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[A startled gasp can be heard over the phonelines (as it is ever so conveniently off the hook,) like someone waking up from a terrible, terrible dream into a whole new nightmare. Heavy beathing continues, hesitantly and carefully slowing to a normal rate.
After a few moments, a voice speaks up, calm but clenched.]
Back in the book--? No. No. This is different. This is wrong.
This... trick, illusion, whatever it is; I have no doubt that anyone in that band of miscreants would be so kind to humor me with a room that is actually kept tidy. Tidy? N-no, more than that...
beautiful!! Liz! Patti!! Did you do this?! What now, you've actually learned a thing or two after all this time?! I'm so proud, I--!! I-it's almost as I've been here for months!! You even brought Beezlebub, it's just like-! Liz? ... Patti? Anyone? I-- damn it, no. No. This is too good, there wasn't a rescue. How... how stupid of me. Really--
[Kid gets out of bed, angry at himself, picking up the "family" photo sitting on the nightstand and begins to pace the room.]
--who would be tricked by such a dismal effort? It's an illusion. A, a beautiful illusion, but it isn't real. It can't be. Do they really think a reaper can be tempted to madness with such childish tact... ics...
[And with that, Kid looks up into his bedroom's mirror, which is of course paired with one on the other side of the room, to see himself staring back into infinite space, wearing the most
disgusting
vile
asymmetrically patterned
pajamas you can possibly imagine. FOREVER. He immediately drops the picture frame in horror, desperately clawing at the offending articles of clothing.]
...n-no, no No NO NO NO!! I-It's horrible! D-disgusting! STOP IT!! [His voice shakes, barely keeping it together as he frees himself from the nightmare jammies and dives into the closet, looking for something, anything symmetrical to cover himself. In a symmetrical room, nay, a symmetrical world, he is the only thing not mirrored perfectly.]
NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL!! This one only has buttons on one side, this has uneven pockets, no-- t-the pattern's all wrong, it's hopeless, hopeless! A hopeless failure, who doesn't deserve the gift of cotton and nylon blends! Worthless! Horrible, disgusting, wrong -- doomed forever to wither and die here, unfit to be seen! A blight that would only cause blindness, anyway!! It's just so-- I, ugh--!!
S-SOMEBODY HELP MEEE!!!
After a few moments, a voice speaks up, calm but clenched.]
Back in the book--? No. No. This is different. This is wrong.
This... trick, illusion, whatever it is; I have no doubt that anyone in that band of miscreants would be so kind to humor me with a room that is actually kept tidy. Tidy? N-no, more than that...
beautiful!! Liz! Patti!! Did you do this?! What now, you've actually learned a thing or two after all this time?! I'm so proud, I--!! I-it's almost as I've been here for months!! You even brought Beezlebub, it's just like-! Liz? ... Patti? Anyone? I-- damn it, no. No. This is too good, there wasn't a rescue. How... how stupid of me. Really--
[Kid gets out of bed, angry at himself, picking up the "family" photo sitting on the nightstand and begins to pace the room.]
--who would be tricked by such a dismal effort? It's an illusion. A, a beautiful illusion, but it isn't real. It can't be. Do they really think a reaper can be tempted to madness with such childish tact... ics...
[And with that, Kid looks up into his bedroom's mirror, which is of course paired with one on the other side of the room, to see himself staring back into infinite space, wearing the most
disgusting
vile
asymmetrically patterned
pajamas you can possibly imagine. FOREVER. He immediately drops the picture frame in horror, desperately clawing at the offending articles of clothing.]
...n-no, no No NO NO NO!! I-It's horrible! D-disgusting! STOP IT!! [His voice shakes, barely keeping it together as he frees himself from the nightmare jammies and dives into the closet, looking for something, anything symmetrical to cover himself. In a symmetrical room, nay, a symmetrical world, he is the only thing not mirrored perfectly.]
NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL!! This one only has buttons on one side, this has uneven pockets, no-- t-the pattern's all wrong, it's hopeless, hopeless! A hopeless failure, who doesn't deserve the gift of cotton and nylon blends! Worthless! Horrible, disgusting, wrong -- doomed forever to wither and die here, unfit to be seen! A blight that would only cause blindness, anyway!! It's just so-- I, ugh--!!
S-SOMEBODY HELP MEEE!!!