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f879f5 GIVE ME A CHARACTER TO MAKE D-SIDE.
c5d194 “Your voice reminds me of his honey.” I say nonchalantly. “How so?” they respond with a curious tone. “It is sweet and pleasant to enjoy.” I say without thinking.
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c5d194 I grin. My mind feels fuzzy.
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c5d194 “Close to York, North West in the field lands.” they say. My eyebrows jut up. “Well! I live in North York. We could very well have been going to the same bee keeper for honey.” I say with warmth, remembering the sweet Hanz who would always insist on getting the freshest honey for me. “Do you mean Hanz Albrecht?” they ask brightly. I gasp and laugh loudly. “Why, yes! Albrecht himself! Such a noble man. I remember one time I was walking away with a pot of honey I purchased from him and it fell and broke on the ground. I felt so ashamed, but Hanz chuckled and called me over, giving me another jar at no cost. I will forever thank him for that.” I ramble, reminiscing. “Yes, he is quite a wonderful man.” they say with warmth. “I would trust him with my goods.”
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c5d194 “Where did you live before this?” I ask. The voice makes a hmm noise, and I jitter. This is a real human. I am speaking to another being. I feel so safe. So connected. The dungeon disappears.
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c5d194 The voice’s laughs, a warm and bubbly sound that seems to light up the darkness, cutting through the fear that fills my heart. I am instantly warmed by it. The walls seem to shiver, as if they feel my comfort emanating, pushing them away. My mind scrambles. I must keep talking to them. The voice, its so soothing, I do not want to go back to the horrid loneliness.
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f879f5 Give me a character to make d side.
c5d194 hi ebag
c5d194 I hear pebbles tumbling. And bring my head up. “Is that you? I have been hearing rocks falling for however long I have been here.” I say. “No, it is not me. I don’t know what it is, but I have been hearing it too.” The voice responds. “Then there must be mice or rats.” I say sure. “Yes I suppose so.” the voice responds. “I don't particularly like rats.” “Neither do I.” I say with a chuckle.
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a57957 hm?
c5d194 “I am here.” I say. “I know, I just have been.” they say. “Thank you.” I stay quiet. I breathe. This is nice. I am safe.
842b2e I think I recognize this story.
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c5d194 This hits me with surprise. I realize this person feels as I feel, has experienced as I have.
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c5d194 “Are you ok?” I ask. “I am a bit scraped but otherwise I feel fine.” The voice answers. I slump against the wall. “Did they tell you how long you would be in here?” I ask. “No they did not.” The voice quietly said. There was a pause. “I have been so very alone.”
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c5d194 I sit in silence and blink. “That is fine.” I say fast. “It is fine.” There is silence. A bolt of fear runs through me. Did I scare them? Are they ok?
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c5d194 “So am I. The guards told me no one else was here.” “They told me the same.” “You are a convict.” “A- Yes.” “What are you put on trial for?” “I would rather not say.” the voice answers quietly.
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c5d194 The voice is sweet and song-like. I savor it, the empty void seems to glow with recognition. My body is relaxed. I am at peace again. I feel as if I am outside once more.
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c5d194 “So did I.” I sit up and crawl to my knees, going as far forwards as the chains allow me to do so. “Where are you?” “I do not know. I can feel- I am near a wall, chained.” The voice calls out. There is a waiver in it, as if tentative.
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c5d194 “Hello? Who are you?” I ask. “I-I thought I was alone.” a voice answers.
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c5d194 “Who is there?” my rusty voice asks. I wait, and sure enough, I hear someone calling out. I squint my eyes open and move my hands ever so slightly to my sides.
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c5d194 My breathing turns into ragged rasping. My body quivers. I cannot help myself. I am too weak. I am spinning. Everything burns. I shout out a pitiful scream of terror into the swallowing abyss, and suddenly I snap upwards. My eyes are as open as I can have them be. I heard something. Someone is there. Someone else is there. They yelled. I heard it. Was it the demon? Oh God, I opened my eyes. I snap them shut as hard as I can.
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c5d194 An image of a bloodied, twisted demon with misted eyes flashes across my mind, and I stiffen with a grunt. It is in this very room with me, staring at me. It can see me. If I open my eyes I will see it in the darkness, I will see its clouded eyes, and it will rip me apart. I cannot open my eyes. It is watching. My heartbeat devolves into crazed thundering.
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