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Post by WOLFGANG ARTHUR CROWLEY on Sept 9, 2019 17:32:35 GMT 1
Sobering up was a pain in the ass. Especially since it hadn't been his decision to make in the first place. Apparently, he'd come back to life in the medical wing one too many times for staff's liking. Leaving drunk or high vampires in his wake. So, he'd spent weeks in isolation, detoxing and going through withdrawal in the hopes that it'd stick and he'd stop dying so much. It had been grueling to be locked away and only seeing people when he needed tending to. Not getting to see anyone he actually wanted to see or do anything he wanted to see, it was horrifying. It had felt like he was back in that box he'd been kept in for so long all over again. And since they didn't have to worry about withdrawal actually killing him, he'd just been left to it.
Wolf wasn't allowed to the bar, nor was he allowed to wander too far from his room just yet without an escort just to make sure he didn't fall back into old habits. He'd been out smoking earlier, just a regular cigarette because that was all he was allowed, and had been escorted back to his floor, before he'd just decided to lay down in the middle of the hallway. "Just leave me," he groaned. "Or carry me, I need a break." He wasn't really all that eager to go back to his room just yet, he just wanted to meet people, have some fun. Maybe sneak off to see June. He felt old, and cranky, and just so done with everything right now.
Since they were already at his floor though, he was dragged to his room anyway, by his feet before he was left in the doorway to his room. "Did my job, now stay out of trouble or it's back to solitary," came the voice of the guard before he was left alone to just mope on the floor. Great. Now he needed a shower too. The floor wasn't clean enough that he really enjoyed being dragged along it, but since he had no sense of time these days, he didn't really know if it was breakfast time or bedtime, either way he wasn't moving just yet.
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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Oct 11, 2019 19:09:44 GMT 1
"Theeeeee Venga bus is comin' and everybody's jumpin'!"
'Please. Stop. You're embarrassing yourself..'
"New York through San Fransisco, an interstate free disco!" The Ectomancer completely ignored the completely 'done' spirit that was following behind him with one hand either side of his head, an attempt to try and block Sage out. Unfortunately nothing dead can block the teen boy out if he decides to speak and now was no different. Sage burst into loud laughter as he looked over his shoulder to look at the ghost, his disapproval of Sage's current state was just hilarious to the intoxicated guy. Sage continued to hum and 'na na na' the rest of the song as the lyrics had eluded him. He was now walking back, doing a little booty shuffle as he did so. So engrossed in his own actions was he that he didn't really notice the slow smirk coming over Ade's face as he glanced behind him.
Which meant he didn't notice Wolf. And he tumbled unceremoniously backwards onto his ass over the sober man, his ass hitting the floor with bone jarring force but his legs remained draped over the immortal cursed guy.
"Hey Wolf!" Sage didn't take long to get over his surprise and he reached over to nudge the guy on the shoulder and wave in his face, "you're looking tired, couldn't quite make it to the door? Want me to roll you on in? I might fall, but hey, i'd give it one hell of a good shot."
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Post by WOLFGANG ARTHUR CROWLEY on Oct 18, 2019 9:57:22 GMT 1
Wolf was feeling appropriately sorry for himself in his opinion. It wasn’t like the drugs or booze was really doing him any harm, so why had they felt the need to go ahead and force him to sober up? He was absolutely miserable and feeling, well, lethargic might’ve been an understatement when he’d been dragged to his doorway like this because he couldn’t be bothered walking. Sure, it was better than the basement or whatever dark hole they’d left him in, but Wolf didn’t like knowing he was being watched more closely.
“Dude!” He exclaimed when someone stumbled over him like that. “Sage!” He corrected himself when the other drunk nudged him and waved in his face like that. “Made it to the end of the hall. Unless you’re staying, got drinks, or both, I’m good right here,” he mumbled. Part of him was kind of hoping someone would just knock him out for a bit so he wouldn’t have to stay miserable.
“They dropped me in a dark room, took away all my joy and now I can’t even leave the hallway without supervision. Stupid rules.” OK, so yeah, he was having a really pathetic tantrum, but he felt sorry for himself and so laying in the way was how he was dealing with it.
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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Oct 19, 2019 17:49:55 GMT 1
Sage wasn't really in a state where he could sympathise for very long right now, so although he thought that Wolf looked in a terrible state the teen just reached over to pet Wolf on the head gently in an attempt to make him feel better, "there there, is okay, there's.. There's waysh round everythin'," he doesn't have any alcohol on him and he doesn't trust drugs. But he does have the number of a few people who do both of those, another Ectomancer who might even help a little with that. He's kinda positive Sorrel would help if he had somebody to hang out with as a result. Maybe. He'd text, if he doesn't forget in the next few minutes.
"I could stay," he's pretty sure that he can't get up right now anyway. Something that Ade was taking great joy in pointing out to him right now but Sage was ignoring him perfectly, "I'll stay, stay for reasons, stay 'cause.. 'Cause I can." He pulled his legs back over Wolf and crawled to the door that he assumed was his dorm room only to fall face first into the room when the door swang open. The dark haired male let out an 'oof', the side of his face pressed into the carpet and he tried to get himself up onto his hands and knees three times before he managed it and sat on the inside of Wolf's room on his ass looking a little ruffled with a mildly pinkened cheek.
No carpet burn though. Win.
"They dried you up too, hu? That happened to me s'well, sucks but if you know where t'look you can trick 'em all." And he'd help if he could, not that he could right now, Wolf wasn't a vampire so he couldn't give him over a little of what he has in his blood, so really he was at a little bit of a loss as to what to do, "don't you have like, a secret stash?" He would help drag Wolf in, but he was just preparing himself to do so right now.. One move at a time.
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Post by WOLFGANG ARTHUR CROWLEY on Oct 22, 2019 17:20:23 GMT 1
He appreciated the head-pet, he really did. It was kind of sweet. “Ways around being babysat?” He asked, peeking up a little. “Because staff got tired of me leaving drunk or high vampires behind on my way to the medical center.” Wolf kind of liked being food, it was a nice way to be close to someone without it really meaning anything more than that he could be useful. He liked being useful. “Apparently, some staff don’t appreciate being used as a training dummy for newbie vampires when there are no consequences other than a messed up vamp.” Wolf really didn’t see the problem. What better way to teach a baby vamp when to stop than practice on someone they couldn’t actually kill by draining them? Didn’t hurt that some of them were really something to look at either.
“‘preciate the company,” he muttered. Wolf might not like being around people after sunset, but honestly anything was better than being sober and alone right now. He felt like shit. He was amused when the drunk stumbled into his room like that, knowing full well that he was no better when he was properly soused. He just liked drinking, there was nothing wrong with that so people needed to stop trying to dry him up for good.
“They emptied my room,” he moaned when Sage asked if he had a secret stash, but the fact that he had a little company at least made him roll over and drag himself into his room and halfway flop on Sage. “You’re nice. When you’re all undead and all, bring me booze? You can practice not killing people on me in return.”
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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Oct 27, 2019 19:46:21 GMT 1
Sage himself tends to hang out in the library, or in the dormitories, not to mention he asks vampires nicely not to kill them because he's pretty delicate compared to those like Wolf. If he dies off then he stays dead. Kind of, he knows for certain that he'll become a poltergeist but that's not a life, that'd suck so much. He's actually heard of a kid here who's a poltergeist, he's felt him in the vicinity at times on his wanders but he's heard stories from the other ghosts around here and he's staying far, far away from an angry child poltergeist.. He has enough issues dealing with dead children in the first place, but if they can actually interact with the world around them? He's pretty certain he'd end up pissing them off somehow, poltergeists are one type of spirit that are a little more difficult to control. Probably because he has such limited experience with them, but he can't be blamed for that. They're annoyingly stubborn, dangerous and usually pretty unstable. Just ask Sorrel.. He has to deal with one, Sage does not envy him.
Unfortunately he can't offer much help other than silencing the spirit, his ability isn't that refined yet.
"There's a wee lil problem of repeatedly dying, can't be all too good for the uh.. You know, the brain part? Mental heath! Yeah, dying over and over, not so good for those postive vibes is it?" Sage blinked at Wolf, if he didn't look so loose and slightly glazed over in the eye then he would have appeared slightly shocked. He sounded semi-amused though so it wasn't like he was being reprimanding, "hey, gimme your hand." He leant forward and held his hand out for Wolf to take so he could unceremoniously drag Wolf into the room. It was all well and good laying in the hall but there were some weird people about sometimes. And it was easier to put a little barrier around a room rather than an entire hall. He didn't want any dead dudes around other than Ade right now.
Wolf was on the move though so there was no need for any dragging over the floor and so he leant back again, snickering when Wolf just collapsed into his lap like that. Not that he minded, he just pet his head again and resisted the urge to just hug his head, "you have it baaa-" he hiccuped, "-aaad. And thanks. I think?" Truthfully he hadn't thought much past the fact that he was going to end up as a vampire or be dead dead. Biting people and drinking down their blood was an idea that was a little harrowing, but hey, better than being buried right? Right.. "I dunno man, it's going to be so weird. Didn't even know vampires existed until like.. Just under a year ago? Been a crazy ass year. How'm'I just gonna be able to like, munch on people, y'know? Just... Om," He made a little snap of his jaws, his gaze on the open door now, how to close that...?
Ade.
It took less than ten seconds to touch the spirit and give him just enough energy to direct him to close the door. It got a little stuck on Wolf's foot, but with a slightly harder nudge, the dead fae shut it with a grunt of annoyance.
'This one probably functions better on the sauce.. He's like you at your worst and he's sober, you need better friends, Sage.' On that they could disagree. Sage likes Wolf. He's fun. Unjudgemental.
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Post by WOLFGANG ARTHUR CROWLEY on Nov 7, 2019 16:36:24 GMT 1
“Oh but it keeps those inner demons at bay,” he replied, actually smiling a little. “Never piss off witches, never know what sort of tricks they’ve got up their sleeves,” he added with more of a grumble. It was good advice, something he wished he’d been told back in the day, but then he hadn’t really believed in magic when he’d been cursed either. “At least death by vampire is quick and painless compared to dehydration.” Honestly, Wolf was more traumatized by his years stuck in a box repeatedly starving and thirsting to death than he’d ever even come close to here.
Wolf wasn’t all that worried about what dying did to him, because it didn’t stick. And if it did stick some day, well, he’d lived long enough to be OK with that. He was more than happy to just have flopped on Sage like that. It was comfortable and the other drunk was nice and warm compared to the floor. “Sobriety sucks…” he moaned, genuinely feeling like it was the worst kind of torture they could’ve imposed on him in this place.
“Probably going to come naturally,” he commented. “Haven’t heard any other vampires around here finding it icky once they were turned. Drinking blood just sounds icky to the living.” He wasn’t worried that Sage would freak out about blood once he was turned, it really seemed like a natural instinct for vampires and he’d never heard of a vampire with an eating disorder before. They all seemed to drink their fill and then some.
When the door shut, he looked up at Sage. “You did that?” he asked, staring at him for a moment. “That’s awesome!” He hadn’t quite figured out that it was Ade doing it, but then he kind of didn’t function properly right now.
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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Nov 22, 2019 18:49:31 GMT 1
"Yeahh... Dehydration would suck, but you ain't going to be dying like that in here? Unless drying out of alcohol will kill you.." He blinked owl like eyes at him all of a sudden, "that ain't the case, right? You're not going to die from lack of alcohol?" He didn't know Wolf's circumstances or what his curse entails. Or he did and had forgotten, he can't remember much really these days. Or from the last few years.. Or decade. How old was he again? Sage snickered a little and shuffled back a little further into the room until his back hit the wall. He didn't know anything about witches, but then he wasn't really the type of person to do anything to piss people off other than talk a little too much. Or fall over people. Or into people.
Death by vampire was painless though.. That sounded pretty good. Considering what he had coming up in the future he was kind of relieved to hear that.
"I wouldn't know," Sage chuckled and let his head rest back against the wall, "I've got ways of getting 'round the whole no alcohol thing.." It was difficult as hell for him to get his kicks but he had nothing else to do with his life right now so why the hell wouldn't he just wander around exchanging favours for what he wants? It also helps that he has dead people willing to help him.. Or being made to help him if he gets desperate enough. Sage doesnt like to be bossy but what's the point in being an Ectomancer if he can't flex his metaphysical muscles every now and then?
He made a small sound to make Wolf know that he'd heard the guy's explanation of vampires, but Ade had started talking so he stayed silent. Because what Adrian was saying kind of made him think, "you'll bite into somebody's neck with no problem," the ghost spoke, his finger tapping at his own throat, the bloodied wound there a telltale of how he'd died. It made Sage feel a stab of guilt, but he was still human and he didn't think he'd be so hungry for blood, "especially if they're like me, Sage. You can barely turn down a shot. What makes you think you'd deny yourself something that tastes like liquid gold?"
"I wouldn't savage anybody, shut up!" He snapped suddenly at Ade and glared at the man only he could see.
"What?" He asked, seeming confused for a moment when Wolf spoke but then he frowned a little and shook his head, "no, Adrian. Dead dude. He's being a fucking asshole so I'm not letting him show his face."
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Post by WOLFGANG ARTHUR CROWLEY on Dec 4, 2019 8:41:43 GMT 1
Dehydration was probably preferable at this point to being dried up like this. “Oh if only that was the case,” he said, smiling slightly at the thought. “They really couldn’t force me to sober up then, could they?” If not having alcohol would kill him, surely they wouldn’t force him to stop drinking. He was sure he would find a way around it eventually, but right now he was just too miserable to do anything about it. He just wanted to lay on the floor until he passed out. Or rather, that had been the plan before Sage arrived.
“Most of my friends in this place are locked in the basement, or only want me around for a safe snack. Those people might be why I’m in my current predicament, but it’s not my fault they can’t handle me.” He rather appreciated the vampires, they were nice. Gave him a little attention in exchange for a little, or a lot, of blood, and it was all good.
Wolf looked up at Sage a little confused when he snapped at the air, before he remembered what Sage could do. Which he was reminded again when Sage spoke of Adrian. “Could just ask whoever turns you to set some ground rules,” he suggested. “But yeah, you two keep me well supplied and I’ll be a live-in snack. Something good’s gotta come from this whole being cursed thing, right? What’s better than helping a friend?” Smiling up at Sage, Wolf couldn’t help but find the thought of him as a vampire rather amusing.
“I never asked, what’s it like to see ghosts? Is it as scary as it sounds?” Wolf really couldn’t help but worry at times that he was being haunted by the one that had cursed him or her daughter, but nobody had said anything so he was hoping they had better things to do than watch how their hurt and anger was affecting his life.
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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Dec 16, 2019 20:56:53 GMT 1
That was a very valid point, they couldn't really sober Wolf up if it meant that he'd end up dying or something, that would be the complete opposite of being helpful. Sage never commented on his stupid little comment that he'd made, because Wolf wasn't mocking him so he wasn't exactly embarrassed, not that he thinks he can get particularly embarrassed these days, when you're not sober a lot you don't tend to get particularly ashamed much. Not a lot matters other than the buzz..
"Basement buddies," Sage commented with a small nod. He pointedly ignored Ade's tut and roll of his eyes, along with the quiet mutter of 'moron'. He was just grouchy because Sage had actively stopped him from entering the girl's locker room earlier that morning, Sage doesn't think he'll get over that anytime soon.. He'll give him a little energy later to go do his thing. He'll probably end up in the locker room anyway but hey, at least Sage can say he wasn't aware of it that time around. He doesn't really want to be an accomplice to a peeping tom, "I think there's a couple of my friends down there? Not sure. Can't uh, can't really remember," he ran a hand through his hair which pretty much only made it stick up in a bunch of odd directions. He can barely remember who his friends are half the time, oh he'll recognise them when he see's them, but if anybody were to really ask him anything when he's like this it'll be responded too with a blank stare.
Sage had kind of subconciously learnt how to create a barrier around himself so that when he wandered around the spirits were repelled from him rather than drawn in by the bright beacon like light he could emit on the spiritual plane. Usually when he's sobering up he grows 'brighter', it's why he hates being sober so very much. So, if there was anything around Wolf then he'd have to ask him to read him and see because Sage won't really try unless he's prompted these days. He doesn't want to tempt fate.
"Uh, it was scary? Thought I was proper mad for a long time, considerin' it was my dead sister who made me realise I'd probably been seein' them a long time. I mean, she weren't scary, but the others I noticed from then on were. S'almost like she made me realise and it made my ability just kinda shine? I dunno man, it's not been peaceful," Ade had admittedly helped him a lot when it came to keeping them away and practicing his control. He was trying to drop the subject about being a vampire, as much as he likes the idea of nibbling on Wolf it certainly wouldn't be for blood. Ew, the thought makes him cringe.
Perhaps he will ask Andreas about setting ground rules though.. He doesn't want to end up killing somebody. Because then he'd be haunted and fuck that, so far he's managed to avoid that despite those who died by his hand. They seemed to understand it wasn't actually him and let him be..
"Wha's it like being immortal? Like, you won't die will ya?" He can't think it'd suck..
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Post by WOLFGANG ARTHUR CROWLEY on Jan 4, 2020 11:12:58 GMT 1
Wolf really couldn’t wait until he got his hands on something to drink again. He wasn’t going to pester Sage about it because he’d heard the other drunk was supposed to be cut off too and he didn’t want to be more of a burden than he already was using him as a pillow. Besides, since there was no medical reason to keep him cut off, Wolf figured he’d have an easier time getting himself snuck into the bar. This was just a temporary setback.
“Are some nice ones down there, that’s for sure,” he said, smiling slightly at the thought. It made his mind wander to a certain lady and remind him he needed to take her dancing again. Preferably outside of Manson if possible. “Wouldn’t want to live there myself, but wouldn’t mind visiting more often.” Wolf knew that some of the people in the basement were there for a valid reason, but it didn’t mean he approved of how difficult it was to hang out with them.
Learning that it had not been a peaceful experience for Sage made Wolf move his arms slightly. Enough to loosely wrap around him in the closest thing he could get to a hug while laying on him like that. He wanted to hug him properly, but his body just felt too heavy to get up properly to hug the man. Damn, he really needed to shake his babysitter so he could get himself functional again.
“Honestly? If it had been a choice and not a punishment, I think it would’ve been way more cool. But witches are nasty creatures and some are downright vindictive. Whatever you do, never cheat a witch.” It probably would’ve been a little more awesome if he hadn’t spent so much time in a box, basically buried alive, except above ground. “Made some pretty cool friends over the years though, don’t think I’d trade them for dying of old age when I was supposed to. I’ll die eventually, if someone takes my head off or I have no more living relatives, until then I’m trying to enjoy life. Stupid babysitters though.” He wasn’t expecting anyone to actually decapitate him anytime soon, but families died out all the time so that was a more plausible way for his curse to end as far as he was concerned. Wasn’t like he was likely to find the right witch to undo it all and he was scaly enough without going looking for more witches.
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Post by SAGE BAILEY DUBOIS on Jan 14, 2020 20:34:26 GMT 1
"Lot of dead people too," and no, he doesn't mean vampires, or other variations of the type. Sage had found himself lost down in the halls of the secure facility once and once only. He'd followed an innocent looking spirit down to the halls, got through the doors with the code the ghost had given him and ended up in a place that he definitely doesn't want to go back too again, crazy blood soaked ghosts aren't fun. Especially when some of them were strong enough to be borderling poltergeists and it was back when Sage hadn't had the best control over his abilities, "wouldn't mind going there again, if I had a reason, interestin' people." Most of the time his 'friends' find him, he's not exactly one to go searching for anybody.. Really Sage just kind of exists and things happen around him.
He's happy with that lifestyle for now.
In response to the loose little hug Sage just petted Wolf on the head and smiled lopsidedly, "eh, it's fine, I'm a big boy now, got over all that crap.." He didn't have anybody back then though, he plays it off as something that doesn't matter so much, but really it had been an incredibly difficult time of his life. The only reason Sage hadn't killed himself and ended it all was because he'd basically be playing right into their hands and making himself touchable to the bastards who had haunted him so badly. Plus, his sister had always told him not too.. Even as he grew older and matured whilst she remained the innocent nine year old she knew better than him when it came to certain things. Although 'don't do it' when it comes to suicide isn't exactly genius advice, he took it as such though. Especially since he learnt he'd be a poltergeist if he ever dies. So, good times.
Sage prefers to pretend that he's happy, if you pretend hard enough then most of the time it works. Especially when you add a shit load of alcohol to the mix. The times it doesn't work and he wants to curl up and die? He curls up with a spirit, cries and drinks himself into a coma instead. Therapy. He didn't have to get a degree for that or nothing.
"I don't think I know any witches," he commented thoughtfully, he was pretty damn sure he didn't know any anyway.. Did he? There were probably some around here but he cant remember if he's ever met any of them before or not, "I don't like cheating people anyway," probably why he tries to stay on people's good sides as much as possible, and why he's single. He thinks he's single anyway, he can't remember a girlfriend in his life. Or a boyfriend. There was that merman, he'd been fun but.. Not really relationship material. Far too pretty.
"You got many living relatives left..? Any who'd appreciate a young drunk in their life for a brief time?" He was kidding, obvious by the lopsided little grin on his lips, "dying is overrated anyway," he added with a little more seriousness, "you either leave this world or you stay and become miserable.. You heard of limbo? Pretty sure limbo is sticking around here, on earth, watching people and never interacting. It's why they flock to people like me, desperation is horrible I guess. I think most people get stuck here." Least he thinks so, there are so many dead people around here, more supernatural than human. Maybe there's a link there, do the supernatural souls ever even get to heaven or hell? Who knows..
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Post by WOLFGANG ARTHUR CROWLEY on Jan 25, 2020 18:11:01 GMT 1
Wolf had no doubt there’d be lots of dead people in the basement given who lived there. It made sense for the “worst” of Manson to be more haunted than the rest of them. “I’m sure you could find a reason,” he commented. “Find someone like yourself, or bring some company, say you need to go there to practice your gift and just wander off to meet people.” It seemed perfectly reasonable to him. The staff didn’t need to know everything after all. A little white lie seemed more than fair as far as he was concerned.
It was nice to hug Sage, even if it wasn’t a proper hug by any means. He was rather huggable and deserved good things as far as Wolf was concerned. The drunk seemed to have had a rough life and that was never something people deserved. At least not while they were really young. “Now you sound like an old soul,” he said, chuckling slightly. “Good for you though, making it through that. World needs more people like you.” Nice, friendly people that just seemed to want to help out or hang out.
“I didn’t think I knew any witches either. Didn’t even think witches were a thing,” he commented. He’d been perfectly human before all this after all. Everything he was passively capable of now were just side effects of magic and not actual gifts he’d been born with. “Sounds like you’ve got a better head on your shoulders than I did at your age.” Sure, he shouldn’t have cheated, but how was he supposed to know the woman would kill herself? It wasn’t like he’d anticipated that kind of a reaction or anything. Hardly seemed fair to punish him forever for something he really couldn’t have seen coming.
“I honestly don’t know,” he admitted. “At what point does a bloodline get diluted enough to no longer count? Because it’s all my brother’s descendants...” He sure as shit hoped he hadn’t fathered any bastards by accident, even though he was fairly certain he hadn’t it didn’t mean it was impossible. He chose not to dwell on such thoughts, however. “Pretty sure I’m on the first bus down under if anyone kills me for good. Unless that old bat made sure I’d be stuck wandering forever. Wouldn’t put it past her, she was pretty pissed off. So you’re probably right that it’s a good thing it doesn’t stick.” Wolf had no desire to be left wandering the earth forever. “But if I do end up dead and stuck here, I’m gonna be haunting someone like you. Not in a menacing way, just for companionship. I don’t like being all alone. Reminds me or years spent in a box.”
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