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"You're beginning to slip, Doctor Birkin."

The voice was cold and judgmental.

"You have been given a gift, whether you know that or not."

The woman's voice came from everywhere.

"If you don't wish to continue, so be it... But I would be very disappointed."

He looked around. He was alone.

"You are more important that you know. Please, be my eyes and ears for just a little longer. You are my window into a world I crave to be apart of."

William woke from a deep slumber. The void no longer beckoned.

In the distance was a campfire. The pain was dulled, though the mutation remained. He watched as four figures huddled around the flickering flame. His grip on his pipe tightened.

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What do you remember of your past life?

William closes his eyes. For a brief moment, he could swear he felt his arm shrink. The pain dulled.

"I was a... brilliant man." He says. "G... It was mine. I had a daughter. I had a wife. I had a few... colleagues."

Even after all this time, G is what came to his mind before all else.

"I was... I just wish..."

William coughs, snapping him from his trance. The pain returned with it. No more was his vision clouded by nostalgia. He seemed to be hurt by the memories. The eye on his shoulder began to twitch.

"I was... a terrible- hrnggg- man!" He winces. "Who deserves every... second of this!"

He grabs his pipe, slamming it into a nearby window. The glass shatters and William slams himself against the wall that once held it.

"But I... had to do it."

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i want to hug you and run from you at the same time so can i do both

"Hrrghhh?" William grimaces.

If he were a dog, his head would be tilted to the side. He was... confused at how direct this one was.

"... Yes... " He shrugs. "Urghhh... Yes?"

He hadn't been hugged in a while. Not since his daughter was young. She was the only thing worth hugging, and even then, he rarely found time to do so. Even when he did, the hugs were half-hearted. He had work to be done. He wanted to give his daughter a hug because he knew she wouldn't stop bothering him until she got one.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss it...

And how he wished he got to do it more.

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You're awake!

Welcome back to the world of the Waking!

- Hydrate

((p.s. Don't forget to get yourself some water Mun, glad to see you alive ;). ))

William stirs as he rises from the ground.

"Grrreeat..." He coughs. "... To be... back?"

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/// Oh boy I haven't used this blog in forever but it hasn't been tooooo long righ-

Oh.

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Soup? Soup! Soup soup. Thoughts on soup?

"What...?"

An odd question for sure, but not an unwelcome one.

"It's... good? I miss it."

A simple answer for a simple question.

He wants some soup now.

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👤 + Renato and Thalita Lyra ?

- 🪁

"The siblings?"

He seems a bit surprised.

"I've... met them. They're..."

For some reason, it feels wrong to compliment them. He knew they weren't an enemy, they're suffering just as much as he was, yet it jsut felt... strange.

"They... they have each... otherrrr's... baaack." He mumbles. "They've... helped... each otherrr... I've seen it."

He never had any siblings. He wouldn't quite get it.

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👤The Blight, Talbot Grimes

"Hrnnn..."

William sits in thought for a moment. The Blight, he knew the name well. Apparently he was something of a celebrity to the Survivors, though he wasn't sure on the specifics. All he knew what that the man named Talbot Grimes managed a feat once thought impossible.

"I can... rrrrespect him..." He growls. "I wish he werrre.... still himself..."

A dry chuckle.

"But, I'm... prrrobably... not one to talk."

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"....Sir. Have you been nice all year?" The ghostface tilt his head and keeps a save distance.

@jed-the-newspaperguy

William tilts his head to the side. A low, confused growl comes from his mouth.

"... No." He replies, sounding genuinely upset by his answer. "What, is it... Chrrristmasss... already?"

He couldn't keep track of time here. He wasn't sure if anybody could.

"Why do you... carrreee?" He asks.

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"You are smart!" The crow says, excitedly fluttering his wings.

"Do you need to eat in this world? If so, you should probably make sure you get a snack next time you raid a vending machine for water... Maybe you can talk to that Mastermind guy about getting something for your head too?"

-Hydrate

"I... don't think so." He mumbles, downing the last of his water bottle. "I haven't felt... hungrrryyy... In a while."

William had gotten food here before. The pudding from his dreams, made real upon waking up.

One look at it ruined his appetite. He was happy to learn that he didn't have to eat it.

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Would you rather be moried by the most frightening killer in your opinion, or put pepper in your eye? The one on your arm, I mean.

The eye on William's arm blinks.

"Both would... hurrrt." He groans. "I can handle a little... pepperrr..."

Anything would be better than facing the mori of the tall man in the pale mask. Despite everything that dwells in this wretched place, William found him to be more terrifying than anything. The aliens and killer dolls were one thing, but that man... he was in a league of his own. William couldn't quite place it, something just seemed so wrong about him. The way he could deny the rules of Trials so easily, his obsession with that blonde woman, and the way his weapon of choice was nothing but a mere kitchen utensil, yet he used it so effectively.

It just seemed so... evil.

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// i have been dead for a WHILE but time to start getting back to business //

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"You must have been awfully smart then." The crow says, poking at Williams chin before pausing.

"What color composition notebook is science." It asks, mischievous glint evident in its eyes, as though knowing it might start an....*interesting* debate.

-Hydrate

Despite the question being oddly specific, William knew what the crow was talking about. A weak smile formed on his face as he lifted his head up.

"Grrreeen..." He replied. "She always used... grrreeen."

William remembers this for one key reason. His daughter, Sherry, had a very detailed plan for her 5th grade year. William made time to go and get her school supplies, a very rare occasion in the life of William Birkin. Sherry had deemed the green notebook the one she intended to use for science. William couldn't help but agree. Something about the color felt... scientific. Perhaps it was because of plants being a focus during the early years of science class? School passed so quickly for himself that he didn't even remember what his school supplies looked like.

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👤 Jake Park

- a walk in the “Park”

"Jake Parrrk..." William mumbles, not quite recognizing the name immediately. "Wait, he's..." William's mind goes back to a Trial from what seemed like less than a week ago. Even though time was weird here, he still felt like he could keep track, even if he could only use vague descriptors. In this Trial, he noticed the crows were more quiet than usual, and occasionally heard the sound of a hook being sabotaged.

"He's... trrroublesome." William sighed. "... But the crrrows seem to like him... and... not many Survivors know how to brrreak the hooks... like he does."

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