[ It's just like a horror movie. A horror game. Either way, she's played enough, watched enough of those to know what she's about to get through. She's no idiot protagonist in a horror story who's gonna get herself killed because she didn't pass a chain letter 7 times, okay.
— But, god, it's somehow still terrifying when she's actually the one experiencing it ( all the more reason to stop engaging with the rest of the world, maybe ). Or maybe it's more terrifying to watch her beloved piece of technology try to break itself in half. She's not sure, but she doesn't like any of it, but she can't stop watching. Listening. The wind picks up in the room as something vaguely ufo-shaped begins to materialize above her, but she knows that won't do much in the long run ( she can't be a master support if there's no one that will fight in front of her ).
It does even less at the shrieking of an all-too familiar voice. ] N-no—
[ Except it's wrong and off and something that belongs in a palace and not here, she's supposed to be done with this, over this, a stronger person who stops letting her own demons control her. She grits her teeth, but it's hard to straighten her shoulders when the phone doesn't stop.
So, she clenches her eyes shut, curls further in on herself, and yells. ] You're— you're not real! I know you're not real, so cut it out!
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— But, god, it's somehow still terrifying when she's actually the one experiencing it ( all the more reason to stop engaging with the rest of the world, maybe ). Or maybe it's more terrifying to watch her beloved piece of technology try to break itself in half. She's not sure, but she doesn't like any of it, but she can't stop watching. Listening. The wind picks up in the room as something vaguely ufo-shaped begins to materialize above her, but she knows that won't do much in the long run ( she can't be a master support if there's no one that will fight in front of her ).
It does even less at the shrieking of an all-too familiar voice. ] N-no—
[ Except it's wrong and off and something that belongs in a palace and not here, she's supposed to be done with this, over this, a stronger person who stops letting her own demons control her. She grits her teeth, but it's hard to straighten her shoulders when the phone doesn't stop.
So, she clenches her eyes shut, curls further in on herself, and yells. ] You're— you're not real! I know you're not real, so cut it out!