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[happy_irthday]

[ How long has it been?

Beyond's not sure, but he's definitely older. Two years, maybe three. And he doesn't look quite as innocent. It could be the bloodstains on his shirt, but then again, that could be his own blood. It's hard to tell. It doesn't matter much anyway, since he's in the middle of a hallway, sitting with legs crossed, playing with a

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[remem_b_er]

*Someone invisible tugs his hair, just gently.*

[happy_irthday]

[ Beyond looks up, doesn't see anyone, and sighs. And it's back to screwing up the floor. ]

[remem_b_er]

*He considers pouting, but tries harder, spidering his fingers up Beyond's back.*

[happy_irthday]

[ It's been a while since Beyond has had a ghost tease him. But the fingers up his back make him jump, and he turns, half-frightened half-ready to stab something. ]

Wh-who--?

[righteous_pen]

[Mikami doesn't recognise which B this is, at first. He just notices the blood, and the knife. At least the knife is only being used on the carpet.]

What are you doing?

[happy_irthday]

[ Beyond glances up, and then makes a bit of a disappointed face. ]

Beyond is cutting the carpet, Mikami. But Mikami isn't real. So Mikami shouldn't worry, no no.

[righteous_pen]

...Beyond?

[At least it's less likely that he used the knife on someone else. But using it on himself is nearly as bad, and what happened to him?]

I'm real, Beyond. Don't - don't do that to the carpet, people need to... walk on it.

[happy_irthday]

Yes, yes. [ Beyond says rather impatiently. ] Beyond is Beyond.

[ But he stops, and sighs, bringing the knife out of the carpet and chewing on it instead. ]

Mikami always says he's real. The doctors said he lies. But Beyond won't mess up the carpet, no. Doctors might be mad.

[always_ashes]

[A stares, just for a moment. Another new B...?

No, she knows those eyes.]

...
Oh my God...Beyond...?
[She's immediately on the floor next to him, concerned.]

Beyond, are you ok? My God, what happened?

[happy_irthday]

[ He gives her a bit of a frown. ]

A is not real. Angela. A, A, A, Angela. [ He heaves a sigh, and runs his fingers along the sharp edge of the knife, though not hard enough to cut himself. ]

Beyond really wishes he would stop seeing things. It only makes the doctors mad, yes.

[always_ashes]

What did they do to you...?

[She frowns and snatches the knife from Beyond.]

Stop that, you'll hurt yourself. And I am real, Beyond...we're friends....those doctors are wrong.

[As if to prove it, she gently moves to hold his hand.]
See...? It's me...

[happy_irthday]

[ Beyond looks irritated when she takes the knife away, but doesn't try to take it back. ]

Won't hurt Beyond. Knives don't hurt.

[ But she's on the right track with the touch. His hallucinations don't touch him, ever. But she's holding his hand. And he stares. ]

Wh-wh... [ He's speechless. ]

[misamisal]

::Oh, look a B marking up the carpet. That's a new one. But then she notices something...he looks a little older, but...::

Beyond? Is that you?

[happy_irthday]

Oh, Miss Misa, too? Beyond hasn't seen Miss Misa in here before. [ He hums a little, running the knife along his sleeves, sticking his tongue out in concentration. It's almost like he's trying to cut through his clothes without breaking the skin. ]

Misa~ Mi, Mi, Mi, Misaaa.

[misamisal]

::Crouching down next to him, she gently lays a comforting hand on his back::

Are you alright, Beyond? You've seen me here many times.

[happy_irthday]

[ He flinches, and then stares at Misa, knife dropping to the ground. ]

... Did-- Misa...
Misa touched Beyond.

[ He sounds shocked. ]