-Gracia stares at her knees-
...
She loved us very much, and we loved her. And that's real.
But what's also real is that she wanted to hurt Cairo. And she tried to eat people. And one of her friends did eat someone. And that's horrible and rude and she shouldn't have. If she hadn't, she'd have been allowed to stay.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... I don't know.
I want to think that she loved us. But she decided that winning the crown was more important.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?You shouldn't. I will not pretend to have any redeeming, human, qualities. But as far as I am aware, I am the only one able to remove the memories this girl has suffered from this event. You may either allow us to stay and help her as a show of good faith, or we may take our leave now.
We have enough beings hunting us, we do not need to get the residents of this realm of realms riled up either.
But Slim! Kareena!
Hush, Cairo... we cannot help where we are not wanted...
-Cairo looks indignant-
edited 4th Feb '17 7:48:24 PM by Lunarcat
All our wishes can come true-a man is entering the main room, and heading for the basement, wearing what seems to be a camping backpack-
-in a little bit of a relieved, but hurried mood-
-not avvie by the way-
edited 4th Feb '17 7:48:27 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postA man can't get peace and quiet, can he-? -he decides to investigate, putting on a stoic face, breathing out for a moment-
-keeping his backpack on, by one strap-
-though he's casual, as if not really expecting anything to be wrong-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThat was... not the plan. I normally remove much larger chunks of time than this, in order to remove the trauma she will be kept comatose for about a week or so. When she wakes up, she will remember this all as but a fever dream from a bad illness.
Do you think we should take more memories from her, human?
All our wishes can come true-still talking through the door, not opening it- Al right, kid- Word of advice, basements can be pretty damp, so it's not a good wanking spot.
So go ahead and have fun with Rumor Has It page 3, and try to keep the noise down when your anime bodypillow hits the floor.
People're camping down here, after all. Mostly me. So if you're planning on bothering me again, I'll be in a different room.
-starts walking away from the door-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-switched to his actual face-
-but he just looks back whilst his hand is on the handle of another door- Sure you weren't. -just the most stoic, not-giving a shit about anything, face- You're a teenager, no-one's gonna put you on a witch-hunt for it. Well. I dunno, maybe the Puritans will rise again and burn you at the stake because you thought a little bit too hard about sharing beds.
-he's also wearing a camping backpack that has a tent and sleeping bag attached to it-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIndeed, it could, but that is why it is important she remembers us, we are now, too, her guardians against darkness. She must remember us in case she requires help.
She has many guardians,it seems. Now she can have two more.
What Slim is trying to say is... we're really, really sorry. We never meant for things to get out of hand. But you gotta believe him. If we don't win this Game, this place will just become another battleground for the Fears. Slim here is gonna keep it neutral territory. If we're gone, Kareena and her friends won't be protected. They'll spread from here, to her world, to everyone's.
Much as we Fears wish to expand our territory, there are far better ways than taking it from the unprepared and undeserving.
All our wishes can come trueOh- I get it now. You're a puritan... but you're in denial of your baser urges, and I happened to rain down on your indulgences that of course you don't have, because you're not a pervert, you're a good pure and innocent guy- who'd never even conceive of a long night in Paris.
Right?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

They're not 'spirits' they're 'fears' and I'm only cooperating with this one.
-she motions to Slender Man-
You don't think we wanted this to happen to her, do you?
Listen, I didn't volunteer, I was chosen for the Game, if we loose, not only do I get wiped out of existence but-
This room shall be even more open to the influences of other Fears. They shall come here to feed, to sow chaos and doubt among it's people.
All our wishes can come true