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âI know about his past. I knew him before, before he decided to play the part of a reformed man. I know the truth, the full extent of the horrors heâs committed, what heâs capable of.â
He couldnât help but notice that Patches seemed a bit distracted, like he was anxious about something other than this conversation. He reached forward, a clearly larger-than-usual finger tilting the medicâs chin up. ââNot againâ?â he questioned, âWhatâs troubling you, little one?â
Before he could even try to defend the Hostâs honour Dark reached for him. Once the finger touched his chin he shivered greatly- he was bigger! or…was Patches smaller? The little man gulped very hard as he tried to turn away from him. Speaking up again as he wanted to know for sure what was happening to him but the only other person that could give clarification was this creepy entity.
âA-am I shrinking?â He manged to mumble out- clearly he was distracted by that word as saying it formed a put in his stomach.Â
Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.
He reached for the table heâd been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. âTh-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-â He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.
He nodded as he stepped up onto the window sill and crawled under the window. He made a mental note of Patchesâ views on the subject. And to think the medic didnât think there was anything admirable about him.
Host started to quietly mumble to himself once he was inside, examining his surroundings.
The room Host had walked into was basically a storage room with boxes spreaded every where, some locks and chains on the floor, some cobwebs and there could be some low budget hats sitting around. It was a dark room that was only lit by the door being cracked open. From that door voices could be heard of merriment or over the top arguments. However there was a very small box placed oddly on the wall that was covering a crack… along with a fish hook buck in the window still and string that made it to the bottom.Â
Patches followed suit and looked over at the fish hook. âalright…now the last thing we need to do is climb down…uh..will you be okay with doing that?â
That was an interesting reaction. He had wondered if his statements might make Patches doubt Host, make him wonder if he didnât know him as well as he thought he did, but apparently he was already very attached to him.
ââNot anymoreâ? How much has he told you about his past?â
Dark wasnât aware of Patchesâ anxiety about shrinking, which if he had been, he certainly wouldâve exploited it.
âA lot… but he wouldnât appreciate it if I told other people about it!â He squeaked- not wanting to violate a close oneâs privacy. Especially to someone as sketchy as this void man. In fact the anxiety started to build up as he couldnât get the thought out of his his that he was shrinking again. It could be a give away that it was making him nervous as he was glancing around nervously and feeling his own arms while mumbling under his breath. ânot again….not again..âÂ
Dark tilted his head to the side, red eyes gazing down at him. âSo you snuck into his library then,â he concluded with some amusement, âIâm surprised he didnât regard you as an intruder. Host has been known to deal with people quite⌠severely.â
Now that just straight up offended him. Talking badly about anyone he considered highly of was one way to grind his gears. Still shaking from fear he retorted- hoping his shrinking stopped. At least in front of this fiend. âH-he would never do that! Not anymore at least. Heâs the most compassionate person I have ever met mind you!â
I apologize if our muses donât click! Itâs not that I donât want to rp with you or donât like you, itâs just that sometimes my muse doesnât click with other muses. If my muse just doesnât work well with yours, itâs nothing you did wrong!Â
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