She's lil

[A voice flows out of a cardboard box on the sidewalk. It's high-pitched, and has the tempo and sound of someone projecting their voice, without having the volume]

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Lil' T's dialogue is small and pink

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What? Of course...

[she floats up, just above the edge of the box. She pauses, then goes back down, and back up again. She's glowing a faint pink now, instead of her typical light yellow.]

[she flinches with each piercing of the box]

I have a great idea. What if I stab into it with a knife until there's a hole big enough for you to crawl out? Is that okay?

...I'm still here. If you can hear me. If anyone can hear me.

OH- The sky has left us! Everyone, quickly, to me. For- for your own safety, of course. I will be your point of light in...

...

Ah, an offering, as it should be.

...

[Now what do we say?]

-🐕

[she flinches at the sudden noise, before catching herself and quickly setting herself straight.]

[She glowers at you]

...

[A feeling worms it's way in through the base of your skull, an absolute insufficiency, a disappointment that tries to spread itself over any thoughts or memories that it touches like an oil slick to an otter; it kinda sucks. It only lasts for a moment, but it's a pretty shitty couple seconds.]

You will find it unwise to irk me in such a manner.