Resonant HISS

(They lean back in the chair they took, singular arm lifting to fluff their hair, using it to help cover up their sorry excuse of an eye. They’ve left a small smudge of red on the desk already.)

(They’re quiet for a second as they struggle to remember the months of training they got to be a psychologist in the first place, trying to place the right thing to say.)

(They are not-so-subtly trying to reach over the table to touch the mist. They are also trying not to laugh as they do so.)

What the hell was that?

(They jump a little bit at the sound.)

Hidden between the lines, we live in the diagrams and footnotes and coffee stains. We have redacted your records.

(They lean back in the chair they took, singular arm lifting to fluff their hair, using it to help cover up their sorry excuse of an eye. They’ve left a small smudge of red on the desk already.)

(They’re quiet for a second as they struggle to remember the months of training they got to be a psychologist in the first place, trying to place the right thing to say.)

(They are not-so-subtly trying to reach over the table to touch the mist. They are also trying not to laugh as they do so.)

What the hell was that?

(They jump a little bit at the sound.)

Hidden between the lines, we live in the diagrams and footnotes and coffee stains. We have redacted your records.

(They lean back in the chair they took, singular arm lifting to fluff their hair, using it to help cover up their sorry excuse of an eye. They’ve left a small smudge of red on the desk already.)

(They’re quiet for a second as they struggle to remember the months of training they got to be a psychologist in the first place, trying to place the right thing to say.)

(They are not-so-subtly trying to reach over the table to touch the mist. They are also trying not to laugh as they do so.)

What the hell was that?

(They jump a little bit at the sound.)

Hidden between the lines, we live in the diagrams and footnotes and coffee stains. We have redacted your records.

(They lean back in the chair they took, singular arm lifting to fluff their hair, using it to help cover up their sorry excuse of an eye. They’ve left a small smudge of red on the desk already.)

(They’re quiet for a second as they struggle to remember the months of training they got to be a psychologist in the first place, trying to place the right thing to say.)

(They are not-so-subtly trying to reach over the table to touch the mist. They are also trying not to laugh as they do so.)

— 7

It’s not the name of the gas.

It’s the name of the sound.

It’s the song, ritual.

Sing it, Sing it together.

Resonates in your house.

Listen.

Hiss.

Right

Right?

Repeat the word

You aren't the one I love either. Don't you worry. I just wanted to get a Scare out of you~

My name is Resonant. I have been called hiss. you may use either name.

Orange Peel

It is pleasant to meet you. Tell me. can you ͓̽S͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽e͓̽ ͓̽m͓͓̽̽e͓̽ With the Paranatural ability you possess?

@hedrondivided

…No… I don’t think I can…

She's Rather Eloquent is she not?

The hole in your room is a hole in you. You came and we let you in through the hole in you.

@hedrondivided

Tarn looks up as he hears the hissing, almost like a gas leak. He tenses when the words materialize into something coherent, morphing and ebbing, The voice is layered and distorted.

"What....?"

Tarn looks around for a source, but the only thing he can see is his normal Office space, nothing is different.

Tarn looks around more frantically

"Who the hell? How are you? when did you?"

You have always been here, the only child. A copy of a copy of a copy. Orange peel. The picture is you holding the picture. When you hear this you will know you’re in new you.

But you aren't watching an HRA! oh love, sweet love let me infect you~

You want to listen. You want to dream. You want to smile. You want to hurt. You don’t want to be.

So let me Be for you, oh love, oh sweet love

Tarn scrambles out of his office, and he looks around through the halls, usually busy with other interns, or doctors, the occasional MTF and class D But there's nobody, Instead the halls are empty, and instead of cool granite flooring, the hallway is carpeted in Red. Tarn takes out his phone to call anyone at all, but before he can even press the call button it explodes in his hand, Tarn yelps and he clutches his hand, his skin just about cooked.... It'll surely blister later

Is that enough of an answer to my name? ....This, Is the Oldest house. I'm oh very sorry for your hand baby...

So, safe and nothing to worry about. Ha ha, funny.

poor...poor love

Your home, you remind us of home.

She's Rather Eloquent is she not?

The hole in your room is a hole in you. You came and we let you in through the hole in you.

@hedrondivided

Tarn looks up as he hears the hissing, almost like a gas leak. He tenses when the words materialize into something coherent, morphing and ebbing, The voice is layered and distorted.

"What....?"

Tarn looks around for a source, but the only thing he can see is his normal Office space, nothing is different.

Tarn looks around more frantically

"Who the hell? How are you? when did you?"

You have always been here, the only child. A copy of a copy of a copy. Orange peel. The picture is you holding the picture. When you hear this you will know you’re in new you.

But you aren't watching an HRA! oh love, sweet love let me infect you~

You want to listen. You want to dream. You want to smile. You want to hurt. You don’t want to be.

So let me Be for you, oh love, oh sweet love

Tarn scrambles out of his office, and he looks around through the halls, usually busy with other interns, or doctors, the occasional MTF and class D But there's nobody, Instead the halls are empty, and instead of cool granite flooring, the hallway is carpeted in Red. Tarn takes out his phone to call anyone at all, but before he can even press the call button it explodes in his hand, Tarn yelps and he clutches his hand, his skin just about cooked.... It'll surely blister later

Is that enough of an answer to my name? ....This, Is the Oldest house. I'm oh very sorry for your hand baby...

So, safe and nothing to worry about. Ha ha, funny.

poor...poor love

She's Rather Eloquent is she not?

The hole in your room is a hole in you. You came and we let you in through the hole in you.

@hedrondivided

Tarn looks up as he hears the hissing, almost like a gas leak. He tenses when the words materialize into something coherent, morphing and ebbing, The voice is layered and distorted.

"What....?"

Tarn looks around for a source, but the only thing he can see is his normal Office space, nothing is different.

Tarn looks around more frantically

"Who the hell? How are you? when did you?"

You have always been here, the only child. A copy of a copy of a copy. Orange peel. The picture is you holding the picture. When you hear this you will know you’re in new you.

But you aren't watching an HRA! oh love, sweet love let me infect you~

You want to listen. You want to dream. You want to smile. You want to hurt. You don’t want to be.

So let me Be for you, oh love, oh sweet love

Tarn scrambles out of his office, and he looks around through the halls, usually busy with other interns, or doctors, the occasional MTF and class D But there's nobody, Instead the halls are empty, and instead of cool granite flooring, the hallway is carpeted in Red. Tarn takes out his phone to call anyone at all, but before he can even press the call button it explodes in his hand, Tarn yelps and he clutches his hand, his skin just about cooked.... It'll surely blister later

Is that enough of an answer to my name? ....This, Is the Oldest house. I'm oh very sorry for your hand baby...

She's Rather Eloquent is she not?

The hole in your room is a hole in you. You came and we let you in through the hole in you.

@hedrondivided

Tarn looks up as he hears the hissing, almost like a gas leak. He tenses when the words materialize into something coherent, morphing and ebbing, The voice is layered and distorted.

"What....?"

Tarn looks around for a source, but the only thing he can see is his normal Office space, nothing is different.

Tarn looks around more frantically

"Who the hell? How are you? when did you?"

You have always been here, the only child. A copy of a copy of a copy. Orange peel. The picture is you holding the picture. When you hear this you will know you’re in new you.

But you aren't watching an HRA! oh love, sweet love let me infect you~

You want to listen. You want to dream. You want to smile. You want to hurt. You don’t want to be.

So let me Be for you, oh love, oh sweet love

you're asking that question in the wrong order. Gallant WANTS to kiss Tarn; He'd do it for no money AT ALL. Its Tarn you have to bribe