dialogue prompts from the twisted ones by t. kingfisher.
it’s okay. i wouldn’t believe me, either.
well, there’s a good coffee shop. and a bad diner.
don’t stay where you’re not wanted.
if someone says they’re done with me, i take them at their word.
was that a laugh or a sob?
maybe everything would have happened anyway/
it’s in my head again, like a song that keeps replaying.
i don’t think you even realize you’re doing it, sometimes.
’home’ is the wrong word.
i took a nap in the woods.
it’s okay. i won’t hold you to it.
i had no idea it was this bad.
be careful. there are things in the woods around here.
i’ve been sleeping in the woods again.
i’m not scared, i just don’t like it.
life’s too short for people who throw fits over little things.
i bet it’s aliens. it’s always aliens.
i’m sorry. i should have done more.
it’s not okay, but it is what it is.
jesus. you being murdered?
families run on optimistic lies, sometimes.
i wanted so very much for it to not be real.
you want to talk about it? should i call someone for you?
you don’t seem the type to melt down for no reason.
this place is full of freaks, and i say that as one of them.
if you talk about it, you just sound crazy. so we don’t talk about it much.
i figured i’d come sit up with you, tonight.
i get sarcastic when i’m scared.
i won’t let you stay here alone.
don’t argue. i got a will all made out and notarized.
you’re doing a dumb thing for a good reason.
i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t a little bit curious.
looks like we don’t have much choice.
i should’ve known better than to let either of us get into this.
look, being terrified makes me hungry.
how are you not having a complete breakdown?
what right do i have to be so broken?