Briskly and That Voice
It wasn't that Briskly didn't understand walking through the door was dangerous. In fact, they would've gave everything not to open that door. Simply, there was a voice in their head that has beckoned them closer.
The Voice has no physical control over them, rather, it's insistent and nagging fucking commentary has grown ever so maddening. With its smooth voice rolling down their spine and warm to the touch. That voice that is deep and sweet and leaves shivers where the warmth fades. That Voice that which no one else can hear and it apparently has no point of origin.
Maddening as in seeing things, as in feeling things that aren't here, as in convinced the world is in peril if this door is not opened.
And as much as Brickly has said they would give everything not to open that door, that was a thinly veiled lie to relinquish responsibility for what was to come next.
