[The berry garden hasn't been watered today. It's usually one of the first things Brendan does with his day: collect his pail, and spend five seconds watering each and every plant. But this morning, there was something different. That town that had appeared... each day a subconscious allure to it grew stronger. Today he couldn't resist
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But on three days of no sleep, he couldn't resist that siren call of you are welcome here and this is where you belong. He wanders, with no sense of purpose or direction. When he comes across the trail of berries, he dreamily follows them for no reason other than... they're there. Why not?
He doesn't seem to notice or care the glitched houses; the flowers that blossom and die; or how it's like walking on the ground when he steps on the water.
When he comes to Brendan, he stands very still. His static is a low hum; his flickers minimal. He's very calm.]
Hello, Brendan.
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You're glitching.
[What's this feeling -- (tightness? pain? he doesn't know, he doesn't understand, everything's so calm and yet so muddled) -- in his chest, at seeing that familiar distortion in Brendan?]
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he listens to that mumbling.
he loves it.
loves everything. love love love love love it's beautiful and it's his and he wants it to be his new home.
he walks a bit closerto the boy. ]
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he kneels once he's close enough. ]
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[Sorry Brendan, this isn't May. It's Lucas, who followed your trail of berries, even after they rotted, back to you. But this place is... really strange. Namely the glitches, but even the boy, sitting in the middle of that square...
This place wasn't right.]
U-Um... Are you okay?
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Er... Hi. What're you doing out here... ?
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She stumbles upon him. Literally. She sees herself in Mount Pyre and she's stepping around gravestones, accidentally kicking him in the process. ]
... Brendan. Brendan, Brendan, Brendan.
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How's Sceptile?
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