"Does anyone want to play?..." Isaac stared off into an empty room, talking to himself. It's been so long since he's seen a normal person. This loneliness that fills him was normally covered up by his friends Jeg and Alastor, but recently they haven't been around, it worried Isaac.
"I promise I wont hurt you." He smiled softly. He's honestly surprised he's sane after so many days or maybe even months inside of this basement. The days are numberless now, but he can still see daylight through the floorboards up on the roof of the first floor at least.
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"No one likes you, no one even wants to be around you any more." A voice spoke out to him, snapping him out of his daze. He didn't even know he was dreaming, which was odd, normally he knew.
"W-what?" He looked around, confused. He was sure he heard a voice, but he didn't quite understand it. "Who's there?" He stood up, prepared to attack if need be.
There was nothing, nothing filled the space around him, air, oxygen. No one was around but him, and that scared him even more.
