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*stares at the hand*
...Let's go.
*Walks along the edge, coming across another hand, this time a twisted amalgamation of normal-sized arms bonded together in flesh, each grabbing a small piece of the disk we stand on*
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...Let's go.
*Walks along the edge, coming across another hand, this time a twisted amalgamation of normal-sized arms bonded together in flesh, each grabbing a small piece of the disk we stand on*
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Why is a skeleton hand here?
He’s a friend.
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Oh, is this an Aunt Death?
*Stares blankly, confused*
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Uncle Death visits Dad a lot, they seem to be close. He is a skeleton.
*Responds softly*
No... not him. First friend.
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Is that Uncle Death?
*Looks at you inquisitively and confused*
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*follows*
*The next massive hand holding onto the platform is that of pure, bleached bone, and the platform seems to have grown around its grip like a living thing*
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Who can?
No one can. She’s lost.
*Wanders past the open hand and continues on across the edge of the dark circle*
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*stares at it*
What happened here?
He changed. Can’t help her now.
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*follows*
*As we walk along, another enormous hand appears, clearly belonging to Prism, but the platform had been wretched from its grasp and it bears no more weight*
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This is the person?
*Nods and then keeps walking*
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