A Lesson on Insanity Part 4 || i.n
stalker!isaac night x reader
contains: arguments, harmful acts such as choking, removal of clothes, mentions of alcohol consumption, coercion, manipulation, the usual 😉
a/n: i’ve been sooooo busy guys. i’ve had this finished for a while but ive had no time to post. ive been working on part five so hopefully that’s out in the next week or so.
till death do us part… or in your case, death seemed to bring you and isaac night closer together than ever.
the walk to iago tower was aggravating. through the rain and the wind, isaac night regularly had to sit down to catch his breath. your clothes were soaked through, your hair stuck to your skin. it was a silent walk. he refused to speak to you, out of defiance and fear. he wasn’t ready to accept the help even though he knew he desperately needed it. he wasn’t ready for the dynamic to shift between the two of you.
your impatience with him didn’t help the situation either. you tapped your foot in annoyance, towering over him by a bench.
“you can leave, you know” isaac dismisses you.
“and what happens if you decide to do something stupid?” you roll your eyes.
“wouldn’t be the first time” he admits.
the noise that leaves your lips is somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “at least you’re aware of your stupidity”
iago tower is cold and dark. isaac rests against the inside wall of the elevator. he breathes in deeply. he doesn’t express any sort of gratitude or thankfulness for you basically pulling his body all the way across campus. he doesn’t dare to make eye contact with you.
you shiver, the chill in the air mixed with your drenched clothes provided no comfort. you make a mental note to take a hot bath later to ease the chill in your bones.
the elevator slows to a stop with a high pitched groan. you push the doors open and look around. iago tower had always been shrouded in mystery during your time at nevermore. referred to as more of a lab where many professors spent their time tinkering away, was now a makeshift home to the boy beside you.
you notice piles of notebooks and loose sheets of paper. you think of making a snobby comment about his hoarding behaviour but quickly decide against it. instead you reach for a small lamp, lighting it with a quick flick of your wrist. you turn back to isaac who is hobbling out of the elevator slowly. his focus is on the ground.
“is there anything else you need help with?” you ask, watching him head towards the stairs that lead to the upper most section of iago tower. “are you stupid? you want to go up there?” it’s a mix of an exclamation and a question in one.
“my clothes are up here” he words are blunt and emotionless.
“if you expect me to dress you, think again” you walk over to him. your hand rests against his lower back, in an awkward attempt to guide him up the stairs.
“i’m dying and you’re still giving me sarcasm?” it’s a horrible attempt at a joke on isaac’s end. the mention of death tugs at you. you can’t tell if your heart rate just picked up or if it stopped completely.
“don’t expect anything less or anything more than that, night” you keep up the harsh persona through your tone of voice. the expression on your face paints a different story.
the upper section of iago tower had been transformed into a makeshift bedroom. a small bed was tucked away in a dark corner and beside it was a chest of drawers. it was a simple yet sad set up.
“shit.” you drag out. “how long have you been sleeping up here?”
“long enough for me to call it home” isaac drags himself to his bed. he is no hurry to change out of the wet clothes, exhaustion overtaking his body.
you’re disgusted by his answer. it makes your stomach churn. “this is no way to live. i’m guessing francoise doesn’t know about this either?” your question sinks into him, guilt rising up into his throat. you notice his solemn behaviour. “i’m sorry” you rush. “i shouldn’t have said that” you look away from him, opting to look down the staircase.
“i haven’t had the energy to decorate” he confesses. “i’ve been living out of iago tower for at least a year now” you hear the bed creak and there’s the distinct sound of footsteps shuffling.
you shake your head. “here let me do it for you” you head straight to the chest of drawers. each drawer is exceptionally neat, completely opposite to his workspace downstairs. you reach for something simple yet something warm for him to change into.
isaac night looks at you with expectant eyes. he takes the clothes out of your hands and you head back towards the staircase, giving him some sort of privacy.
your mind barely registers it.
you look over shoulder to look at isaac.
“you heard me. stay. please. if i need your help, we both have to overcome this awkward stage” it’s a fact. if you did really want to help him in his final weeks, you’d have to expect to help him with everything. no matter how intimate.
you turn on your heels. you prop yourself up against the wall, getting comfortable. you’re still quite far away from him, at least ten metres. you don’t dare to close the gap between the two of you.
he pulls his coat off first. it’s slow. he doesn’t look at you, instead he focuses on the buttons which held the fabric around his body. it drops off of his shoulders and sits on the bed underneath him. his head shifts positions, moving towards you just enough to look at you in the darkness of iago tower. his slim hands reach for the buttons on the shirt underneath his coat. the shirt is plain, white, thinning. you see the glow of his mechanical heart underneath it.
this wasn’t the first time you had seen him shirtless. your mind flicks back to the brief memory in crackstones crypt, where his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the fragile yet fascinating heart. the memory quickly goes dark, remembering how he had stalked you all the way to the crypt just to scare you and coerce you.
you feel your heart jump into your throat. you try to swallow the feeling away, gulping air down as you do so. it’s silent except for the sound of rain and the occasional squeak of the bed.
isaac night pulls the shift off of his shoulders before gently tossing it to the floor. the shirt lands at his feet in a small pile.
his frame is thin, not sickly thin like you had been expecting but thin enough that any strong gust of wind could’ve swooped him up and blown him away if it really wanted to. there’s a thin outline of abs, not ones that had been defined by any form of exercise, but ones that were defined by a lack of nutrition and the slow process of death.
has your heart stopped again, or is it beating so fast you can’t recognise every individual beat?
“you can come closer you know” his voice is quiet, like the two of you had snuck off somewhere and were trying your hardest to not get caught.
you don’t respond. your body is tense. suddenly you have become so aware of yourself, you no longer know what to do.
this was… new. you felt out of place.
“hey” isaac snaps you out of your bubble. “did you hear me?”
you smile nervously and mentally facepalm yourself. “yes”
“i’m inviting you over here” he explains himself.
“only for assistance” you respond. it’s almost cold in tone. you didn’t mean to sound so rude but you didn’t want isaac night noticing the heat that had risen up into your face.
you sit down uncomfortably on the end of the bed, furthest away from isaac. at some point you had lost caring about your wet clothes. now you were solely focused on him. you can hear the slight ticking of his heart, the noise bounces off the walls and pounds deep in your ears.
“i need help” his voice rings in your ears and you snap your head up to look at him. he looks at with the innocence of a child.
“i shouldn’t” you whisper.
“you won’t hurt me” he reassures you.
it doesn’t help. “i don’t think im up for this” you sigh defeatedly. “i-i can’t help you. i’m sorry” you stand from the bed and immediately head towards the stairs. “i’ll come by every day when i can. i’ll bring food and your homework” you don’t turn to look at him. you can’t look at him. you don’t know what you’d do if you did look at him.
isaac night doesn’t protest.
you slam the door shut behind you. your room is warm, and a whole lot brighter than what iago tower was. francoise is sitting on her bed, reading a book.
“so…..” francoise doesn’t continue her sentence, instead waiting for you to talk.
“he’s in iago tower” you confess.
“as usual. did anything else happen?” she stands up, heading over to your side of the room. you peel your jumper off and toss it on to the floor.
“was something else supposed to happen?” you ask her, reaching for clean pyjamas.
“pyjamas?” francoise asks confused. “you’re not coming to the party tonight?”
you look at the girl confused. “party?”
“yeah. out in one of the unoccupied art sheds. morticia invited us. it’s just a word of mouth sorta party you know? oh and if you want, you could bring isaac along?” you can hear the smile in her voice.
“i need to bathe first but ill go ask him later” you half lie. you will go visit him later but you won’t tell him about the party. in fact you might even go and stay with him instead of going to the party. parties had never really been your thing anyway.
you open the door to the bathroom and shut it behind you. the bathroom isn’t anything fancy or special. the walls were beginning to shift to a sickly sort of yellow, and the light was on its way out. creepy but totally nevermore. the bath was small in length and way too deep. everything was out of proportion.
you turn the water on, cranking the tap all the way to the left, opting for a hot bath. you turn to look at yourself in the small mirror. clothes stuck to your body in a cold wet embrace. isaac’s face flashes through your memory, burning you and taunting you at the same time.
you replay it all over and over again. from the confession of his impending doom, to him pulling the clothes off of his body.
what would’ve happened if you stayed there any longer?
what could’ve happened if you let go of your fears?
you couldn’t. you wouldn’t dare to think about every possible imagined future that there was. you don’t dare to picture a healthier isaac, a happier isaac who genuinely enjoyed your company. you don’t dare to think about what could’ve been.
from the weird dynamic that was way past the point of enemies, to whatever you had shifted into now.
the thought of dunking your head under the water in the bath consumed your mind. it felt like you were going insane.
“hey it’s just me” francoise pokes her head in the bathroom. “you seem off. is there anything you wanted to discuss?” her voice is calm, curious even.
you peel your clothes off before climbing into the bath. you try your best to remain emotionless but you can sense that francoise knew something was up. you look up to take in the features of the younger girl. she didn’t look like her older brother, isaac. her eyes weren’t sunken in and dark and her cheeks weren’t hollow and gauntly like his were. francoise wasn’t dying like isaac was.
“we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” francoise sits beside the bath on the floor. “we can sit in silence. like what we’ve always done” she smiles.
this wasn’t a new thing between you and francoise. you had spent several nights over the years sitting beside the bath next to her, in silence, whilst she calmed herself down. you would hold her hand and rub it soothingly until she stopped choking on her breath. you understood the importance of controlling her emotions.
“it’s isaac. isn’t it?” francoise asks. “he’s an idiot i know” she rests her head on the she of the bath. “but it’s ok. i’m here” the words soothed your body.
“i don’t want to talk about it” you confess quietly. you dig your nails into the palm of your hand that rested under the water. it was a coping mechanism, not a good one but it kept you grounded.
francoise looks into your eyes. she knows you’re lying. she can see how hesitant you are. she knows how to read body language. “that’s… okay” you can see she’s choosing her words carefully. “no night out then?”
you bite your lip. “i should visit him after dinner. at least bring him a plate of food since he’s so busy”
“how do you feel about him?” francoise interrogates.
you turn your head to face her. you don’t know how to answer the question she just asked. “he’s a complete idiot” you burst out in a little laugh and you feel your muscles ease.
francoise laughs with you. “that’s not what i mean” she smiles kindly, before reaching over the bath to put a hand on your chest. “how do you feel in there when you look at him?”
you think. memories flash in your mind. from the incessant stalking from his end, to jump scaring you back into crackstones crypt. every memory bubbles deep inside of you.
you think back to his hands on your waist. the clinking of his cane on the concrete. the smell of his dirty hair. the stupid nickname, doll, that he’d only ever call you when he wanted you mad. the davinci hands that would snake around your body and trip you over whenever they had the chance to. the whispered threats in dark corners away from spying eyes. the insensitive questions he’d ask about your past life. the time not so long ago he untied you from a chair whilst not breaking eye contact. waking up to find him in your room with francoise.
the way he made you watch him undress himself up in iago tower.
“he’s thinks this is all some stupid game doesn’t he? he makes me mad then he makes me question my sanity and then he-“
“how does he make you feel?” francoise interrupts you.
you open your mouth to answer but nothing comes out. you furrow your brows in frustration.
“exactly” you see the girl smile in your peripheral vision. you don’t dare make eye contact with her. “that’s what it’s like to love someone” her words are like a knife to your heart. they don’t hurt you but they make you stop and think.
“i am not in love with isaac night” you huff.
“of course you are” francoise laughs. “i totally understand why you don’t want to admit though. he is, like you said, an idiot”
you turn your body, laying on your right side to face francoise. “i’ve never been in love before” you admit quietly.
there’s a proud look on your best friends face. “not even a crush?” you shake your head. prior to this moment, you had never experienced any romantic feelings in your life. not even before you died. “aww i feel like a proud parent” francoise smiles brightly.
“that was not a confession” you huff.
“oh sure it was. you don’t need to outright say that you love him but you stating that you’ve never been in love, is enough of a love confession for me”
you glare at francoise. it’s more of a warning than a threat.
“you have to go up there and tell him!”
your eyes widen. “what?!”
“yes you heard me! you have to tell him before he goes insane up in iago tower”
“you’re telling me he was sane to begin with?” the two of you burst out laughing at your comment.
francoise helps you out of the bath and wraps a towel around your naked body. “so…. i’m hoping you’re not going to be reaching for pyjamas” she lifts herself up onto the vanity in front of you.
“you’re pretty eager to go to this party aren’t you?” you crack a smile as you dry yourself off.
“who said you’re going to the party?”
“francoise i understand you’re trying to play wingwoman right now but-“
“you need time to process it all? i get it. i’ve been through this before” she comforts you.
the dining hall, like usual is loud. you line up behind francoise, trays in hands, waiting to be served dinner. gomez and morticia stand behind you, whispering to themselves quietly. a pile of slop, resembling pasta of some sort is chucked onto your tray. you grimace.
“oh” francoise sighs, the two of you walking off to find a table to sit at.
“yeah i have no idea what the hell this is supposed to be. guess i’m not eating tonight-“
“no” franchise cuts you off by grabbing you arm. “look” she points off into the distance.
isaac night. he comes walking in with his cane. his wobble isn’t noticeable to the untrained eye but you see it. you notice that every step is forced, and thought about carefully. he looks up from the ground.
you can hear gomez and morticia talking behind you. gomez mentions something along the lines of not seeing isaac after lights out for a while now. morticia explains how busy isaac must be these days as the right hand man for most of the professors.
none of those words are important to you.
you feel francoise tug on your arm and you turn your head to look at her. the smile on her face reaches way beyond her eyes. “go!” she whisper shouts, urging you to walk up to him.
suddenly you feel like disappearing into a deep dark hole.
hands behind give you a little nudge and you turn to see morticia smiling at you.
“at least i’ve found a way to get rid of this slop” you complain under your breath.
it’s now your turn to force one foot in front of the other. you want to look at the ground but it’s like something is holding your head in place. you can hear cooing behind you coming from francoise, gomez, and morticia. it’s a long walk, about thirty metres until your face to face with isaac night. the light of the dining hall illuminates his features, helping him to not look so gauntly and tired.
“the food is horrible tonight. would you like to eat off of my tray?” the words spew out of your mouth before you have the chance to stop yourself.
there’s a soft smile on his lips and he bursts out laughing. “and who set you up?” he looks behind you. “or was this your idea? because it is quite… interesting” you feel the heat rise in your face.
“well i was going to bring you dinner either way but i guess i don’t need to walk all the way in the cold and rain now” you confess.
“ah” his head lifts up a little. “well i need to sit. help?” the final word falls from his lips so quietly, you almost miss it.
he’s already beginning to turn to look for a free table. you balance the tray in one hand and quickly wrap the other arm around his waist, under his coat. he surprisingly mutters a thank you. he’s not cold like he was earlier, and you notice he seems to be a little cleaner. perhaps he was bathing when you were too.
you sit him down at a free table and sit beside him.
“may we join?” morticia asks not long after. either side of her is gomez and francoise. you see francoise eyeing you suspiciously and you shoot a quick glare.
“be my guest” isaac smiles politely. it’s a cold, tired smile, void of any emotion.
“i see spending time together had done some good for you isaac” gomez slinks into the seat across from isaac.
francoise sits beside you. “are guys finally building a relationship?” she asks, a wide knowing smile on her face.
“we’ve always had a relationship… it’s just been a very hateful relationship” you were quick to pique up.
morticia she’s you carefully, like she’s aware of something that you’re not. you briefly look francoise who holds her hands up defensively.
“well…” morticia clasps her hands together and looks at her other half, lovingly. “we wanted to have a little get together. celebrate the cold season, especially with…halloween coming up”
“ah don’t forget dia de los muertos” gomez speaks up.
“oh i’m sorry my love, it slipped my mind. yes as i was saying. a little gathering, some music, some dancing, some drinking. you know things you’d see at normie events” morticia presents the offer.
“yes! we’ll be there! count the three of us in!” francoise exclaims, bouncing in her seat.
you turn your head in shock. “what?!”
francoise looks at you confused. “we discussed this earlier. remember?”
“yes you mentioned it” you corrected her. “but then the conversation shifted to more important matters.” you seethe through gritted teeth.
“oh you’re always tired isaac” francoise groans, not allowing isaac to finish his sentence. “please just this once? i’ll never bother you again?” francoise pleads to the two of you. you can see the glimmer of hope in her eyes, but it’s overshadowed by something else. something cunning and mischievous.
you and isaac turn to face each other. the two of you had just spoken over each other, interrupting one another. you look at him annoyed, he rests his head under chin and bats his eyelashes at you.
“excellent! i’ll be getting ready with the two of you!” morticia claps her hands together.
“and you, my bestest friend, will be getting ready with me!” gomez exclaims.
there’s a soft tune playing in your dorm room. francoise dances around, pretending to use a makeup brush as a microphone. she’s in jeans, and a jumper she had stolen from you a while ago. morticia dabs a perfume onto her neck and wrists delicately before shoving the small vial into a pocket. you sit on your bed staring at three different outfits on the floor.
one was simple, a striped turtleneck, and jeans you had unironically stolen from francoise wardrobe. another outfit was a small denim skirt, paired with red tights and no shirt had been chosen yet.
you fall backwards onto the bed with a groan. you rub your eyes tiredly.
“oh what’s wrong?” morticia purrs from the bathroom.
“i hate parties. i never know what to wear” you groan, kicking your feet in frustration.
“maybe a certain someone is clouding your decision” francoise smiles at you.
you lift your head slightly and shoot her a look. “i have no idea what you’re on about” you lie. “there is no certain someone” you huff.
morticia cackles. “oh sure there isn’t. if i ever see you around campus, isaac night is glued to you like a puppy”
“yeah well he’s a creep. that’s why he’s glued to me like a puppy”
“and what about you?” francoise pipes up. “you handed your dinner over to him. i know dinner was not the best looking but… you never let anyone get between you and your dinner. you’re practically a werewolf when it comes to dinner time” she cocks her head to the side.
“i have no idea what you’re on about” you repeat, ignoring the obvious.
by now, any sort of sunlight had disappeared, and had been replaced by the moonlight. the rain had finally settled. the weather was still. there was still a chill in the air however there always was a chill in the air at nevermore.
“you need to hurry up and choose an outfit. the party is going to start soon”
caliban hall was loud, as per usual. boys were chasing each other around, smoking, and being their usual level of stupid.
“isaac my dear, you can’t sit there and sulk all night” gomez wrapped an arm around the frail boy who was sitting by a desk in his dorm room.
“i have no desire to party, gomez” isaac snaps.
“oh sure you do. you can’t keep making yourself out to be some boring sick child. let loose. have a little fun. you might even find yourself a girlfriend… or boyfriend, i don’t know what way you sway” gomez purrs.
isaac shoves gomez off of him with all of his might. “i. have. no. desire. to. party.” isaac snaps through gritted teeth. he pulls himself to his feet, steadying himself with his cane before heading to the door.
“now now” gomez blocks isaac’s exit. “just one hour? for me? please?” gomez pleads with isaac. “i promise ill get out of your hair if you say yes”
isaac rolls his eyes. he weighed out his options. he could coop himself up in iago tower for the rest of his days or he could make the difficult trek down to the shed to party. to see you.
“one hour and then i’m leaving” isaac agrees begrudgingly.
gomez practically throws himself onto isaac out of happiness. “yes! i knew you’d come around to me!”
the party was nothing elaborate. fairy lights decorated the inside of the shed, tables had been either shoved to the sides or outside completely, around the back of the shed. the trek to the shed was probably the worst thing of the entire night. it was a long walk, through the forest.
the walk took you back to a time where you’d find yourself dragging yourself through similar forests in the dead of the night, with a particular boy following close behind.
this time around, isaac night wasn’t trailing behind you.
you enter the shed. several boys were several drinks deep. music hummed through the building. the genre changed quickly, students probably changing the songs every couple of seconds.
morticia had already disappeared deep off into the shed.
a hand grabs yours. it squeezes yours reassuringly and you turn to face francoise.
“ready to get absolutely hammered?” there’s a massive grin on her face.
“make me forget every feeling i’ve ever had” you grin back at her just as wide, if not wider.
mystery alcohol had been consumed. your arms were wrapped around francoise who was shouting the lyrics to a song you didn’t know. her hair danced across your face and suddenly nothing else mattered. her hands were wrapped around your hips as she moved both of your bodies to the beat of the music. neither of you cared about anything else in the world. you didn’t care about the lingering eyes and the wolf whistles coming from a crowd of boys in a corner. you spun francoise around and she responded by quickly dipping you backwards. the rush of blood made you briefly feel woozy but you ignored it.
francoise night. your best friend. your confidant. the girl you were currently dancing with.
the music dropped and very quickly got quieter. the song was coming to an end.
“awww!” francoise yells over the noise. “i was enjoying that!”
you were too. it had been a long time since you had let loose and forgot about everything else in the world.
francoise was already running off to find more alcohol to consume.
“why are you letting her drink?” another voice calls out behind her.
you spin around so quickly, you get dizzy. isaac stood there in front of you. he was dressed… differently. no big coat in sight, no old thinning shirt.
you were pretty sure he had just chucked on his uniform.
“i- what?” you were confused. “she’s not my sister. she’s my best friend. if anything she should be your responsibility. she is after all, your sister” you point out the obvious.
“isaac. what’s wrong?” francoise walks up behind you and slings an arm over your shoulder.
isaac turns to look at his sister. rage fills his eyes. “nothing” he snaps whilst leaning against his cane. “i’m going” he announced, turning around, looking for the exit.
music still boomed around you. students were dancing, drinking, and smoking. none of them had paid any attention to the situation unfolding in the middle of the room.
“you should….” francoise trails off, her mind sobered up as a result of her brothers outburst. “…follow him” there’s a glimmer of something in her eyes. annoyance perhaps. maybe sadness. you couldn’t tell in the horribly lit shed.
“what the hell is your problem this time?!” you yell outside in the dark. you can’t spot isaac in the moonlight but he couldn’t be too far. “isaac!” you yell even louder.
there’s the shuffling of leaves on the ground behind you and you whip yourself around. a dark shadowy figure stood a few feet from you.
“you. you’re the problem” he raised the cane and shoved it against your chest lightly. “you were grinding on her all night. grinding on francoise like it was nobody’s business” he spits out. he pushed the cane against you again, this time with a little more force.
“i- what?” you look into his eyes. “that’s it? i was dancing with your sister and you what? got jealous? felt threatened? was worried i’d somehow upset her and make her i don’t know… hyde out?!” it’s your turn to spit back at him. you swat the cane away from your chest. it knocks out of his hands and drops to the ground.
isaac stills. he doesn’t reach for his cane nor does he use his telekinesis. “i watched you. the way you rubbed yourself against her. the way she looked at you. your arms around her neck” he steps forward. “that’s not allowed” he warns you.
you cross your arms. the wind stirs slightly. “we. were. dancing. get over it. we’re drunk and we’re partying” you state matter-of-factly.
you watch isaac take another step forward. you can see his face better now. despite death hot on his tail, he looked furious. “you’re not hers to have. got it? you don’t get to wrap your arms around her neck and dance on her all night. you don’t get to hold her at night when she’s upset. you belong to me. no one else deserves to put their hands on you.” he throws his hands in the air out of frustration like a child throwing a tantrum. he turns away from you. “you looked like you wanted to kiss her!” he shouts out into the air.
the two of you fall silent. you can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. “and you’re jealous?” it’s a question laced with anger.
isaac night looks over his shoulder. “you don’t get it do you?” his voice has dropped. he’s no longer shouting like just before.
quickly, hands crawl around your neck and press down against your windpipe. you choke out, surprised by the sudden violence. your hands claw at your neck, trying to pry the invisible force off of you. “i-isaac s-st-stop” you wheeze out.
he doesn’t listen. “why do you think i followed you out into the forest? huh? why do you think ive stalked you? taunted you to the point of insanity” he spins around to face you. “why do you think i asked you to stay when i was taking my goddamn clothes off?!” his voice raises again, and his grip on your neck increases.
you vision is beginning to blur and darken. the thumping of music and friends voices had started to fade.
“isaac!” a voice shouts out from behind you. the hands instantly let go of you and you drop, you were unaware that you had been lifted off the ground. “isaac stop” it’s francoise.
you roll over to look at her. she’s fidgeting with her sleeves, trying to maintain her emotions. you see her look down at you. isaac doesn’t speak, he just steps over you, like a hurdle and shoves francoise out the way. you watch her stumble and coil her fists up.
“francoise” you warn her. “don’t. don’t go after him. let him calm down” you urge her.
francoise crawls over to you. “i wasn’t going to go after him” she picks your head up and rests it in her lap. “i’m not leaving you” she smiles politely.
a/n: please like, share, reblog. the fandom is dying and i’m not getting the attention i was getting at the start of the story 🥲
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