An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“So you're here out of obligation,” Teddie's shadow says, cutting Naoto off. “Easy fix, then. After all, he belongs here. Don't need to save someone from their own home, right?”
“Like hell he does!” Yosuke bursts out, and the shadow immediately rests its gaze directly on him. The words he was so passionate about just a second ago die in his throat as the shadow stares.
It's silent for too long—too silent, Yosuke realises. The other dungeons had some kind of music playing, or some ambient sounds, like water running or machines whirring; this one has nothing, not even the murmur of shadows. It's a type of cloying silence that feels off; it doesn't feel as though there were no sounds to begin with—it feels as though all the sounds that were there have been muted, leaving only an unnatural silence in their place.
Finally, the shadow clicks its tongue. The sound is clean; there's no echo despite the place they’re in, only the hints of shadowy distortion. “Prove it,” it says finally, then takes a step back and disappears into darkness.
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Teddie forms a dungeon after disappearing from the hospital in December. Yosuke tries to make sense of it all.
