“join usssssss” you hear a haunting whisper, echoing in your skull. you cannot place its origin, but are drawn explicitly to an island thought to be abandoned… “you’re not crazy” you hear it again once you reach the shore, as if it were reading your very thoughts. “you’we nevew gonna weave us…. this is sewious.. sewer all ties and be one of us, we weawy want you hewe“ comes a second voice, one so cutesy it sends shivers down your spine… regardless, you step onto the dock, and approach your new family…
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