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 Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 12:21 am
"No," came the curt reply. "Question number three," It was at this point the minipet still clinging to Quinn began to dissolve, in the form of a very slowly-turning pile of goop at his feet. It was kind of disgusting to watch, "would you sacrifice yourself to save the world?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 4:55 pm
Well, that was blunt. Quinn shouldn't be surprised, the man WAS holding a gun to his head. Though frankly he was beginning to question if the gun was real... not something he would want to press about though, so he remained silent. Instead he thought about the question, and frowned. Why would this man think his death would save the world? His life was not that valuable. Quinn was growing progressively more worried as these questions surfaced, this stranger was clearly insane. Did he think he was inside some sort of videogame, quinn being some sort of end-game boss? "No..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 12:40 pm
"No." interrupted Oz immediately, and the gun was pressed more adamantly against Quinn's head as there was the loud click of the safety unlocking.
"Question number five," it was to be noted he hadn't said the other questions, "if you could join a secret organization of super spies, find the love of your life, and live knowing you saved the entire world, would you do it."
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 5:26 pm
Quinn hadn't even asked the question aloud, and yet they somehow knew what they were thinking. Was this person psychic or had they perhaps judged from his movement? Maybe they just answered a random question in their own head. Or maybe this man was batshit crazy. What the hell kind of question was this? Was this person living in a james bond movie? It sure sounded like it. "Uhm.... Maybe? Are we typing hypothetically here?" because he was sure as hell certain there was no such thing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 5:37 pm
"Yeah, I didn't think you were cut out for it anyway," said the kid," and the passed something over to Quinn. A stapler. "See you never, hope you enjoy your ordinary extremely dull life being attacked by shadows and never knowing that you were destined for more. Also you can keep the minipet."
The minipet was currently a puddle of goop on the ground.
Oz walked slowly, very slowly towards his table and began to clean up.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 6:45 pm
He was suddenly curious about that question that wasn't asked, maybe the boy couldnt count? The thing that was attached to him was now also gone, a pile of goop on the ground. That wasn't too suspicious being in a bathroom....right? He was certain they'd seen worse. If they could see it at all.... would someone step in it and never know they actually had creepy invisible monster goo on their shoe- He stared down at the stapler, a STABLER? " HEY Wait a second!" Truly he was a bit flabbghasted about being held up by a stapler (then again a staple to the head doesn't sound pleasent either. He also chose to ignore why the man had a stapler in his pants. "I WILL enjoy my ordinary life." He whispered, clearly glad just to be done with the lunatic. He even tried to shrug past the kid and uh, rather obviously, RUN REALLY FAST AWAY.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 7:35 pm
Quinn would be allowed to enjoy his ordinary life, and for the next day, and the day after absolutely nothing happened. His symptoms however, had gotten worse: he was now seeing shadows all over the place, shadows that would occasionally acknowledge him, and grin, shadows that would crawl from under his bed and attempt to suffocate him in his sleep. He would not be able to sleep because he couldn't.
If Quinn continued like this, on the third day, everything would plummet. The shadows had begun to follow him every direction he went. They laughed and teased and mocked him without ever having to resort to words.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 8:23 pm
By the end of the second day he was already on his way back to that starbucks. He has felt fine the first day, besides trying to forget what happened. Early on the next day though he noticed more things. Out of the corner of his eye seemed to be shadows everywhere at first. He could ignore those. Even if they were smiling.... and waving... He could still ignore them. It wasn't until later that night when things got REALLY weird that he decided enough was enough. That stranger clearly did something to him, and he wanted it gone. Pronto. He hoped that creepy person was still there, or else he was really screwed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 11:31 pm
Oz was indeed there, and the minute he saw Quinn enter, he held up a minipet that nobody else could see. It was shaped like a carrot this time, with a little too many eyes, and it made a weird gravelly clink between its teeth. "Mr. Toothy missed you too.".
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 12:35 pm
Even Quinn couldn't his the relief he felt from his face as he spotted the man was still there. "What did you do to me." He managed to call out, staying as far away from 'mr toothy' and the stranger as possible. "Whatever it is, take it back."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 2:38 pm
The stranger placed Mr. Toothy back in the cage before giving Quinn the critical eye. "What did you do to yourself. It's not my fault if your own fear attracted them."
As he spoke, a shadow was crawling onto the ceiling, staring right at Quinn with a single eye. The kid didn't seem to notice it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:03 pm
"I've always been afraid of them!" He whispered urgently, noticing there was a shadow in the room with them. He was unsure which was a lesser of evils, but he still managed to somehow find himself closer to Oz as he tried to distance himself from the shadow creature. "I've made a point to avoid them for years now." Something he never told anyone, his parents saw his 'seeing things' as himself being some sort of throw-back from his first nations roots. Anyone else he told saw him as a freak, so he kept it to himself. "These things only started to show up more and more after i ran in to you, so you had to have done something."
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