It's Cold

"...I don't know why, child. Did you know...? I came here when I was a child too.. I was a normal child, just like you....and now...now I'm..." he paused.

He actually felt pain for this kid? What the hell was going on with him? Sympathy causing him to feel pain...? It was terrifying.

And thus the exit appears, waiting for someone to pass through it.

The evening ends with a question. "...Can he really kill you, mother...?"

Choked behind building sobs, Whiteface closes the exit as he lets Xavi pass.

"How d̫͙̭͍̥͚ͅi҉͕̦͚͇͍s͖̲̹̹̖̺s̰̲̟̰a̶̺p͏͙͉̲̪̺p̼̘͚̠̤͡ọ̫̺͜i͙̥͓͎͙͙̝nt͎͉̹i̘ṉ͈ͅg͙͖̫.. I would have...guessed that you'd last longer before...incapacitating yourself, but, heheh...it looks like luck wouldn't have that for you.."

Kneeling next to the bookshelf, he kicked it off and, before the other could make a move, hacked a claw toward his leg, attempting to sink his claws in.

No.. that couldn’t be true, she is only dreaming!

Unless.." he pulls the noose down. "You prefer this exit.."

"Child, you won't find an exit here.. At least...not for humans. No human has ever escaped this place...

Untrustworthy. This other entity was, most certainly, the thing that he saw from a game he played- it was only a game, unless he actually did get someone killed by playing it. Now he was really here and it was … different. He was still terrified, but… wasn’t there no exit?  He didn’t recall one. No: There was only that other ending. That one where you do that horrible thing to yourself. However, this… this other- he wasn’t acting the same as in that game from what he was seeing. Something about him was different, perhaps it was the fact that he was in a more human form, or perhaps it was the fact that he was unnaturally not… scared? He wasn’t scared. It irked him, along with another disgusting feeling of being watched. He’d glance around eventually, trying to find the source of the other piercingly hateful gaze. Xavi felt sick because of that and the other, and it was a worried kind of sick. He needed to leave. " Preferred. If there is an… exi—- ”              [ NO. HE’S NOT GOING ANYWHERE.                THAT BOY SHOULD NOT BE IN THIS                ENTIRE ’ REALITY ’ AT ALL. NOT JUST                HERE- BUT IN EVERY DROP OF THIS                REALITY OUTSIDE OF HERE AS WELL. ]

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No good. No good at all. He swallowed hard, looking around the overly familiar world- pixelated and … no- he knew where he was. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be hurt more- He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to- This was real and he was certain he’d die, for the next thing he saw was-

Floating in the other's direction, he rose a hand to his chin, cold breath hitting the surface of his claw.

"What are you doing here..? I heard you the first time you said 'no'..." he mused pissily, a groan threatening to arise from his throat.

"If you've got no business here, then I might as well show you out."

"A-Ah…" Th girl took a step back, yet trying to find something else to focus her attention on. Was this real? Was she just hallucinating?

"Hhh..." airy breathing followed by a glance downward at the child. Whiteface lifted in the air, feet touching nothing as he hovered, observing.

And there's...... that horrible smell all o̷̰̣̜̤̣v̰͖̭͇͚̻e͖͖̪̭̳̹͞r̪̮̞͇͔͇ ̸͚͈m͎͞y̩̱͕̞̞ͅ ̺̫͓͇͓̮͡r̼̻͎̫̥̼͘ͅo̖̝̯͡o̷̳̯̩̼̳̞m͙͕͖͖.͔̪.̷