[047]
[after days of inadvertently slipping off to sleep and experiencing the same nightmare, then seeing others on the network banish theirs, Oliver knows he can't just keep running out of the room when he turns up in his. he has to make this stop somehow]
[although he's not aware of it, his sphere seems to have realized that this time is going to be different as well and has chosen to broadcast it. as always, Oliver wakes up to find himself on the sofa in his lounge at home, his parents and Chloe in the room with him]
Oh, Ollie, you're awake!
[he stands quickly, not looking at his family this time but instead looking down at his own hands] Come out already! I'm ready for you this time.
[his body goes rigid, and as always bitter laughter momentarily comes from his own mouth before the Puppeteer seems to step out of him. instead of going straight for his family, it turns to face him] Really? Should we get started then?
[Oliver backs a few steps away, fumbling with his backpack]
[the Puppeteer laughs] What is it this time? A screwdriver? A baseball bat? Do you think you can stop me like that? You can't even defend yourself!
[he ignores him, drawing out a torch and flicking it on, shining it in his eyes]
[the Puppeteer is stunned for several seconds, but it lifts up a hand to shield its eyes and starts laughing again, finding that Oliver has moved between it and his family] You realize this just means I'll have to kill you first this time.
[he stands his ground, torch in hand, but his voice shakes slightly] No. I won't let you keep killing people!
[although he's not aware of it, his sphere seems to have realized that this time is going to be different as well and has chosen to broadcast it. as always, Oliver wakes up to find himself on the sofa in his lounge at home, his parents and Chloe in the room with him]
Oh, Ollie, you're awake!
[he stands quickly, not looking at his family this time but instead looking down at his own hands] Come out already! I'm ready for you this time.
[his body goes rigid, and as always bitter laughter momentarily comes from his own mouth before the Puppeteer seems to step out of him. instead of going straight for his family, it turns to face him] Really? Should we get started then?
[Oliver backs a few steps away, fumbling with his backpack]
[the Puppeteer laughs] What is it this time? A screwdriver? A baseball bat? Do you think you can stop me like that? You can't even defend yourself!
[he ignores him, drawing out a torch and flicking it on, shining it in his eyes]
[the Puppeteer is stunned for several seconds, but it lifts up a hand to shield its eyes and starts laughing again, finding that Oliver has moved between it and his family] You realize this just means I'll have to kill you first this time.
[he stands his ground, torch in hand, but his voice shakes slightly] No. I won't let you keep killing people!