video 01 | Aortic Aneurysm

[clussy]

(You know who is not going to react to this situation decently no matter how many times it's explained to him? Eddie. You know who doesn't have a good game face against fear? Also Eddie. He's alone, he needs an adult, and he's pretty sure they don't restock on inhalers here. He knew he didn't need it, not technically, but he also knew that his lungs were contracting at a rate that lead to hyperventilating and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what an asthma attack was all about. He was having an asthma attack. Maybe. His body was thinking about it.

By the way, he's definitely just been staring at the video for a couple of silent seconds, his jaw working back and forth as he just tried to remind himself that he was actually capable of breathing. This kid......)

My mom's going to fucking kill me.

(The words are whispered under his breath and he would think twice about swearing if he realized how many adults might be watching this video. He was enough of a loser that he could get the whole communication device thing, really, that was fine. But he wasn't quite able to wrap his mind around the full extent of it all.

After a second, he decides fuck it. He needs his inhaler. It goes up, he gives it a few shakes, and takes a deep, deep breath in with it. Holds. Holds.

Then his whole body deflates, his eyes rolling up. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would talk to the police in Derry. Ha. If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke ever. When he speaks next, his voice is pitched higher than before, that typical 'I'm trying super hard to be polite and endearing' voice that he uses to call his mom 'mommy' when he's real apologetic. He's not even trying to be a suck up. The kid's just scared.)

Um. My name's Eddie Kaspbrak. I'm Sonia Kaspbrak's son and I definitely need to be home for dinner which is like, in an hour. So if anyone can help...I would really appreciate it.

.....God, I really hope this isn't that creep who was taking all those kids.

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[inconsequence]

[So what's with this sassy, lost child? Did this place have a deficiency of them? Did whatever has taken the place of the Ingress think that the place needed more worthless human children to wander, depraved and worthless, until something terrible inevitably happens?]

[Whatever the case, it is not his species that tempts their hand, but his words.]

A pity. You won't be home for a long while yet.
Assuming you ever return home at all.

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[clussy]

(Eddie instantly decides he does not like the text option. At least not right now when he's still feeling paranoid about where he is and the potential threat of someone who wanted nothing more than to hurt kids his own age.

He is a pretty worthless human child though. Like, even more than most normal human children.)

When you say a long while do you mean a couple hours, a day, or...more.





Okay so more.
Yeah. That's great but my mom will literally tear apart the entire country to find me and it won't be pretty.

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[inconsequence]

[Text is so much more suitable for composing eloquent manifestos that conceal the fact that you're a knife-wielding toddler being direct. Is it not?]

Then I would venture that it's a good thing you aren't on whatever planet from which you originated, either.
I would presume Earth?

[clussy]

(God bless the moment Eddie finds out whoever this is is more close to his own age. He isn't totally without a spine. But for now...Well.)

Well.
Yeah. Where are you from?

(He can't help but get a teensy excited here because:)

Are you from Mars or something?

[inconsequence]

[Another excellent reason to remain anonymous. For the time being.]

Close! I'm from somewhere just as burning and just as likely to kill any who sets foot into its red rinsed domain without adequate protection.




I believe your quaint mortal terms would call it "Hell".

[clussy]

(Eddie can believe a lot. But he's raised in the time period where not too many people have used the Bible in any other way besides..well..biblical ways.

So he just stares at his device with an unamused look on his face. For him? Hell was a real place, had been told it was real all his life, and for someone to be from there? Tch. It sounded more fake than what he was dealing with on this whole space ship quest thing.)

Right. Sure you are. What part of Hell?

[inconsequence]

The deepest and furthest circle of it.
I believe they call it the Devil's mouth.

Familiar with it, are you?

[clussy]

I'm trembling in fear. Does it smell bad in his mouth? I bet he doesn't brush his teeth.

Yeah decently.

[inconsequence]

You ought to be.
You are a human child lost in an unfamiliar world, and you've nothing but a demon to guide you.

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[squadgoals]

Be nice.

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[inconsequence]

I have never once been nice in my life and am offended that you would think I should start now.

[squadgoals]

You ARE nice.

Don't spook him. He's just as scared as anyone else ripped out of their own universe.

[inconsequence]

I believe that most will agree I'm "spooky" by default.

[squadgoals]

You know you don't have to play into that.

Maybe you just enjoy being a little spooky sometimes.

[inconsequence]

Is there a difference?

[squadgoals]

Aha.

Well, be nice. Not exactly any child psychologists on board.

[inconsequence]

I've no reason to sugarcoat the horrors of places such as these merely because of his age.

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[shiro2hero]

Chara...

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[inconsequence]

You rang?

[WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM OFFICER]

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[shiro2hero]

Can you please just

dial back the doom speeches? For a while?

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[inconsequence]

No such luck; "doom speeches" are at least 90% of my personality.

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[shiro2hero]

So you're not even gonna try and access that other ten percent?

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[inconsequence]

The other 10% is knives.

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[shiro2hero]

[patience yields focus patience yields focus patience yields fucking focus]

See, isn't that better than doom?

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[inconsequence]

All right.
Next time I'll be sure to stab the newly arrived lost children.
Thank you for the suggestion!