[ There's a brief silence before a child's voice comes through the communicator. ]

Whoa! This... this doesn't look like home. Is this a story...? But I didn't write anything like...

[ Footsteps echo. ]

Mum? Dad? Charon...? Raetsel....?

What the... Why's there something heavy in my...

[ A loud tapping follows, and a bit of static - he seems to ( Read more... )

H-Hey... this doesn't look like...

...Raetsel? Where did you go? Mama...? Papa?

Did I... Did I write something bad? But it was only about the flower garden! Why did they all go away?

...Where am I? I wanna go home...

[ ooc: Have a six year old Fakir, before his parents' deaths. He'll be considerably warmer, happier, and um... probably be spilling his ( Read more... )