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[soulping]

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[wherethewildthingsare]

I dunno.

There was a locked door though, so let's check it now.

[Gonna check the closet.]

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[timedog]

[ SYNCHRONIZED CLOSET CHECKING ]

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[soulping]

[It's still locked.]

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[Note to self, pull Opal's hair later.]

There's an endless hallway, too. Maybe that cleared up.

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[timedog]

If not, maybe we should just try walking further down it? Maybe it's just really long!

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[wherethewildthingsare]

No...

I don't think that's it, but...before we try..

[He'll TURN ON THE LAMP. HA.]

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[timedog]

[ claps!!! ]

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[soulping]

[Another wave of hope comes through the room.

The message from the record player begins to change.]

Lift... the needle. Lift the needle. Lift the needle.

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[timedog]

Let's lift the needle!

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[He'll lift the needle, then.]

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[soulping]

[As soon as you do, it shoots off the player and careens towards the closet, shattering the record and sending the door slightly ajar.]

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[....Opal.

Please.]

Well.

That fixes that.

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[timedog]

...

That was cool.

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[wherethewildthingsare]

I guess.

[AND I GUESS WE SHOULD GO, NOW.]

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[soulping]

[Are you going into the closet, or out the other door?

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[The closet.]

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[soulping]

[You open the closet and the entire room changes. What was neat and orderly a moment ago now looks like a tornado has passed through. All the furniture is now in disarray, strewn all around. A layer of debris and filth is spread over the floor, and messages are scrawled angrily on the walls:

Why was I born?

Why didn’t they love me?

What did I do wrong?

If you look closely, you can see the writing instruments that were used to write the messages not far from where they’re written.

Additionally, you can now see a variety of objects in the closet. There’s a small model of a birthday cake, a doll, some strange kind of gun, a throw pillow that has the word “family" embroidered onto it, a small potion bottle, and… a razor?

You think you can glimpse something else at the back of the closet, but something tells you that these items are important. Perhaps you should look through them?]

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[...Let's do it, then.

Let's check the gun, first.]

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[soulping]

[Upon inspection, the gun looks like Kaito’s card gun, if you’ve ever had the chance to see it. As you pick it up, you see a memory, one filled with anger. He cares about someone who murdered your friends, enough that he’s fine with continuing to give him power - at least, that’s what you’re thinking the entire time you’re speaking to him. Caretaker might be his patron, but shouldn’t the fact that he killed people matter more than that?]

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[He makes a mental note of it.

Birthday cake next.]

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[soulping]

[The candles on the model of the cake flicker, very much alive and active. As soon as you touch the model, you receive a memory. As the memory progresses, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop… But when it does, that doesn’t stop it from hurting. You’re so ashamed and embarrassed and angry that it’s hard to speak.]

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[..Yeah, I remember this.

Checking the razor.

He really.

Is hesitant, about that one.]

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[soulping]

[As you pick up the razor, you see that it’s slick - because it’s covered in blood. Touching it gives you a memory.]

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[wherethewildthingsare]

[..Opal I'm really sorry your life sucks so bad.

Family pillow.]

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[soulping]

[The pillow is perfectly embroidered; regardless, when you pick it up, you feel a surge of anger before being treated to a memory. It’s filled with anger and sadness - you feel betrayed and abandoned. She told you she would be your family, and then she left for months. How can you trust her again after this?]