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[A child wanders into the archives. He looks around curiously, holding a seal plushie to his chest tightly.]

@foggy-boy

[CLICK]

[MARTIN SPOTS HIM. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND PRAYS THIS WON’T GO AS BADLY AS LAST TIME]

Hey! Uh, what are you doing here?

[The boy hears him and runs to hide behind a desk.]

[CRAP]

It’s— it’s okay! I’m not going to scold you or anything, that’s not my thing. Do you need help with anything?

[Peter peeks out from behind the desk.]

I got lost. I’m– Uh… sorry. The fog brought me here and– and I can’t bring it back…

Uh— don’t be sorry, you’re okay. You’re in the archives of the Magnus Institute, which is in the basement. We’re in Chelsea in London.

[ He slowly leaves his hiding spot, still maintaining distance between the man from the archives and himself. ]

I’ve heard about the Institute. My dad was talking about it with some man.

O-Oh! Uhm… well, I hope he said something nice? But don’t mind that. You need to get up. Do you want tea?

[ He nods. ] …Yes, please. Thank you, sir.

Alright, er— follow me, then.

[ He follows Martin, looking around nervously. ]

[MARTIN LEADS PETER TO THE BREAKROOM. HE STARTS MAKING TEA]

You said you have a dad?

[ He sits on a chair at the table. ]

Mhm! He talked about the Institute to a man in a fancy suit! His eyes were odd… Scary.

I… might know the feeling, hah. You don’t need to worry about that now though.

Do you know your dad’s phone number?

[THE KETTLE’S READY. HE STARTS POURING THE WATER]

No!

[ He watches Martin and he decides it’s not scary to talk to him. Unlike some people. He seems… kind of lonely. ]

Oh! Uhm… alright. What about your mother? Or— any other adult you can trust?

Uh… Not really. They don’t mind when I go out. I just like being on my own.

That’s… not good.

I can help you get back home? It’s, uh— really not safe for you to be out alone somewhere you don’t know.

But, uh, you said I would get a cup of tea!

[ He is trying to stay longer. Anything but coming back home. ]

I mean— yeah, you’re still getting it. It’s almost done steeping. But you still should get home?

[ He shakes his head. ] I don’t want to. Please. I want to stay here a little longer. You won’t even notice I’m here!

Oh. Uhm. Right. Yeah, okay, we can… you can stay.

[HE’S SEARCHING UP THE NUMBER FOR SOCIAL SERVICES RIGHT NOW. HE BRINGS THE TEA TO PETER]

Thank you, sir! [ He happily starts sipping the tea, watching Martin from time to time. ]

[A child wanders into the archives. He looks around curiously, holding a seal plushie to his chest tightly.]

@foggy-boy

[CLICK]

[MARTIN SPOTS HIM. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND PRAYS THIS WON’T GO AS BADLY AS LAST TIME]

Hey! Uh, what are you doing here?

[The boy hears him and runs to hide behind a desk.]

[CRAP]

It’s— it’s okay! I’m not going to scold you or anything, that’s not my thing. Do you need help with anything?

[Peter peeks out from behind the desk.]

I got lost. I’m– Uh… sorry. The fog brought me here and– and I can’t bring it back…

Uh— don’t be sorry, you’re okay. You’re in the archives of the Magnus Institute, which is in the basement. We’re in Chelsea in London.

[ He slowly leaves his hiding spot, still maintaining distance between the man from the archives and himself. ]

I’ve heard about the Institute. My dad was talking about it with some man.

O-Oh! Uhm… well, I hope he said something nice? But don’t mind that. You need to get up. Do you want tea?

[ He nods. ] …Yes, please. Thank you, sir.

Alright, er— follow me, then.

[ He follows Martin, looking around nervously. ]

[MARTIN LEADS PETER TO THE BREAKROOM. HE STARTS MAKING TEA]

You said you have a dad?

[ He sits on a chair at the table. ]

Mhm! He talked about the Institute to a man in a fancy suit! His eyes were odd… Scary.

I… might know the feeling, hah. You don’t need to worry about that now though.

Do you know your dad’s phone number?

[THE KETTLE’S READY. HE STARTS POURING THE WATER]

No!

[ He watches Martin and he decides it’s not scary to talk to him. Unlike some people. He seems… kind of lonely. ]

Oh! Uhm… alright. What about your mother? Or— any other adult you can trust?

Uh… Not really. They don’t mind when I go out. I just like being on my own.

That’s… not good.

I can help you get back home? It’s, uh— really not safe for you to be out alone somewhere you don’t know.

But, uh, you said I would get a cup of tea!

[ He is trying to stay longer. Anything but coming back home. ]

I mean— yeah, you’re still getting it. It’s almost done steeping. But you still should get home?

[ He shakes his head. ] I don’t want to. Please. I want to stay here a little longer. You won’t even notice I’m here!

[A child wanders into the archives. He looks around curiously, holding a seal plushie to his chest tightly.]

@foggy-boy

[CLICK]

[MARTIN SPOTS HIM. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND PRAYS THIS WON’T GO AS BADLY AS LAST TIME]

Hey! Uh, what are you doing here?

[The boy hears him and runs to hide behind a desk.]

[CRAP]

It’s— it’s okay! I’m not going to scold you or anything, that’s not my thing. Do you need help with anything?

[Peter peeks out from behind the desk.]

I got lost. I’m– Uh… sorry. The fog brought me here and– and I can’t bring it back…

Uh— don’t be sorry, you’re okay. You’re in the archives of the Magnus Institute, which is in the basement. We’re in Chelsea in London.

[ He slowly leaves his hiding spot, still maintaining distance between the man from the archives and himself. ]

I’ve heard about the Institute. My dad was talking about it with some man.

O-Oh! Uhm… well, I hope he said something nice? But don’t mind that. You need to get up. Do you want tea?

[ He nods. ] …Yes, please. Thank you, sir.

Alright, er— follow me, then.

[ He follows Martin, looking around nervously. ]

[MARTIN LEADS PETER TO THE BREAKROOM. HE STARTS MAKING TEA]

You said you have a dad?

[ He sits on a chair at the table. ]

Mhm! He talked about the Institute to a man in a fancy suit! His eyes were odd… Scary.

I… might know the feeling, hah. You don’t need to worry about that now though.

Do you know your dad’s phone number?

[THE KETTLE’S READY. HE STARTS POURING THE WATER]

No!

[ He watches Martin and he decides it’s not scary to talk to him. Unlike some people. He seems… kind of lonely. ]

Oh! Uhm… alright. What about your mother? Or— any other adult you can trust?

Uh… Not really. They don’t mind when I go out. I just like being on my own.

That’s… not good.

I can help you get back home? It’s, uh— really not safe for you to be out alone somewhere you don’t know.

But, uh, you said I would get a cup of tea!

[ He is trying to stay longer. Anything but coming back home. ]

[A child wanders into the archives. He looks around curiously, holding a seal plushie to his chest tightly.]

@foggy-boy

[CLICK]

[MARTIN SPOTS HIM. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND PRAYS THIS WON’T GO AS BADLY AS LAST TIME]

Hey! Uh, what are you doing here?

[The boy hears him and runs to hide behind a desk.]

[CRAP]

It’s— it’s okay! I’m not going to scold you or anything, that’s not my thing. Do you need help with anything?

[Peter peeks out from behind the desk.]

I got lost. I’m– Uh… sorry. The fog brought me here and– and I can’t bring it back…

Uh— don’t be sorry, you’re okay. You’re in the archives of the Magnus Institute, which is in the basement. We’re in Chelsea in London.

[ He slowly leaves his hiding spot, still maintaining distance between the man from the archives and himself. ]

I’ve heard about the Institute. My dad was talking about it with some man.

O-Oh! Uhm… well, I hope he said something nice? But don’t mind that. You need to get up. Do you want tea?

[ He nods. ] …Yes, please. Thank you, sir.

Alright, er— follow me, then.

[ He follows Martin, looking around nervously. ]

[MARTIN LEADS PETER TO THE BREAKROOM. HE STARTS MAKING TEA]

You said you have a dad?

[ He sits on a chair at the table. ]

Mhm! He talked about the Institute to a man in a fancy suit! His eyes were odd… Scary.

I… might know the feeling, hah. You don’t need to worry about that now though.

Do you know your dad’s phone number?

[THE KETTLE’S READY. HE STARTS POURING THE WATER]

No!

[ He watches Martin and he decides it’s not scary to talk to him. Unlike some people. He seems… kind of lonely. ]

Oh! Uhm… alright. What about your mother? Or— any other adult you can trust?

Uh… Not really. They don’t mind when I go out. I just like being on my own.

Hello There Little One!!! [ @nikolaorsinovthereal ]

[ He gasps in surprise, a little startled. ]

H–Hello? You are so tall!

I Really Am, Aren't I? [She taps a finger against her chin, as if she was thinking. The clink of porcelain touching together can be heard as she taps once. Twice. Thrice.]

[ He keeps watching her rather cautiously, but there is curiosity there too. ]

Who are you?

[Oh boy! Her favorite line!} Well. My Dear Father Called Me Nikola! And Then I Killed Him!!!

So, I Thought I Deserved His Last Name As Well. Which Makes Me Nikola Orsinov!

And Who Might You Be, Little One?

[ He has never heard of her. He is quite scared. ]

Oh! Well– Good to meet… I think?

I’m no one, really… Peter.

Peter....... I See! Well It Is Nice To Meet You As Well, Peter!

[Yummy fear....]

Are you made of plastic?

Mostly Porcelain, But I Have Plastic Face-Plates! They Are Quite Inconvenient So I Never Use Them.

[ He nods, some fog gathering around him protectively. ]

That’s cool.

Oh. Ew. [She looks at the fog as if it were a pest.] Can You Disperse Of That... Thing?

[ He only notices it when she points it out. ]

Oh! I’m sorry.. uh– It just appears sometimes. I don’t control it.

...Fine. It Can Stay I Suppose.

It’s not scary! Look, it’s just trying to keep me comfortable.

[ It embraces Peter and the kid gives her a thumbs up. ]

[She grumbles, but makes no further comment on the fog.] OH! Before I Forget. Little Peter, Have You Perhaps Seen A Man Pass By? He's About Yay Tall, Atrocious Skin, And Also Wearing A Lot Of Green. [She places her hand near her hip to signify the man's height.]

[ Peter thinks for a moment, scrunching his nose. ]

Uh… I don’t think so? Not today. But I saw someone similar once!

Hello There Little One!!! [ @nikolaorsinovthereal ]

[ He gasps in surprise, a little startled. ]

H–Hello? You are so tall!

I Really Am, Aren't I? [She taps a finger against her chin, as if she was thinking. The clink of porcelain touching together can be heard as she taps once. Twice. Thrice.]

[ He keeps watching her rather cautiously, but there is curiosity there too. ]

Who are you?

[Oh boy! Her favorite line!} Well. My Dear Father Called Me Nikola! And Then I Killed Him!!!

So, I Thought I Deserved His Last Name As Well. Which Makes Me Nikola Orsinov!

And Who Might You Be, Little One?

[ He has never heard of her. He is quite scared. ]

Oh! Well– Good to meet… I think?

I’m no one, really… Peter.

Peter....... I See! Well It Is Nice To Meet You As Well, Peter!

[Yummy fear....]

Are you made of plastic?

Mostly Porcelain, But I Have Plastic Face-Plates! They Are Quite Inconvenient So I Never Use Them.

[ He nods, some fog gathering around him protectively. ]

That’s cool.

Oh. Ew. [She looks at the fog as if it were a pest.] Can You Disperse Of That... Thing?

[ He only notices it when she points it out. ]

Oh! I’m sorry.. uh– It just appears sometimes. I don’t control it.

...Fine. It Can Stay I Suppose.

It’s not scary! Look, it’s just trying to keep me comfortable.

[ It embraces Peter and the kid gives her a thumbs up. ]

Hello There Little One!!! [ @nikolaorsinovthereal ]

[ He gasps in surprise, a little startled. ]

H–Hello? You are so tall!

I Really Am, Aren't I? [She taps a finger against her chin, as if she was thinking. The clink of porcelain touching together can be heard as she taps once. Twice. Thrice.]

[ He keeps watching her rather cautiously, but there is curiosity there too. ]

Who are you?

[Oh boy! Her favorite line!} Well. My Dear Father Called Me Nikola! And Then I Killed Him!!!

So, I Thought I Deserved His Last Name As Well. Which Makes Me Nikola Orsinov!

And Who Might You Be, Little One?

[ He has never heard of her. He is quite scared. ]

Oh! Well– Good to meet… I think?

I’m no one, really… Peter.

Peter....... I See! Well It Is Nice To Meet You As Well, Peter!

[Yummy fear....]

Are you made of plastic?

Mostly Porcelain, But I Have Plastic Face-Plates! They Are Quite Inconvenient So I Never Use Them.

[ He nods, some fog gathering around him protectively. ]

That’s cool.

Oh. Ew. [She looks at the fog as if it were a pest.] Can You Disperse Of That... Thing?

[ He only notices it when she points it out. ]

Oh! I’m sorry.. uh– It just appears sometimes. I don’t control it.

Hello There Little One!!! [ @nikolaorsinovthereal ]

[ He gasps in surprise, a little startled. ]

H–Hello? You are so tall!

I Really Am, Aren't I? [She taps a finger against her chin, as if she was thinking. The clink of porcelain touching together can be heard as she taps once. Twice. Thrice.]

[ He keeps watching her rather cautiously, but there is curiosity there too. ]

Who are you?

[Oh boy! Her favorite line!} Well. My Dear Father Called Me Nikola! And Then I Killed Him!!!

So, I Thought I Deserved His Last Name As Well. Which Makes Me Nikola Orsinov!

And Who Might You Be, Little One?

[ He has never heard of her. He is quite scared. ]

Oh! Well– Good to meet… I think?

I’m no one, really… Peter.

Peter....... I See! Well It Is Nice To Meet You As Well, Peter!

[Yummy fear....]

Are you made of plastic?

Mostly Porcelain, But I Have Plastic Face-Plates! They Are Quite Inconvenient So I Never Use Them.

[ He nods, some fog gathering around him protectively. ]

That’s cool.

Hello There Little One!!! [ @nikolaorsinovthereal ]

[ He gasps in surprise, a little startled. ]

H–Hello? You are so tall!

I Really Am, Aren't I? [She taps a finger against her chin, as if she was thinking. The clink of porcelain touching together can be heard as she taps once. Twice. Thrice.]

[ He keeps watching her rather cautiously, but there is curiosity there too. ]

Who are you?

[Oh boy! Her favorite line!} Well. My Dear Father Called Me Nikola! And Then I Killed Him!!!

So, I Thought I Deserved His Last Name As Well. Which Makes Me Nikola Orsinov!

And Who Might You Be, Little One?

[ He has never heard of her. He is quite scared. ]

Oh! Well– Good to meet… I think?

I’m no one, really… Peter.

Peter....... I See! Well It Is Nice To Meet You As Well, Peter!

[Yummy fear....]

Are you made of plastic?

Hello There Little One!!! [ @nikolaorsinovthereal ]

[ He gasps in surprise, a little startled. ]

H–Hello? You are so tall!

I Really Am, Aren't I? [She taps a finger against her chin, as if she was thinking. The clink of porcelain touching together can be heard as she taps once. Twice. Thrice.]

[ He keeps watching her rather cautiously, but there is curiosity there too. ]

Who are you?

[Oh boy! Her favorite line!} Well. My Dear Father Called Me Nikola! And Then I Killed Him!!!

So, I Thought I Deserved His Last Name As Well. Which Makes Me Nikola Orsinov!

And Who Might You Be, Little One?

[ He has never heard of her. He is quite scared. ]

Oh! Well– Good to meet… I think?

I’m no one, really… Peter.

Hello There Little One!!! [ @nikolaorsinovthereal ]

[ He gasps in surprise, a little startled. ]

H–Hello? You are so tall!

I Really Am, Aren't I? [She taps a finger against her chin, as if she was thinking. The clink of porcelain touching together can be heard as she taps once. Twice. Thrice.]

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[ He keeps watching her rather cautiously, but there is curiosity there too. ]

Who are you?

Hello There Little One!!! [ @nikolaorsinovthereal ]

[ He gasps in surprise, a little startled. ]

H–Hello? You are so tall!

[A child wanders into the archives. He looks around curiously, holding a seal plushie to his chest tightly.]

@foggy-boy

[CLICK]

[MARTIN SPOTS HIM. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND PRAYS THIS WON’T GO AS BADLY AS LAST TIME]

Hey! Uh, what are you doing here?

[The boy hears him and runs to hide behind a desk.]

[CRAP]

It’s— it’s okay! I’m not going to scold you or anything, that’s not my thing. Do you need help with anything?

[Peter peeks out from behind the desk.]

I got lost. I’m– Uh… sorry. The fog brought me here and– and I can’t bring it back…

Uh— don’t be sorry, you’re okay. You’re in the archives of the Magnus Institute, which is in the basement. We’re in Chelsea in London.

[ He slowly leaves his hiding spot, still maintaining distance between the man from the archives and himself. ]

I’ve heard about the Institute. My dad was talking about it with some man.

O-Oh! Uhm… well, I hope he said something nice? But don’t mind that. You need to get up. Do you want tea?

[ He nods. ] …Yes, please. Thank you, sir.

Alright, er— follow me, then.

[ He follows Martin, looking around nervously. ]

[MARTIN LEADS PETER TO THE BREAKROOM. HE STARTS MAKING TEA]

You said you have a dad?

[ He sits on a chair at the table. ]

Mhm! He talked about the Institute to a man in a fancy suit! His eyes were odd… Scary.

I… might know the feeling, hah. You don’t need to worry about that now though.

Do you know your dad’s phone number?

[THE KETTLE’S READY. HE STARTS POURING THE WATER]

No!

[ He watches Martin and he decides it’s not scary to talk to him. Unlike some people. He seems… kind of lonely. ]

[A child wanders into the archives. He looks around curiously, holding a seal plushie to his chest tightly.]

@foggy-boy

[CLICK]

[MARTIN SPOTS HIM. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND PRAYS THIS WON’T GO AS BADLY AS LAST TIME]

Hey! Uh, what are you doing here?

[The boy hears him and runs to hide behind a desk.]

[CRAP]

It’s— it’s okay! I’m not going to scold you or anything, that’s not my thing. Do you need help with anything?

[Peter peeks out from behind the desk.]

I got lost. I’m– Uh… sorry. The fog brought me here and– and I can’t bring it back…

Uh— don’t be sorry, you’re okay. You’re in the archives of the Magnus Institute, which is in the basement. We’re in Chelsea in London.

[ He slowly leaves his hiding spot, still maintaining distance between the man from the archives and himself. ]

I’ve heard about the Institute. My dad was talking about it with some man.

O-Oh! Uhm… well, I hope he said something nice? But don’t mind that. You need to get up. Do you want tea?

[ He nods. ] …Yes, please. Thank you, sir.

Alright, er— follow me, then.

[ He follows Martin, looking around nervously. ]

[MARTIN LEADS PETER TO THE BREAKROOM. HE STARTS MAKING TEA]

You said you have a dad?

[ He sits on a chair at the table. ]

Mhm! He talked about the Institute to a man in a fancy suit! His eyes were odd… Scary.

[A child wanders into the archives. He looks around curiously, holding a seal plushie to his chest tightly.]

@foggy-boy

[CLICK]

[MARTIN SPOTS HIM. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND PRAYS THIS WON’T GO AS BADLY AS LAST TIME]

Hey! Uh, what are you doing here?

[The boy hears him and runs to hide behind a desk.]

[CRAP]

It’s— it’s okay! I’m not going to scold you or anything, that’s not my thing. Do you need help with anything?

[Peter peeks out from behind the desk.]

I got lost. I’m– Uh… sorry. The fog brought me here and– and I can’t bring it back…

Uh— don’t be sorry, you’re okay. You’re in the archives of the Magnus Institute, which is in the basement. We’re in Chelsea in London.

[ He slowly leaves his hiding spot, still maintaining distance between the man from the archives and himself. ]

I’ve heard about the Institute. My dad was talking about it with some man.

O-Oh! Uhm… well, I hope he said something nice? But don’t mind that. You need to get up. Do you want tea?

[ He nods. ] …Yes, please. Thank you, sir.

Alright, er— follow me, then.

[ He follows Martin, looking around nervously. ]

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[ A cloud of fog appears and a boy falls to the ground with a thump. He looks around, trying to figure out where he is. ]

@foggy-boy

Jasper looks wide eyed at the new arrival, then pokes him curiously.

Helloooo? How did you get in here?