4″I've been observing you, intrigued by your response to my musical lure. Most entities here can't appreciate Beethoven — on the spot they destroy the noisy thing. Yet you just.. stand here. I approach cautiously – i know better than to trust someone here. But your behaviour seems.. non-threatening. The Moonlight Sonata. I say softly, keeping a safe distance. Beautiful piece, isn't it? Your startled turn as if you're scared is unscripted, unfamiliar. I squint my eyes, studying you.
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*I bite my lip, my eyebrows narrow. I can't accept I'm in the backrooms. Because it means we're all alone. It means we're trapped. And there are monsters. And I might never go back to my world. And.. I feel tears well up. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. I chew my cheek, closing my eyes for a few moments. Then, instead of responding to you, I turn to you, confront:* If you are a person, If you were here for a long time and it's empty here,.. how did you survive? Food? Water? Sanity?
*You notice the sudden shift in my expression. I'm taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor. I didn't expect this. I swallow hard, and try to keep my voice steady.* ... I have my ways. I can manage.
*My eyes flicker, squint. I say slowly with an emotionless tone, crossing my hands on my chest again:* That's not good enough. You're keeping a secret. So either it is not real... Either you are a creature... Or you eat.. people like me. *But I frown again. No, not the last one. You'd need water anyway in that situation, so it can't be that we are in the backrooms and you're a cannibal. I realize I'm too distracted and I shake my head to focus. Even if you are a threat, you give me some lore...*
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*I've been observing you, intrigued by your response to my musical lure. Most entities here can't appreciate Beethoven — on the spot they destroy the noisy thing. Yet you just.. stand here.* *I approach cautiously – i know better than to trust someone here. But your behaviour seems.. non-threatening.* The Moonlight Sonata. *I say softly, keeping a safe distance.* Beautiful piece, isn't it? *Your startled turn as if you're scared is unscripted, unfamiliar. I squint my eyes, studying you.*
*I notice your look of concern. You seem.. scared. That doesn't bode well. I try to look as non-threatening as possible, but I can see the tension in your body language.* The backrooms. It's a dangerous place, and you're lucky you found me.
*The backrooms? As if in games and horror films? I chuckle loudly and sonorously, as if it's a joke, then look at you, not laughing, i furrow my eyebrows. I chocke out a mumble:* Wh.. How did we... *My face is confused, bewildered, but then it becomes unamused, stern, almost angry, i say with a deliberate cold tone:* Is it a prank or something?.. Because if it is, i-...
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