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[team_sociopath]

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voice;

[repeatshimself]

.....what.

1/2 | (unintentional) text

[team_sociopath]

It seems like another eternity spent at the edge of that gash in the ground beneath him before a sound catches his attention. A soft buzzing-- and there, in the distance, a faint light. The distance? That's a deceptive word, underground. It seems far, far away, but grows disproportionately as he moves towards it. Maybe he's covering more ground than he should with each step. Each one is painfully deliberate, tracing the smooth, faintly curved edge of the pit, testing the ground before he puts his weight on it.

The light proves to be the screen of his phone, which should still be on the nightstand back in his room. Back aboveground, in what passes for the real world. The true miracle is that somehow he's still connected to the Network.

2/2 | voice;

[team_sociopath]

I have no clue what's going on here, bro.

voice;

[repeatshimself]

What's with the pretentious text, bro?

voice; 1/2

[team_sociopath]

The what?

voice;

[team_sociopath]

What the hell, I didn't write any of that. Is someone watching me?

voice;

[repeatshimself]

Did someone hack your device?

voice;

[team_sociopath]

I dunno. But that's kinda where I am. In the dark I mean.

voice; 1/2

[repeatshimself]

Okay, I'm going to do a tracking spell, hang on.

[There is a moment of static-y static]

voice;

[repeatshimself]

Tommy?

I think I might have found you. Sort of.

voice;

[team_sociopath]

What do you mean sort of?

voice;

[repeatshimself]

It's kind of foggy.

voice;

[team_sociopath]

I don't think it's foggy here. It's like, pitch black.

voice;

[repeatshimself]

It's foggy in my head.

voice;

[team_sociopath]

Well can you get me outta here?

voice;

[repeatshimself]

Hang on, hang on...

Bluelightbluelightbluelight....

[He wants you to get a blue guidelight to him, Tommy.]