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".........I hate you.....I fucking hate you all...../so much/...." I sobbed. "I wonder if he's hollow."

2015-11-05 09:21:41

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"Don't cut him open. Wood chips would be everywhere."

2015-11-05 09:22:12

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Jesus Christ. Please, oh god, no. "It would be a mess, but I meant more of just drilling a hole or something."

2015-11-05 09:23:35

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"Do they even own a drill?"

2015-11-05 09:26:56

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"I think there's still a handheld in a drawer somewhere." No, nononoNONONO! "I'M HUMAN! I'M A HUMAN BEING! YOU PEOPLE ARE FUCKING SICK AND CRUEL, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, /WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU/?!!"

2015-11-05 09:28:43

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"Do you think that will work?"

2015-11-05 09:31:45

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"STOP IGNORING ME, STOP IGNORING ME, I HAVE FEELINGS, PLEASE, /PLEASE/, YOU'RE HURTING ME, ANSWER ME, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" "A drill is a drill."

2015-11-05 09:33:56

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"Wait...he said we're hurting him. Can he /feel/ pain?"

2015-11-05 09:34:58

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She heard me, oh thank god, she heard me! "Wood doesn't have a nervous system, much less nerve endings. So no, I don't see why he would, pun not intended." "Does it matter?! This is torture, and you're treating me like a /toy/, what are you, a psychopath??! I'm /human/! HUMAN!"

2015-11-05 09:37:52

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"He said he can feel. So I think we should stop."

2015-11-05 09:41:25

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"Oh....should we? But I don't think he was referring to that kind of pain." "...........please...please stop......!! I can't, but I want to die, I just want this to /stop/, please...! ...I'm....I'm human......"

2015-11-05 09:45:43

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"....Yeah. We should stop. I feel bad now."

2015-11-05 09:47:03

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"....okay. If you say so." He took my head back over to my body, which was curled up in a ball in front of the couch, and twisted my head back on. As soon as I was sure I was all in one piece, I got to my feet, trembling, and backed away from them, terrified and positive they were going to try and see how fast I would burn next. The second I thought I was out of range of a thrown match, I turned and ran for my closet, slamming it shut behind me and stacking as many things as I could so it couldn't slide open again. Then I broke down crying, not even able to really /cry/, arms wrapped around myself and shaking like a leaf.

2015-11-05 09:52:36

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She watched as he ran to the closet. "...Yeaaah. I think we freaked him out."

2015-11-05 09:55:05

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"Maybe a little, but he does tend to overreact. Oh, there was one really interesting thing, though." What was his problem? Kinsley'd just been explaining how he worked.

2015-11-05 09:57:13

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"Hmm?"

2015-11-05 09:57:35

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"He really /is/ Pinocchio, his nose grows when he lies and everything. I got him to say that he was lying, and it didn't grow, but it wasn't that nothing happened either. It snapped off."

2015-11-05 09:58:29

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"/Holy shit./ That's really cool!"

2015-11-05 09:59:18

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"It is, and your question is finally answered. I don't think he likes me anymore because of that, though, if he ever did."

2015-11-05 10:00:51

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"Oh well. At least we finally figured it out after all this time."

2015-11-05 10:01:33

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"Even if it wasn't a real answer, there's one thing cleared up. Don't you have a psychology project coming up? Maybe you could research the psychological effect of being trapped in a puppet's body."

2015-11-05 10:03:22

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"Ohhhh! I totally could. Wanna head to the library and see what we can find? I'm sure he's not going to help us at this point."

2015-11-05 10:04:47

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"Gladly. Hm. He couldn't exactly lie to us, so we could /probably/ ask."

2015-11-05 10:05:24

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"Maybe. Lets come back some other time. He might need his space."

2015-11-05 10:06:08

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"Right. Another time. Zane might help get answers out of him." He took her hand and held the door open.

2015-11-05 10:09:28