[the door slams shut and suddenly, one of the interrogation room lights flickers on, illuminating the area above Crown's head. Mars has gone from wary to stunned and is now staring like ?????]
The fact that you spend your nights just dreaming about death and dying says a lot! You could be doing literally anything else and you just stick to this! Well! I want a feast! All the food I can eat and finally feeling full for once! I want to take a hot bath and have the heat linger even when it's cold and stay clean even when it's filthy out! I want my own bed and blankets and pillows that I don't have to share and no one can steal away from me so I can sleep soundly!
It's not much but it's better than all your mess, right?!
[the door creaks open, and Mars stiffens again, almost like a caged animal that wants nothing better than to bolt. he takes a step back, spooked and wary, but the chains attached to the table keep him from going too far]
[the door creaks open, and a young man dressed in LiliS's cozy, rumpled fashion pokes his head through the crack]
[THIS PERSON IS INDEED VERY SOFT!! he slips into the room fully, leaving the door wide open behind him, mouth curving into a gentle smile. the lights in the hallway are back on, too]
[Mars flushes a deep red]
Sh-- shut up.
[but there's no heat behind it. though he does lift his chained hands, tugging at the cuffs around his wrists pointedly]
[Lily puffs a gentle laugh, wrapping the blanket more firmly around him as he crosses the room to Mars, whose entire demeanor softens as the LiliS approaches]
. . .
Hey.
[but he's calling out to Crown, even though his attention is focused on the blue-haired kid]
[Mars does not give chase. Crown finds himself back in the hallway, which is now brightly lit and devoid of any bodies or blood. the elevator at the very end is open]
[Crown's surroundings suddenly distort like static on a television]
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I'm not up to anything.
But if you don't want to die, you should get out of here.
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[in fact, time to push back against the door because fuck whoever's wanting to come in.]
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[THAT IS A THING THAT JUST HAPPENED]
[the door slams shut and suddenly, one of the interrogation room lights flickers on, illuminating the area above Crown's head. Mars has gone from wary to stunned and is now staring like ?????]
What—?
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It's! A! Dream!
The fact that you spend your nights just dreaming about death and dying says a lot! You could be doing literally anything else and you just stick to this! Well! I want a feast! All the food I can eat and finally feeling full for once! I want to take a hot bath and have the heat linger even when it's cold and stay clean even when it's filthy out! I want my own bed and blankets and pillows that I don't have to share and no one can steal away from me so I can sleep soundly!
It's not much but it's better than all your mess, right?!
[GET SOME PERSPECTIVE, JFC]
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[????????????]
I— what? No, that's—
It always ends with me dying. Sometimes I take people down with me, but I always. . .?
[anyway a warm fuzzy blanket suddenly appears draped on Crown's head]
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YANKING THE BLANKET AROUND HIS SHOULDERS AND LEANING BACK AGAINST THE WALL, SO FULL OF PUFF AND HUFF!!!]
Because you're stupid, stupid.
If you don't want it to happen, then stop letting it happen!
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I don't— I don't know how?
[Crown also gets some soft pillows and a stuffed cat]
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though he will lob the stuffed cat at Mars's head.]
BE MORE IMAGINATIVE, STUPID! If ya don't wanna die, then what d'ya wanna do?!
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[yelps in surprise and scowls as he rubs his forehead]
. . . I don't know! I don't—
[there's a pause. the footsteps outside are getting louder]
Listen to music?
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[music starts to play through invisible speakers. the room is a bit brighter now, with a few more lights fluttering to life on the ceiling]
[Mars looks up, still completely bewildered, as someone from the hallway knocks on the door]
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but anyway, looking back at the door, not moving yet.]
--so who is it? It can be someone who's not interested in hurting you. Someone who you know you'll have a good time with.
[looks back to Mars.]
Who is behind this door?
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It's--
[the door creaks open, and Mars stiffens again, almost like a caged animal that wants nothing better than to bolt. he takes a step back, spooked and wary, but the chains attached to the table keep him from going too far]
[the door creaks open, and a young man dressed in LiliS's cozy, rumpled fashion pokes his head through the crack]
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Ah. Don't mind me, I'll be seeing myself out just as soon as this idiot's in a better place.
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[Mars flushes a deep red]
Sh-- shut up.
[but there's no heat behind it. though he does lift his chained hands, tugging at the cuffs around his wrists pointedly]
What do you suggest I do about this, genius?
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[those chains are all you, idiot]
Can't you come up with somewhere more comfortable than this room?
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[PUFFS, flustered and irritated, less at Crown himself and really just. . . more for show]
Some things are non-negotiable. Some things are constant. This room is one of 'em, 'cause I've never been able to escape it before.
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At least consider something comfortable for your guest.
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[FLIPS CROWN OFF]
[. . .]
[but there's suddenly a cozy looking squishy couch in the room complete with stuffed cats and mice and pillows and a fuzzy blanket B(]
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he is also unwrapping the blanket from himself and putting it around the new kid's shoulders who he then says:]
Please make sure he doesn't wallow too long.
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. . .
Hey.
[but he's calling out to Crown, even though his attention is focused on the blue-haired kid]
You should really take your own advice.
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[he'd stick out his tongue like a mature person but in fact, he just flips Mars off. HIS DREAMS AT LEAST HAVE VARIANCE, YOU FOOL!]
Sweet dreams!
[anyway, gonna flounce before Mars figures out he can entrap him or something]
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[Mars does not give chase. Crown finds himself back in the hallway, which is now brightly lit and devoid of any bodies or blood. the elevator at the very end is open]
[Crown's surroundings suddenly distort like static on a television]
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time to actually get some actual sleep.]
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[but with that thought, the entire dream shuts off into blackness, like someone turning off a television. sleep well, millennium earl]