[ the incredible—and a little sad—thing about dextera’s own past is that having maybe a total of four memories is that losing them doesn’t mean he loses clarity. he makes it back to the front room, and uses the fractured pieces of the doll’s body as a half-hearted trail away from it. sorry, friend.............
then he turns around, facing the interior once again.
even without knowing who, what, when, where, how, or why, the bone gently tugging him upstairs suggests that that’s where he should go. the second miracle, after finding the stairs, is that he produces a voice to accompany his search. ]
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then he turns around, facing the interior once again.
even without knowing who, what, when, where, how, or why, the bone gently tugging him upstairs suggests that that’s where he should go. the second miracle, after finding the stairs, is that he produces a voice to accompany his search. ]
...hello?
[ there was... someone else... ]