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It was close to 8am...

Seven hours of being lost in the Monster dorms had driven Mot the Reaper into madness.

The black clad boil sat on the floor against a wall, staring ahead of him from within the shadow of his hat's brim. The walls were going to tell him their secrets, he was sure of it.
In his arms, he clutched a Log Book he had found early on in his journey. It had become his only companion in his ordeal. No one understood him but the book.

The reaper was getting nowhere with his staring contest with the wall. Mot slid sideways, falling onto his side and letting the log book drop from his grasp. He then proceeded to stare at the carpet. Perhaps it held more reliable information than those stuck up walls.

"I KNEW IT!!!" Mot yelled out suddenly, moving from his curled up lump state and onto all fours as he stared down at the carpet. "I was getting nowhere with the walls. Of course walls don't talk! How could I be stupid!" Mot appeared to be speaking to the carpet. It seemed like he had mistaken Jericho's voice for... the carpet speaking to him.

Mot then laid flat on the floor, his ear pressed to the carpet. "Tell me all your secrets~" He whispered harshly.

Mot yelped as he was dragged from the floor and back into a standing position. What happened? Did the floor punch him so hard he flew up? Confused, he turned to face Jericho...

...Wait, Jericho?

Mot stared at the taller boil for a while before grinning. "You're real?! Truly?!" This was no illusion, right? Was this really Jericho? He had come across so many strange things in the whole seven hours he spent wandering that it was difficult to differentiate reality from illusionary madness.

He had to be sure..

Mot grabbed the Dragon's face, squishing it in his hands to make sure it was tangible and not just something his mind had made up.

Was he okay? He looked horrible? Mot slowly tilted his head. "Feeling.." Feeling...good? Feeling lost?

"I..." Why was he here again? And why was Jericho here for that matter? "I took Mitsu home." Yeah, that's right! He had taken her home. "She had bad dreams. She couldn't sleep. She's sleeping now." Yep. He put her to bed, and tucked her in. He remembered that much. He told her stories. She said she liked the stories. What a nice ghoul~.

"Did you know the walls move? It's true."

"Sleep?" Mot asked Jericho as if that was a foreign word. "No, I didn't sleep. I can not very well sleep here. I am no monster." Mot shook his head back and forth a few times as if to emphasize the point.

"That's just silly, Jericho. And of course the walls don't move. Who said that? Moving walls. Mot the Monster.." He grinned, then started to laugh, hunching over and holding one of Jericho's shoulders for support as he laughed like a crazy person. "You're funny, man! Fuuuunnnny! Hah ha hah!!!" He laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world, yet it was hardly a laugh that seemed full of amusement. It was a nervous laugh.

He stopped laughing just enough to look up again. "Hey, so, partner.." He patted the dragon's shoulder, "I don't suppose you know how to get out of here, do you?"

"Yes. I am lost. Very lost. Lost for seven hours. Has it been seven hours? Yes, It has been. Fairly certain." The hatted reaper babbled, nodding slowly like a dipping bird. "Eyephone died. Used a pocket watch."

"You know the way?! You'll show me---" Mot suddenly looked frantic and shoved the dragon away, taking a few steps back. "Nooooo no no no. I fell for this once before. The Polar Bear tricked me. He wanted me to go swimming, but I don't think it was the swimming he really wanted. You can't fool me twice!" Mot ranted in a panic, his voice pitching and his hands outstretched as if to ward the other boil away.

Mot eyed the dragon cautiously behind his hat, backing away slowly still. "I do not want to go ice swimming." He clarified, looking over his shoulder quickly before staring back at Jericho. He knew the game! Promises of a way out, and suddenly you are nearly trapped by some fruity monster batting his eyes at you.

Mot took a few deep breaths and relented, keeping a fair distance away from the dragon. "Alright... but don't try any funny business.." He warned, waggling a finger at Jericho, then crossing his arms with a frown. No more stripping boils, thank you!

"What? Crazy?" Mot considered Jericho's question as he followed a fair distance behind him. He was crazy? Huh. Interesting.

"I don't sleep much anyway. A few hours a night. Xiu made tea. The tea helps me when I can't get sleepy." He spoke quickly, as if each sentence were point form. Mot scratched his neck and shifted his gaze around the halls they were going. No basements. A good sign.
"Why? Am I not normal at the moment?" Not that he felt normal. he felt on edge.