"I am?" He looks down at himself to see the blood that's stained his uniform and remembers again. "Oh yeah, I keep forgetting."
He bops the side of his head, as if to say 'whoopsie,' and shrugs.
"I think it's just this place. It's...playing games."
Making him have only one working eye. Ha ha, very funny, Nightmare-land. He remembers all the creepier writing in Journal #3, especially in the pages that Great Uncle Ford had ripped out that reappeared after the apocalypse was over. This had happened to Great Uncle Ford, after letting Bill into his head. One eye bleeding.
"Really, really messed up games," he says distantly, reaching his hand up to wipe away more blood as it drips down his face. "But hey, story of my life."
It's just more of the usual.
"Don't worry about it. Have you seen any of the others? I keep running into people and losing them. This place is keeping us apart, probably on purpose."
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He bops the side of his head, as if to say 'whoopsie,' and shrugs.
"I think it's just this place. It's...playing games."
Making him have only one working eye. Ha ha, very funny, Nightmare-land. He remembers all the creepier writing in Journal #3, especially in the pages that Great Uncle Ford had ripped out that reappeared after the apocalypse was over. This had happened to Great Uncle Ford, after letting Bill into his head. One eye bleeding.
"Really, really messed up games," he says distantly, reaching his hand up to wipe away more blood as it drips down his face. "But hey, story of my life."
It's just more of the usual.
"Don't worry about it. Have you seen any of the others? I keep running into people and losing them. This place is keeping us apart, probably on purpose."