Wake up! Waaaaaaake up! Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup!

...what? Who are you?

Are you awake? C’mon, wakey wakey eggs and bacey!

What do you want? Stop shouting.

Nooooo! You have to get us out of here. We don’t want to die!

Die? Who’s we? Who ARE you?

Your sense of motivation! *ding*

...did you seriously just have the animated gold tooth sound there?

...yeah, so what?

I’ve gone mad.

Not yet, but soon! Which is why you have to get us out of here!

Where’s “here?” I can’t see anything...I can’t feel anything either.

Wiggle your toes?

...can’t tell.

Deal with that later. C’mon, turn on that glow and get us out of here!

Man, Ross has access to some outstanding drugs. As hallucinations go, you’re cheerfully fatalistic. I could be dead already and this is just some weird version of Purgatory. Or Hell.

No, no, trust us, we’re not dead yet. We heard them saying it would take about ten days. So get cracking! Glowglowglow!

The only thing I can hear is you. And you’re not real. And in case you hadn’t noticed, Ross found something that kept it from working. So no, I won’t be glowing anytime soon.

…I cannot believe I’m answering myself. I’ve completely cracked. At least no one’s here to see it.

Hello?

…

Right. Glow. How, precisely am I supposed to do that when I can’t hear a damn thing?

There’s no such thing as complete silence!

And you know this HOW? Where are we, anyway? I. Me. Whatever.

…

Okay, I’LL guess. I can’t see anything. I can’t hear anything. I can’t feel anything - which I could chalk up to the drugs or something more sinister - but I’m breathing. I think. So I’m either blindfolded and stashed in some sort of box, or...

Nearly there!

Some sort of suspension then...soundproofed to boot. This is Ross, so behind a hidden wall or in a vault in the ground where I’ll never be found. Full of drugs that keep me from moving and keep my powers suppressed. Or more accurately, suppress the genes that make me able to convert sound to energy. Which means I can’t escape and I will die of starvation or dehydration in about seven days.

What part of this is the silver lining again?

…hello?

…I don’t even know how long I’ve been gone. It’s been months...maybe a year? Longer. What if I manage to get out? Where do I go? I thought...but that had to have been a hallucination. He looked so tired...they both did. Except it didn’t happen. It couldn’t have. ...can I even go back?

This is why you have to get us out! Don’t you want to see him again?

...yes...even if it’s just to say goodbye.

Focus! Glowglowglow!

I can’t! I can’t focus! There’s nothing to focus on! I can’t hear anything, I can’t see anything and I am not going to be found! I’m talking to myself, worse, I’m answering myself! There’s nothing to be done! I’m going to go completely mad and then die and no one will know!

...

No one will know. I let them down. Ross won. I lost. What do you want me to do?!?

…

WHERE DID YOU GO? YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!

…

…

…

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Okay...okay...deep breath...figuratively anyway. Panic isn’t going to help. Much.

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…

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...huh. Guess there’s no such thing as complete silence after all. Even if it is my blood rushing in my ears.

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This is going to take some adjusting to...but fuck you Ross. I won’t let you kill me. Not like this.

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