"(Help me)"

Milla smiled gently as he seemingly came away from his disappointments, although that air of uncertainty still lingered around his aura. Hopefully, things would turn out alright for them. It would be too weird to continue checking up on them just out of curiosity, but maybe one day, she would find out.

Milla looked up the hallway, then down the hallway, then back to Fred as she pondered whether she needed to investigate further. “Hmm, I think I may be all set, actually. You’ve been so welcoming, darling. I really appreciate it. I suppose we’ll be taking a walk together back to the lobby, then?” She said, as she mentally reached out to Sasha to let her know that she was pretty much finished. His return signals said much of the same. It really did seem like your run-of-the-mill hospital out on a strangely isolated rock. It was nothing that putting up a few barriers between the camp and access to the hospital couldn’t secure.

  Well, that's a relief. It was one thing to tour a complete stranger around, but the fact that this woman worked for a- what was it again? Construction company? No, wait- it was land-development, right?

  Wait, what was he saying?

  -"Ah, that’s good!” Clasping both hands, he’d take a few steps past the psychic before continuing. “And that’s the plan. Just follow me back and we’ll be there before you know it.” Planting a hand ‘pon his hip with a slight “wave” of the other, it was clear that things were.. pretty much all set around here.

  Offering the other a moment to finish up with whatever, he'd began strolling ahead, throwing one last glance at the door before concentrating on the hall ahead. And, assuming the other had followed alongside, he’d roll his shoulders before speaking.

  But, nothing came. Just silence, for the most part.

  -"Hey, uh, Milla.” Clearing his throat, he’d offer the woman a lingering glance as a small question kept clawing at the back of his mind, a strange one at that. It's Milla, right? Was she alright with getting called that?

  -"When I was.. visiting Crispin, in that little room of his, you know how.. there was a little window on the door?”

  -"I- well, uh, while I was talking to.. him, I just happened to see you doing some- I’m not saying weird, or anything like that- but I saw you doing things.. with your hand, I guess.”

  A pause.

-”Oh man.. Not even past one and I’m already getting tired here.”

   Wilson knew that what he was getting into wouldn’t be something normal, yet he was still baffled. The other was having a heated debate with… himself? What was this person’s deal? He knew that internal conflicts were a thing, but this was just ridiculous!

   He gave a few more cautious steps into the room. Not being attacked first-thing was a plus, but… something in that person’s head made them want to. He wasn’t just going to approach them casually in circumstances like that.

   “…Hello?” he repeated himself, his ax lowering toward the ground. One of his hands loosened its grip in order to give a wave toward Fred. Wilson was aware that the other knew of his presence, but having the first impression be someone tightly wielding an ax, of all things, wasn’t exactly the best thing to communicate. Wouldn’t hurt to show that he was friendly. “Are you—alright?”

   To be fair, he didn’t exactly expect a clear answer back ( if he got one at all ), judging by how the other was acting. But… it was worth a shot.

   Before he’d turn to the intruder, faint, incoherent mumbling could be heard from the inmate as the supposed conflict was reduced to something.. quieter sounding. Much akin to somebody plotting the next course of action— But, once the “two” had come to an agreement, Fred shifted himself around to face the shorter man— and, as he’d crouch down, it was clear that wall-eyed stare of his wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Creepy.

   -"Hey there." He said, wiggling an elbow in return. 

Oh. Right. Question. 

  -"Oh- uh, look, if- if I'm going to be honest here, no- I’m not.” Fred replied, tone quiet and rather.. uneasy sounding— But, upon offering the other's axe a brief, questionable glance, a slight look of suspicion had faded onto the inmate's face before he'd just.. lean away.. and eventually march off to wherever the heck those legs of his took him. Can’t take your chances, Fred.

Unconsciously, Batter had taken two steps back while Fred was talking to himself, and took another one when he hopped off- Oh jesus, he guessed the man was tall, but… This was intense. Not that he could judge him too much, he’s seen taller people.. Like Enoch.

“You mean.. They weren’t always like this?” The man asked, looking up at Fred. Right.. He’d have to start looking up at the man, that won’t fuck up his neck more. Batter huffs lightly, placing his cap in a better position so he could see the man. Strangely enough, there was still a shadow casting on his eyes- Even if he should clearly not have any.

-"N- Yeah! They- They were pretty normal back then, before the jacket, but-” Shifting away from the batter, bringing his focus to his.. unreasonably short arms, he’d bring the two closer, before gently twisting them side.. to side.. to side.. Flexing a few fingers and whatnot-

-"-What I don’t get, though, is how this happened. Did- oh man, maybe they straight up atrophied- due to just.. not using them? Is that what happened? Oh, geez. I mean, they feel fine and all, but-”

As the rather.. poorly made two-tone towel cape flapped out ‘n about behind Fred, along with the large possibly fake hat, the inmate had begun quietly pacing around the room. Shifting the conversation from two people.. to just himself and some faint rambling, occasionally gesturing said arms all the while.

The Batter immediately took a step back. Waiting for Fred to be done turning around. He was doing the right thing… Right? This guy didn’t seem like the type to want to kill him.. Then again, he could be wrong.

“Yeah, i see it.” The white man said, as he began to walk towards Fred. He examined the straight jacket for a minute, then sighed. “Hold still.” Batter mumbles, then begain untying it. Thank god he was tall enough. For about two minutes, there was a choking silence, then-

‘CLICK!’

“It’s done.” He mumbles out, backing away.

Offering a small, quiet nod to the baseball player in response, he’d immediately straighten out his back before facing forward once again. Impatiently bouncing a leg all the while. Oh man, this was gonna be great! He’d finally be able to do stuff- and- and- not have to worry about tripping- and- whatever else!

The two minutes, for the most part, seemed like an eternity to Fred, just.. sitting there. Anticipating. It was rather painful, if you ask him. Not in a literal sense, of course, but you catch my drift.

But- the moment- the single moment the jacket had finally been unbuckled, there was a long silence before it’d been promptly tossed aside, landing with a hefty thud on the floor below. Revealing a white and red stained t-shirt underneath. And, as he.. he.

-"Wait.. Whaaat the heck. Just- wait a minute. Hold on.” Fred lifted them closer.

-"Did- Wait, did my arms always look so short?..”

A pause.

-"Wait."

-"They- they shrunk! They both did! Look!” And, sure enough, Fred was right. Hopping off the chair, it was clear that no longer were they both “normal” sized for his.. leg span, but now, they looked like they’d belong to a child of all things.

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