The lights flickered above. The pipes hissed far above, the air thick and heavy with suspense and tension that could be sliced with a hooked red claw. Doppelgänger: Yæwn. Børęđ. He muttered, ichor seeping through the ground and walls, snaking its way together in the middle of the warehouse to shape him. Dandy: You're always bored, I don't wanna here it. He growled, lifting his head from the ball he'd been curled up in. Dyle: I don't blame him. Nothing amusssing hasss happened. He hissed.
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