The kitchen is immaculately clean. The space is dominated by a fridge, with a calendar next to it a large kitchen table with four chairs pulled up to it, and a clock on the wall above the sink.
On the front of the fridge door is a post-it note. The inside of the fridge is surprisingly empty, though it does contain a few very sparse items of food, like butter and ketchup, as well as a six-pack of beer.
[ Touching the clock, you experience a certain realization: you spend more time with Yato and Yukine than you do with your own family. Without them, you'd spend much of your time alone. Suddenly, the house feels much less home-y than before. It almost feels like you don't belong at all.
The calendar is flipped to January; the square January 1st, with the writing 'New Years' on it is circled in big, bold, red marker. Touching it, thoughts enter your mind: The night the stray chased me…. I was gone so late on New Years, but it's the most important holiday of the year. Why was I out alone? Why wasn't I at home with my family? Did anyone even notice I was gone so late? How could no one know I was out, or sleeping? What happened to my body while I was running away?
A dark moth, dusky in color and bearing a strange eye-shaped marking on its wings, materializes before you. Before you have a chance to stop it, it reaches the wall and is absorbed into it with a strange, liquid like rippling of the surface. You can hear the sound of a girl crying somewhere as it does. ]
Well, the crying girl, for sure, but also her spending all her time with Yato and Yukine. That's...questionable.
Although he definitely recognized that similar to what Yukine was turning into, so he decides to grab one of the chairs as he tries to find the source of the crying.]
[ As you make your way up the stairs, that feeling of not belonging remains as strong as ever. At the top of the stairs, you can only see one room down at the far end of the hallway. ]
[ Walking down the hallway, your feeling of discomfort intensifies. Something feels wrong. The floor boards beneath your feet creak. Still, something tells you that there's something important about that room at the end...
SUDDENLY the creaking beneath your feet turns into crashing and snapping the whole house seems to shake and the wood swiftly gives way, snapping and splintering to look like ragged, ugly teeth as a rift between where you are and where you want to go appears. Flakes of plaster rain down from the ceiling as just as suddenly as it began, the earthquake that has rent the upstairs in half stops. ]
[ it's very, very questionable. And worse--looking down, you can see no sign of the downstairs of the house. Or anything, for that matter; you're looking at a black chasm, as dark as it is endless, and peering at it you feel an overwhelming fear and an urge to run away. even though you know the room on the other side is important ]
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But he needs to find butterflies and there aren't in this closet, so let's back out and look in the kitchen.]
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The calendar is flipped to January; the square January 1st, with the writing 'New Years' on it is circled in big, bold, red marker. Touching it, thoughts enter your mind: The night the stray chased me…. I was gone so late on New Years, but it's the most important holiday of the year. Why was I out alone? Why wasn't I at home with my family? Did anyone even notice I was gone so late? How could no one know I was out, or sleeping? What happened to my body while I was running away?
A dark moth, dusky in color and bearing a strange eye-shaped marking on its wings, materializes before you. Before you have a chance to stop it, it reaches the wall and is absorbed into it with a strange, liquid like rippling of the surface. You can hear the sound of a girl crying somewhere as it does. ]
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Well, the crying girl, for sure, but also her spending all her time with Yato and Yukine. That's...questionable.
Although he definitely recognized that similar to what Yukine was turning into, so he decides to grab one of the chairs as he tries to find the source of the crying.]
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Nothing to do now but check upstairs.]
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SUDDENLY the creaking beneath your feet turns into crashing and snapping the whole house seems to shake and the wood swiftly gives way, snapping and splintering to look like ragged, ugly teeth as a rift between where you are and where you want to go appears. Flakes of plaster rain down from the ceiling as just as suddenly as it began, the earthquake that has rent the upstairs in half stops. ]
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Let's see if I can get a running start... he can jump way further than a normal person, so maybe..
walking back to the start of the hallway]
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HOW MUCH DO YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, SILVER!!?! ]
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WHAT'S HE SUPPOSED TO DO.
BE A HUGE COWARD AND BACK OUT HELPING SOMEONE HE CARES ABOUT A WHOLE LOT??
NO
SO JUMPING IT IS.]
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