[It's just 6 of course, sitting alone in his hiding hole. The light is flickering dimly in the background, it looks like he'll have to find a new battery for it soon, wherever he found the old one
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[He freezes, staring at her for a moment, before picking up the light and moving it a little closer to the drawings on the wall.
One of them... Warped like the rest of his pictures, is a dog. Or, what might have used to have been a dog. Curled up, colored in fully with ink, two white spots for its eyes. The spattered ink seems to resemble ash around the horribly thin, blacked thing, frantically scribbled flames leaping up around it.
There is another picture next to it. ... An indian arrow? Dios twisted visage is next to it, as well as an old, decrepit looking woman. To her right, two right hands were drawn.]
[She gets very quiet. The first picture looks like twisted imaginings of childhood horror stories. The second is of something beyond her knowledge. Whatever it is...it can't be good.]
I'm sorry you have to see such frightening things, Six.
And Hol will be okay? I do not want the Giant to hit him anymore. He said he is going to make the Giant go away, and then he will go somewhere else and things will be okay.
...Six?
[oh, yes, she has heard stories about dear old uncle dio an his exploits]
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Danny is gone.
It was too hot.
He couldn't talk.
And then he was gone.
[Someone sounds... very, very disturbed]
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The giant did it.
But he was not the Giant yet.
Things... I don't know.
He was not the Giant yet.
I don't know.....
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He was not a nice boy even when he was small.
Six? [mama Lisa is worried] What else do you see?
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I do not like him.
[He freezes, staring at her for a moment, before picking up the light and moving it a little closer to the drawings on the wall.
One of them... Warped like the rest of his pictures, is a dog. Or, what might have used to have been a dog. Curled up, colored in fully with ink, two white spots for its eyes. The spattered ink seems to resemble ash around the horribly thin, blacked thing, frantically scribbled flames leaping up around it.
There is another picture next to it. ... An indian arrow? Dios twisted visage is next to it, as well as an old, decrepit looking woman. To her right, two right hands were drawn.]
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[She gets very quiet. The first picture looks like twisted imaginings of childhood horror stories. The second is of something beyond her knowledge. Whatever it is...it can't be good.]
I'm sorry you have to see such frightening things, Six.
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He talked to me.
He was low to the ground and looked at me. I could see it.
I could see it.
I do not want to see more... I do not want to see anymore please...
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Hol needs someone to stay with him....
[He doesn't sound resolute. In fact, 6 sounds very, very unsure. Should he?]
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[Is this what cajoling a toddler feels like?]
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... I do not want Hol to worry...
[He's looking towards the back of his hiding spot now. Oh, there's tunnels out that way.]
... I can still talk to him?
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[She just might get the hang of this mommy business after all.]
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And Hol will be okay? I do not want the Giant to hit him anymore. He said he is going to make the Giant go away, and then he will go somewhere else and things will be okay.
If you say it will okay....
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I am going now. I will go outside. Will you find me?
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