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We're sorry, but we were unable to complete your call. Please ha-- "Fuck me!" Tim shouted, quite literally hurling his phone across the room. It bounced off the wall and fell silently onto his bed, leaving a mark above the headboard. He had tried every number in his cell phone. Sophia, obviously, the cafe, the police, the hospital, that one person he had to do a group project with his senior year of college, everyone. The phone never got through the first ring. He had been trying for roughly three hours, his sense of time completely gone by this point. The door was locked too. He had already tried breaking it down. It would not budge. And the portal was also, conveniently, right where the window would usually be. Perfect. Tim stared at the portal, shaking his head, breathing heavily. He knew what it was that he needed to do. He knew what he was supposed to do. He really didn't want to do it. It was the only way, though, he knew it. And so, he did it. He went in. His entire body was a shaking, nervous mess. He stepped through, and he felt the entire world stop. Oh. Ten minutes later, he stepped out. He was emotionally drained. Everything was gone. He couldn't even begin to process what had happened. He grabbed his phone off the bed, checking the bars. Perfect service. He tried the door. It opened without any hassle. Any other time, he would be annoyed at this situation. But right now, he just moved. his eyes glazed over, his body on auto pilot. He pulled out his phone, texting Sophia. Went in portal. Come over tomoro after work He tossed his phone onto the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch, falling asleep instantly.

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

Daniel looked up at her as she spoke, relaxing back against the wall. For a moment, he thought of the fact that the two of them had been alone for almost thirty minutes, and were not interrupted by any orderlies. Probably because they didnt give a fuck about them. He didnt know if that was good or bad, but he didnt really think too much about it. "Well, yeah, of course." He said, nodding his head. "But... they're...fucking, like, supernatural creatures. What the hell can we do about it?" He saw a flash of one of them in his mind. He cringed. "I dont know if there really is anything we can do."

The Color of Sound (Fauxbot & Kiri)

(Sure, I dont see why we can't have him talk about it!) Wallace leaned back in his chair, sighing a little as Mr. Clark started speaking. It wasnt that he necessarily hated his agent--even though he was about 76% sure his agent hated him-- so to speak. It was just, y'know, he was incredibly annoying, and sort of a dick. He needed to calm down and have some tea with honey or something, because he never seemed to stop. But Wallace didn't see him changing any time soon. Wallace looked over to Bethany, who seemed to be paying attention. He thought about what she said, about how people and faces and stuff become music notes. And about how she draws inspiration from everything around her. It reminded him of how he could close his eyes and construct worlds of art, inspired by the word around him. He thought that it was really cool that her process of creation was similar to his. She seemed cool. Did he seem cool? Wallace froze for a moment, his face frozen in a state of 'i need to go over everything I just did with this person to make sure I didn't fuck up'. Did she think he was nice? Did she think he was neat? Interesting? That was something that mattered. Did she think she could work with him? He hoped he didn't come off as an idiot, that would be bad. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous tick he had. A thousand questions were suddenly racing through his head, and he had zero answers. Stop, shut the fuck up, don't be stupid. Listen to your stupid agent. And with that, Wallace snapped back to attention, focusing on Mr. Clark instead.

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

Daniel felt at the scar on the side of his head, sighing loudly. He walked over to the corner of the room, sitting back against it, pulling his knees up to his chest. He leaned forwards as he spoke, resting his chin on his knee. "Well, yeah, obviously. But, we are definitely not the first people to just, like, take a hard hit. People have been hurt way worse before. People have been shot it the face and lived, yknow. Why are we so fuckin' special?"

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Tim shut the door to the stairwell behind him, leaning against it and looking up at the lone, solitary door at the top that lead to his apartment. His brain was tangled up. He felt weird, like something was inside his heart, squeezing down on it. But he also felt really happy. And warm, and sad, and like he was blushing. There was something about this that he really liked. It mostly just scared him, though. He had no idea what was going on, and he didnt know how to figure it out. Was there something wrong with his health? Was he sick? He shook the thoughts out of his body, and instead pushed on, moving up the stairs, cracking his knuckles as he moved. He felt good. He honestly felt happy. That was new. But that was good. He liked it. He hoped it would last a bit longer. He pushed the front door open, stepping into the darkness of his apartment. He flipped on the lights, tossing his coat onto one of the hooks by the door. But something felt off. Tim walked towards the couch, his body stiff, his face contorted into a look of awareness. He looked into the kitchen. Nothing. The bathroom. Nothing. The living room held nothing, as well. He looked towards his bedroom, one of the rooms he rarely found himself in. The door was shut. Bad sign, he thought. He forced himself to move to it. His hand was on the door knob. He twisted, pushed, stepped. He was in the room now, which was, for some reason, darker than his apartment had been. He reached for the light switch, flipped it, and made a noise that was almost a shout as the door slammed shut behind him. Tim stood there, completely still, not even trying the door. He knew that it wouldn't open anyway. He just stared at the wall in front of him, his face sad. Not scared, or angry, just...sad. He was staring at the portal.

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Tim chuckled a bit, awkwardly, letting go of her hand. He felt the warmth leave it almost immediately, and he loathed that. He moved in front of Sophia now, smiling a bit. He noticed all of the small details about her again. She was so pretty, he thought. She was nice looking. Aesthetically pleasing. A nice piece of art. Bea-- "It was fun." He said, breaking his train of thought. "I don't think I woould have done anything today if it werent for you so, y'know, thanks."

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Tim nodded in agreement, and so, the two of them moved on, hands intertwined, next to each other, walking significantly slower than they were before. But that was fine. Tim wanted it that way. His heart was beating at a million miles an hour, but he could hardly focus on it. He could only focus on the warmth of her body next to his, and the feeling of her hand tangled up in his. The snow was covering all of the sidewalk by the time they got back to Tim's apartment. They stood awkwardly outside the door, neither letting go of the others hand.

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

"Yeah." Daniel replied, standing up. "Really fuckin' funny." He ran a hand through his hair, calming himself down, slowly sinking back into the apathetic, tired looking man that he was, constantly. He stood with his back to her for a few moments, and then did an about face, looking directly at her. The side of her head, where she had been hit by the orderlies baton, was bleeding, dripping down the side of her skull slowly, starting just above her temple. He pointed at her. "Okay, first things first... you're bleeding everywhere. Might wanna mop that up or something." He walked across the hall, into his room, where he grabbed a rag out from underneath his bedding. He walked back, tossing it to her. She caught it with ease. He leaned against the bars of the doorway. He was thinking, processing what he wanted to say before he came out and said it. "Alright... so we can both... see these monsters. These... yeah, whatever the fuck they are. This has to mean something, right. There has to be a reason it's us, that it's the two of us, in this place, right now, that can see these things, right?"

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Tim watched her movements carefully. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing right now. What was wrong with him now? Was something broken? He tried desperately to find words for a few minutes, but he couldn't seem to make his mouth move. He couldn't make himself say anything. He just...looked at her. What was this? And just like that, the spell was broken. "Oh, um...nothing. Is on your face. You look great." He said, not thinking. He didn't even catch what he said. He just smiled at her, because everything was okay. Right now, everything was totally fine. He took a step closer to her, his body in complete control, his mind telling him exactly what to do now. He reached out, and grabbed her hand. He faced forwards on the sidewalk now, in the same direction as her, facing his house. Partly because he wanted to start walking again, and partly so she couldn't see how red his face was. He didn't know why he was doing this, but he wanted to, and it was just fine with him. He waited for her response.

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Tim walked up to Sophia, looking up to the sky as he did. The snow was starting to stick to his hair and jacket now, but he didn't care. He just smiled a little more. He thought abut the prospect of playing in the snow, something he barely ever did, even as a child. He just walked in it, really. Sometimes he made little forts, but he was usually alone, in the woods. His mother couldn't find him in the woods. "Dont you think we would look kind of lame, playing in the snow like kids?" He asked Sophia, turning to her now. He breathed in sharply when he saw her, trying his best not to just gasp out loud. She was illuminated by the light of a street lamp. Fro tims perspective, it looked like there was an outline of light around her head. There were a few loose flakes of snow in her hair, caught in her fringe, falling onto her shoulders. She was smiling at him a bit, though tim wasn't exactly sure why. But he was absolutely sure of one thing in particular: She looked beautiful. He fought back the urge to just tell her that, because that could sound weird if he said it wrong, and he probably would have said it wrong.