[Transmission begins. The door opens, and it sounds as though Kid is about to begin when he makes a sound of frustration. After two metal clicks, there are exactly eight bullets fired. Shredded plants fall to the ground. Kid clears his throat and the shot-down mistletoe is heard shifting away from the doorway.We have mistletoe at the exact center ( Read more... )

I...

I feel so asymmetrical...

I-it's a horrible feeling.

[The device turns on with a clunk and there is soft, pitiful sobbing in the background. Kid is having a panic attack in the bathroom about what happened over the weekend.]

I-I-I can't believe... asymmetry was... okay?

N-n-no, never okay... do not want to be here!

It's so bad... no symmetry... no nothing... no...Felt so empty and ( Read more... )

[His voice is very monotonous. He is currently sitting outside of the apartment door, just holding the device, fingers absently touching the side. His fingers run over the microphone shortly after it's turned on.]

Nothing is symmetrical.

But it is okay.

[He pauses for a moment.]

I think I was purposely sent here because I fit in so well. These ( Read more... )