[There are always shadows in the dark.
And this shadow chose to take the form of a well beloved friend. Marble could sense the eyes, the surplus of eyes, and their glaring weight. She could sense the bright red streak running through their hair, and the metallic red staining their clothes.
They could see two bright blue eyes right in front of them, crouched. Messy hair thrown into a ponytail, jacket slung over their dirt-crusted shoulder. They grinned, their smile bloody as blood dripped from their mouth and down their chin.]
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Marble had spent a concerningly long while isolated in her dusty, heavily-shadowed shop. She'd been alone longer than she normally would be, but it seemed no one cared to come check up on her. Radio transmissions went unanswered, even knocks at the door were ignored in favor of...
She'd huddled herself into a corner, nothing but a half-empty bottle of water and a blanket to accompany her. She'd moved her furniture around a bit to give herself more space in the corner and to have a clear view of the entire space, despite the dark. She'd nailed up the windows with sheets and bolted both the doors to block out as much light as possible, in fact. It gave her less of an opportunity to picture them. The only thing she could consistently make out were eyes. First, it was only one pair. Then there was two. Then five. Now they were everywhere. They talked to her, mumbling and screaming and constant babbling droning on and on and on, even when she shut her eyes they were right in her ears, taunting her. She'd tried everything to get them to stop. Well, almost everything.
But now, these eyes... These were familiar. The stench of blood filled the entire house, and a freezing chill rolled over the floorboards, making her flinch as the ghostly voice reached her.
She looks up with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking like a bag of bones. Like a starving mouse.
".. Krash?" She asks, her voice barely even a whisper. The raspy, charming quality she had before had intensified to a point where she was barely audible. It hurt to speak at all, even, but she couldn't trust anything she saw anymore. She had to know if it was really them.