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villifiedforviewsThe Spirit wakes up already standing.
He's in the cabin already, which is understandable. That's where he should be. He can hear voices, faintly in his ear, but they aren't talking about him, so he doesn't pay it any attention. They're running through light and sound checks, or something like that. Some days he knows just what they're talking about, can see the show for what it is.
Other days, he can't really piece together what's real and what's not. That feels like what's happening today. He thinks this is a show, but the pieces of information leave his head the moment he collects them. There's a pain on either side of his scalp, but it's tolerable. What isn't, for some reason, is the dull ache in his chest. Like... something was clawed out, or something? He can't reach up to check it. He doesn't want to. He wasn't told to, so he won't.
The show starts in five minutes, someone says. Something starts in five minutes, though he's not sure what. It'll probably be fun though. He'll make a few jokes, scare whoever walks in a few times. Someone will laugh, and it'll feel nice.
It will, right?
He hears something else besides muffled voices now. It sounds like TV static. Did he leave it on? That seems like a problem. He should fix that, before whatever is supposed to happen happens.
He's able to move sluggishly over to the door towards the living room, pushing it open. The TV is on, but when he enters, he notices something else. Someone's laying on the couch? Someone... familiar, but wrong.
"Who...?"
His voice is wrong. He doesn't sound funny enough. Someone mutters something about getting the technician back in, and he doesn't want that, so he falls silent. He still watches, though, wondering why this stranger, this intruder, feels like much more than that.
He's in the cabin already, which is understandable. That's where he should be. He can hear voices, faintly in his ear, but they aren't talking about him, so he doesn't pay it any attention. They're running through light and sound checks, or something like that. Some days he knows just what they're talking about, can see the show for what it is.
Other days, he can't really piece together what's real and what's not. That feels like what's happening today. He thinks this is a show, but the pieces of information leave his head the moment he collects them. There's a pain on either side of his scalp, but it's tolerable. What isn't, for some reason, is the dull ache in his chest. Like... something was clawed out, or something? He can't reach up to check it. He doesn't want to. He wasn't told to, so he won't.
The show starts in five minutes, someone says. Something starts in five minutes, though he's not sure what. It'll probably be fun though. He'll make a few jokes, scare whoever walks in a few times. Someone will laugh, and it'll feel nice.
It will, right?
He hears something else besides muffled voices now. It sounds like TV static. Did he leave it on? That seems like a problem. He should fix that, before whatever is supposed to happen happens.
He's able to move sluggishly over to the door towards the living room, pushing it open. The TV is on, but when he enters, he notices something else. Someone's laying on the couch? Someone... familiar, but wrong.
"Who...?"
His voice is wrong. He doesn't sound funny enough. Someone mutters something about getting the technician back in, and he doesn't want that, so he falls silent. He still watches, though, wondering why this stranger, this intruder, feels like much more than that.
