s how they’d kept sane on the road up to this point in the first place.
It wasn’t uncommon for Bishop to storm off like this. So, as was also common, it didn’t take too long for him to get over it. Just enough to get through some songs, stomp around a bit, just...calm down. The worst that really could happen was he’d knock over some trash cans or something. Which he did. However, soon it was time to turn back. Figuring that his brother probably hadn’t wandered too far, he went back to where they’d started, a few blocks away from that asshole who had turned them away.
“Wes, dude, I’m sorry. You know how it i-”
He started to speak, but it didn’t take him long to realize that Wes...wasn’t there. Nor was any of his stuff. Alright, yeah, that wasn’t good. Well, he hadn’t walked after Bishop, he would have caught up. Wasn’t exactly running. That narrowed down one direction. Alright, think like Wes...nothing too bold, so probably didn’t go into a store. Stealthy...it was about then that he spotted the trucks. Food. Alright, that was a good possibility. He made a beeline towards it, putting on his best face for the man standing outside of it. ...Not that he turned out to need it. The chicken on the ground and the tone of annoyed Japanese was enough to put two and two together. Well, there’s a possible trail at least. He wouldn’t have run into the street, and it was the only lead he had...so down the alley it was.
Then he saw them. Among the average Japanese men and women, the green-toned girls stood out like a sore thumb even going down the alleys. It definitely helped that a distinct fox-shaped item was in their arms.
“...Wes, you idiot. Alright, let’s fuckin’ go.”
He took off after the two, pouring on the steam. Through some act of luck, there was just enough space between them that the clomping of his boots wasn’t immediately audible, and once he got closer he slowed enough to quiet them. ...How was he going to do this? He couldn’t exactly go up and say “hey, that’s my brother”. Probably wouldn’t go well to say it’s his fox either, pretty sure pet foxes were illegal. Or maybe they weren’t? He didn’t know Japanese law, but what he *did* know was that he needed Wes to not be kidnapped. He lost them a couple times, but the green tones were relatively easy to catch again. Soon, their little chase ended however.
He watched as they dipped into the house, and felt his heart drop. Shit. Alright, yeah, that complicated things. The whole ‘subtle break in’ thing was Wes’ deal, not his. He leaned himself up against the wall casually, just thinking. How the hell was he supposed to pull this off, he couldn’t just..break in. That’s how he gets picked up by the cops, and that doesn’t help either of them. He could try and be subtle, but...yeah, that wasn’t going to work. He wandered around the perimeter at a distance to try and find a way in, but alas. All too soon though, he saw another figure approach and dip into the house. Someone much bigger, much more...adult looking.
...Okay, charisma time.
He made his way to the door, putting on his best face again, then gave the door three firm raps. Strong, but not too hard. Polite but insistent. Have to keep a balance. When he started to hear steps behind the door, he put on his best grin, eyes wide. If it wasn’t for the run-down everything and sharper canines, he’d almost look like an average innocent teenager. But he couldn’t change that he looked like a punk. Quick, come up with a plan to sound at least somewhat convincing.
“Konichiwa, sir!”
...Oh shit, he has a skull for a face. Probably a Quirker, unless that was just...a very convincing mask. Okay, just don’t let it shake you, keep it going. Don't’ accuse, but be firm about what you’re looking for.
“Gomennasai, I don’t speak a lot of Japanese. I hate to bother you at home, but I think I saw your...daughters? Your daughters seem to have brought someone I care about into your lovely home. If they’re your daughters! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to accuse, he is just very important to me."
It was awkward, but...hopefully it came across as endearingly awkward rather than a lie. It wasn't a lie after all! Just...a massaging of truth. He just...was so bad at not being direct, he couldn't help it. WORDS: 919 - TAGS: @username - NOTES: The quick black dog chased after the lazy fox. made by Jasmin of GS
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Jul 29, 2020 6:36:42 GMT -4
| Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me I don't know, they somehow saved me | |
As Wesker’s attempts to breathe quietly devolved back panting anxiously, he heard the voices that he expected but couldn’t truly prepare for. Everything about the situation was foreign. The words were a different language, truly... but somehow the idea of the words were processed in his brain vaguely and at the end of the process there were concrete words left over. It felt like a radio show that had blurred subtitles floating in one's retina that slowly molded into readable text. The fox's ears continued to twitch with discomfort, but he managed to hear their words successfully in his head regardless.. >> Fox-boy, calm down...We will not hurt the fox-boy. We thought that fox-boy was a special fox, not a special human.He sighed a large fox sigh from relief and from his own past stupidity. Stay a fox and some people might just assume you’re a fox and not a human. Duh. He began a few seconds of fox chatter in response before realizing that he only needed to /think/ what he wanted to say properly. This was completely different from communicating with Barghest. Translating his thoughts in this form seemed like it would be easy, but it wasn’t how he’d usually communicate with another animal at all. So much communication between him and black-dog Bishop was based on body language, and that didn't apply here. So it became quickly obvious that the twins were receiving an unfiltered stream of consciousness instead of direct, simple fox speak or the kind of sentences a human tells another human. >> You...I...oh I see. You just wanted a fox to speak to and be around the house with you...what? I...well...I guess I’m glad you haven’t put me in a cage yet. And I'm glad you tried to feed me...that wasn't so bad, honestly. I was so nervous that I’d be misunderstood by everyone around me but it’s...kinda better now that you can communicate with me. I don’t feel as ...trapped like this...as a fox forever... I mean, can we somehow convince what's-his-face that I’m just a normal fox or is he gonna get really mad that I'm here and lied and...are there dogcatchers around here…? Is he gonna call a dogcatcher? That’s...shit I hope he doesn’t see me... Zugai is your...parent...figure…? What happened to get him stomping so loud around the house? I can barely th-Another loud footstep made parts of the house creak and startled him out of his train of thought. He got another message, and this time tried to reel in his thoughts just a bit. >> We will give you back once Zugai is gone...We will be in trouble if we give you back to the outside right now...>> Screw the outside! I only want the outside if I get to find Bishop again... I definitely need to go find him, and he probably has no idea where I went. Not like he’s just gonna stroll up to the door and knock it down looking for me if he’s off doing his own thing. He takes a while to cool off from things like this. And I relate, I've been too anxious to think properly for hours now and that's why I'm in this mess...So I don’t really know what I can do about it at this exact moment. But I guess we could band togeth-...oh god those boots are so damn loud...We’re kinda aiming for the same thing right around now, so I’ll listen to you. We need an alternate place for me to run to just in case he tries looking in the closet...Once he tries to step in here if I run out I’ll be spotted and I won’t be able to control myself or know where else in the house to go. Gimme some sort of Plan B and I- oh shit here he comes again...Wes was told not to move, but the request was preaching to the choir of all of his instincts, assuring that no one had to tell the fox twice. From his viewpoint, between the open closet door and bedroom door cracked open he saw something that left him in disbelief. Through the strands of fabric covering his face, he barely made out features... deep grumpy sunken eye-holes, white...bone...skull of a face. Completely unexpected, and unnerving beyond belief. This was almost worse than an adult-human sized mushroom creature Wes saw in his head before. The fox began to breathe heavier again, trying to keep panting as quietly as possible. It made his tiny active lungs burn more, but would hopefully do enough not to blow his cover. And then the one holding position at the door hissed, growled and caught him off guard. His thoughts became scattered and less human-like. >> Shit shit shit... I didn’t do anything. I didn’t... he just.... you just... I don’t... you can’t... I...I...His stiff legs twitched slightly with nervous energy. Neither of them had made such a sound until now. Having better hearing didn't help any. He forgot for a moment that he was on their side. Being a fox for so long, even with that brief break, was making his mind more hazy and incoherent by the minute. >> Just...just do whatever it takes to keep me secret. If you have to show him to me, don’t let him know I’m different and he might ignore me. I really hope he will... Can we jump out the window….wait no we’re on the second floor...Is there...I don't know...I really don't know...if he comes in do I run under his legs and find another place he can't reach me? What do I do?...what do I do? I could...but all I can really do is run, I can run pretty well there’s no need to do much else I should...calm...down...With his eyes closed and pulse kept somewhat in control, he awaited a response and focused on breathing regulation. He’d done this once before, and almost lost himself. >> You’re a proud street survivor. Bishop’s big brother. You’re more than just a fox. That's what he said to you that night. It'll be fine. You can do this.▲ WORD COUNT: 1,026 ● NOTES: Anxious Wes = wordy posts, basically confirmed at this point...
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Aug 18, 2020 4:39:31 GMT -4
It was all a bit annoying as he found only a struggle and hisses coming from the other side of the door. The girls since coming into his care had been a challenge of the kind he had no experience. He was good at what he did but parenthood was one of those challenges one could never truly repair for. He attempted to rattle the knob a bit more as he found himself growing agitated. The sound of a light squeak from the strained leather of his gloves as his fists tightened into strong balled up fists. " We're gonna have to have a talk about how this is gonna work, You can't act like this and just run of like earlier... This isn't going to be accepted in my house." He'd say as he began attempting to force the door lightly but was quickly distracted when the door was met with a rap rap rap, a rap at his homely door. He would release the door knob and let out what might have been heard as a defeated sigh. These girls were going to be the end of his fine tuned sanity. He would take a moment to straighten his suit jacket and his tie before turning away from the door with a light snort and stomp as he turned on the squeak of his fine shoes. Perhaps a mild way of saying were not done here for those listening on the other side of the door. When he got to the door the black skulled man would give a long stare and emotionless gaze at the boy before him. It wasn't normal for him to receive such visitors given his trade and his value on privacy. Although the boy quickly explained his situation which was like a falling puzzle piece suddenly making things make so much more sense. He found himself rubbing if not pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand for a brief moment there after.
"I suppose it would seem so... Would you like to come in?" He'd ask stepping a side opening the door and looking back up the stairwell. "I believe you may be right, They are a special case to say the least so I can hopefully deal with this quite easily now." He'd say not really all that worried about letting someone into his home. Given what he did for a living if this was some sort of bamboozlement he knew more then a few ways to deal with them.
He'd make his way back up the steps regardless of the fellows decision to enter or not closing the door briefly as well whether he agreed or not and tapped on the girls door again. "Who else is in there with you? Did you bring someone here with you?"
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Post by Cordycep on Oct 3, 2020 22:48:51 GMT -4
we promise we'll take good care of him WE DON'T SPEAK NOT-REALLY-FOX, Ayame advised the nervously chattering shapeshifter, Think to us and we will know these words.
And boy, the not-really-a-fox was full of words, once he figured-out how to say them! So many words! Such was the mind of one who never shared their mind. All prone and ready to be listened to. The sisters’ minds bristled with amusement.
We do not know of “cage”, Ayame insisted, we are from the outside. Zugai finds us in the trees, he takes us. First to Thunder, now to him. We know not a dog… catcher?
She was doing her best to answer the not-really-a-fox’s concerns, but with how he prattled on-and-on, it was difficult to answer him thoroughly.
The fox seemed unreceptive to being let back outside, even if that was where he belonged, and Ayame laid on her stomach, trying to get a closer look at him. She lifted the edge of the clothes, tilting her head curiously.
Have you no instinct to find this Bishop, Ayame inquired. Surely, even though he was not an actual fox, the boy had some sort of better-than-human sense of smell. Reluctantly, Ayame extended a slender hand towards the crown of the fox’s head, and massaged between the ears the way she’d seen some of the city-dwelling humans pet their tiny dogs, or their cats.
Ayame sat bolt upright when Zugai showed-up, and after Suzume breathed her hiss, she earned a reprimand from their skull-headed guardian. His words were angry, as he spoke of how they were to “behave in his house”. He said that like they wanted to be in his house to begin with. Like they weren’t being kept here, by Thunder, against their will.
They’d never really been in a house. Not since they were small. So the idea was totally foreign to them.
Suzume bared her needle-like teeth at the man, a quiet growl growing in the back of her throat. He was, after all, dealing with a feral child.
Before the exchange could go any further, a knock at the door snagged the attention of the teenager and her apparent guardian.
Narrowed, burnt-orange eyes followed the receding form of the skull-headed man, Suzume’s expression screwed-up in a little, annoyed pout. She began to close the door when she was certain that Zugai was leaving, but Ayame spoke sharply.
No, keep watching him!
Suzume did as she was told. Ayame redirected her attention to the fox.
We will hide you beneath the bed. And then, when Zugai is gone, we will take you out the window and return you to where we found you, Ayame insisted, There you can wait for your Bishop.
The boy at the door had dark hair, and spoke a language unfamiliar to the green-skinned youth. Zugai seemed to be listening, however… and when the dark-haired youth finished talking, the skull-headed man would glance up at them.
Trouble, Ayame, Suzume thought crossly. Someone is here.
As the pair began to make their way up the stairs, Suzume shut the door.
They’re coming back!
Bed, bed, Ayame insisted, grabbing the fox just behind his forelegs and hoisting him out of the pile of clothes. Go beneath the bed!
She would set him down on all fours, allowing him to scurry for shelter.
Lean on the door, Ayame insisted. Suzume did as she was instructed.
Fox boy, Ayame advised him. They will come inside. We want to you to look at the not-Zugai. You can run out if he is your Bishop. You must go straight past Zugai and not-Zugai, for the door, or Zugai may try and keep you as he keeps us.
Behold, a glimmer of truth. They were kept, much in the same way that the fox feared being kept. And the twins knew that they were kept for their gift, nothing more… would Zugai and Thunder keep the fox for his gift, too?
After she murmured the instruction, Suzume moved from the door, opening it all the way, and the green-skinned pair regarded Zugai and the stranger with petulant eyes.
Of course, his question was met by silence. He wasn’t in the hivemind, and they wouldn’t invite him to the hivemind, because that’s where fox boy’s existence would be proven undeniably.
Ayame raised her hand, and made a quick gesture. One of very few sign-language signs that she was familiar with—she signed the word “no”. No, they didn’t bring someone with them. No, no one else was there.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Oct 15, 2020 21:15:35 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back Oh thank god.
Bishop’s little ‘ruse’ had worked! Not that it was much of a ruse, he hadn’t actually told any lies, but trying to maintain the ‘innocent American’ thing was hard sometimes. From that pinching on his nosebridge and the surprisingly easy invitation, it seemed the skull-faced man had both accepted it and wasn’t terribly surprised it was happening. Weird, but hey, it worked for Bishop’s purposes. Sure, he would have forced his way into the house if he had to, but this was...an easier way.
You could probably take him anyway, not sure about that. Maybe we can get some food out of this, maybe we can. Could be things to pocket, could be.
“Yes, thank you sir! Have to see if he’s actually in here anyway, right? Can’t tell that from outside.”
At that, he took that open door, slipping in and immediately sizing up the house. Nice place, well furnished. Definitely some money, though it was hard to tell how much. Not a poor house at least. There could be stuff to pocket indeed, but should he do that? Probably not. ...Maybe if there was something small and easy. Keep the charm going, keep it steady, stay calm. You aren’t doing anything wrong.
“Ah, yeah, I get it. From what I saw, definitely, uh, distinctive girls. Glad I can help figure this out for you! Well, for us. If I’m right, it’ll be good to have my bro-ahem, my friend back. He has a bad habit of running off.”
With a disarming laugh, he watched the man go up the stairs. Is it worth the risk? ...Nah, probably not. Too obvious. He followed a moment later, keeping a respectful distance from the man both just in case things went bad and...well, he was still sizing up the house. If there were any small things of value or use sitting around, they might no longer be sitting around by the time this whole ‘transaction’ was through. Once the door opened however, he refocused, stepping forward to peek into the room itself.
Of course, the first thing to be seen was the up-close of the figures he’d only seen at a distance, and they were...well, he wasn’t gonna say it out loud, but he preferred them at a distance. It was a lot to look at between the plant life and colors, not to mention the...earthy smell. Reminded him of the nights sleeping on the ground during the Grand Escape Plan. He tried to look past them, but likely didn’t get too far considering they crowded the doorway. ...He also had no idea which form his brother was in right now. Time to play it safe.
“‘Ey, foxface, you in there?”
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Nov 8, 2020 17:29:37 GMT -4
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>> "We do not know of 'cage'...we are from the outside. Zugai finds us in the trees, he takes us. First to Thunder, now to him. We know not a dog…catcher?"Wes was relieved to hear that they weren't aware of the usual methods to relinquish a wild animal from one's home forever. Hopefully he didn't need to hide there for an entire evening and worry his brother but…at least a few of his numerous concerns were quelled. The fox gave a sigh of relief from under the pile. And as a side-thought, hearing that these girls came "from the trees'' didn't surprise him in the least. One of them approached and partially lifted up the clothing that covered his head, exposing his worried muzzle and pulled back ears. She spoke her thoughts into his mindscape again. >> "Have you no instinct to find this Bishop?"She reached out a curious hand, tentative at first but pulled by puppet strings of curiosity. >> "Well I could probably find his scent if I focused, but I'd have to be outside and really focus on ignoring how nervous everything is makin-"Her fingers lightly raked the fur behind his ears in small circles, parting each follicle aside and itched the skin below delicately. Wes' thoughts and worries instantly melted away like a sand castle in high tide; it sent shivers through his body. >> "I'm not so sure about you just reaching out and…"Wes couldn't help from kicking one of his back paws a couple times. His body moved completely on its own. He slumped over a bit more, in a mental haze of evening fog slipping through the cracks. He'd been using his powers on and off for quite some time and this simple gesture was quickly firing neurons in his head that don't usually fire. Complacency. How could he? He was away from home. Four walls and a roof of strangers. This felt nice. Nothing else was needed. Wasn't someone looking for him? Shouldn't he run from all the strange people? There were quite a lot of people here. Where was a way out? It felt nice. Nothing could keep him from feeling this way for a long time right? A blessing. Unfamiliar. Hesitation. ...Didn't he need to find an exit and run for it? There was nowhere else he could run to. Only farther into the closet corner... The sounds of the thing outside the door echoed through the floor he laid on. The head scratching stopped for a moment and he opened his eyes hesitantly to look around. >> "I'm...Wes......right?"The things attached to his arms didn't feel like paws. But they usually were. That wasn't quite right. Was it? >> "We will hide you beneath the bed. And then, when Zugai is gone, we will take you out the window and return you to where we found you...There you can wait for your Bishop">> "I'll...be better off in the closet. I don't think I can fit under the bed. I'm too big to…wait a second, that doesn't seem right either…"Before he could get his bearings any farther, he was picked up quickly by both paws. >> "Trouble, Ayame...Someone is here...They’re coming back!">> "Is...Is it more skeleton friends?? Is he the leader or a pack or...do they just live nearby? Oh geez...is there more of him?...I should get out of here, right? Shouldn't I be doing that?...Where else do I...oh!"He was placed lightly on the carpeted floor, facing the bed. Wes was already slinking his way under the bed as the two told him to hide there. The smell of dust, dirt and mattress fabric quickly filled his nose. The support beams of the metal bed frame were cold as they slid against his back fur. More bundled up clothing made a smaller gap out of the already small one, but pushing against the floor and the bedframe with his back feet got him through the pile and into a hiding position. >> "Fox boy...They will come inside. We want you to look at the not-Zugai. You can run out if he is your Bishop. You must go straight past Zugai and not-Zugai, for the door, or Zugai may try and keep you as he keeps us.">> "I...I can try but...I might be too scared to move.. I don't really...remember how I lost my brother in the first place. Maybe I ate something I wasn't supposed to. What stops me from doing that again if I'm just a hungry, desperate fox…?"Wes rubbed his face with his paws frantically to wake himself up. >> "No, wait. This has definitely happened before. I know where I gotta go. When I find him it'll fix everything. He'll know what to do. He'll remind me. And we'll get back to the road together. Just gotta stay focused…">> "Ey, foxface, you in there?”Wes felt his ears instantly perk up. He thought he would never hear his brother's voice for days! His worries sublimated. He bolted out from under the bed and jumped up and down at his brother's legs, immensely relieved. Wes made many chattering sounds he assumed would be communicated but forgot that anyone would understand him concretely. But he had forgotten something important. Wes froze for a second, remembering the large skeleton man looming next to his brother. His legs locked in place for a few agonizing seconds, sizing up the terror in front of him before he scrambled loudly back under the bed. ▲ WORD COUNT: 923 ● NOTES: "And you might be asking yourself / this is not my beautiful house"
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