[Center][color=A290F5][H1]Felix Jones — MY-1801-FJ[/H1][/color][/Center]
While awaiting a response to his earlier question the boy took a moment to note the specifics of the figure's appearance. It was humanoid but seemed to be covered entirely in some kind of inky black material, broken only by a pair of staring white eyes. A pair of horns adorned the figure's head and wisps of black smoke clung close to their skin. In the flickering light, most probably would have found such a creature's appearance to be terrifying or demonic, the boy instead found himself wondering if such a creature could even speak for its seeming lack of a mouth and the mounting silence between them.

As if in response to his internal musings, the figure began to slowly shake its head, snapping the boy back to the present where he remembered his question. Realising what this meant the boy's gaze fell to the ground once more. It looked like the stranger didn't know what was going on either. Was their mind also filled with fog? Disappointed the boy sank back into his thoughts, wondering what he should do next. Ask more questions? It didn't look like the figure could talk... Try to find someone else? Meeting one person had already been difficult enough. The boy’s head spun as he tried to formulate a plan of action, the whole process seeming unfamiliar to him as though such things were normally dealt with by someone else. 

Looking up the boy noticed the figure was holding something to him, the fluffy thing they'd been carrying under their arm. The boy recognised the object as being some kind of stuffed toy, recalling having seen something similar in his room when he'd first woken up, though that one had had an appearance much closer to his own than the one being presented to him now. As the boy tentatively reached out to accept the offering he heard it, the singular word, [i][color=C1CDCD]“Friend.”[/color][/i], a momentary flicker of the lighting making it impossible tell just how the figure had spoken.

It took the boy a few moments to process the meaning behind the word, excitement beginning to well up within him as he did. The boy felt like he hadn’t had a lot of friends before, and not just because of his lack of memories, more like he wasn't sure how to make them. So when the shadowy figure offered him their friendship, the boy couldn’t help but grin. 

[color=A290F5]"Thank you!"[/color]

As he hugged his friend's peace offering, the boy noticed someone else approaching from further down the hallway. Darting behind his new friend, the boy peeked out from behind them and observed the newcomer, this one having a far more common appearance for a human, or at least one closer to the boy's own. The boy briefly wondered if he should ask the newcomer if they knew what was going on, but decided against the idea, he already had his new friend for help, even if they were of very few words.

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