... Dead, I fell asleep ...

[Name] Walter Sullivan [Occupation] Unknown [Description] Young caucasian male [Height/Weight] 190 cm/84 kg [Current Location] Unknown [Motive] Unknown [SHRP]

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Walter was entranced by the dark shadows writhing underneath the car. He felt Mira pushing against his legs, knew that he should turn and run, but it seemed like he was rooted to the ground. A long shape dislodged itself from the darkness. The creature stretched and squirmed out over the sidewalk, pulling itself up slowly— it could almost pass for human, but the greasy grey flesh that covered it was far from anything Walter had ever seen before.

It banged against the bumper of the car on its way out, and the sharp noise shook Walter out of his reverie. He backed away, eyes growing wide as he took in the twisting monstrosity crawling to its knees.

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Mira made a choking sound, repulsed by the sheer look of the monster. Definately not human. She was relieved when Walter started moving, but not fast enough, definately not fast enough. “Stop looking at it, just run!” She shouted, nudging him one last time before she turned back to face the monster.

In a flash of movement she had moved away from Walter, only a few feet, placing herself dead center between the monster and the boy. A low, dangerous sort of growl sounded from her throat, but predictably it seemed to ignore her. She looked between Walter and the monster, realizing that though it’s gait was slow, the boy was practically frozen. She needed to do something to buy them more time.

Her paws were carrying her forward before she could even think about what she was doing. In a fluid movement she had barreled into the thing, aiming to take hold of it’s leg and drag it back to the ground, hoping that Walter had finally started to put some distance between himself and the monster. The only thing she could think was Oh my god it tastes disgusting. Not even worried that it might actually have some method of self defense.  

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Walter backed up faster, shock and fear written plainly across his face. Mira... the dog had launched itself at the monster. What a good dog. Walter felt tears welling up in his eyes as he turned on his heel and took off as fast as he could-- away from the monster, away from everything. Mother. Seeing Mother would make all this better--

He knew it should have been too good to be true to find a real friend. People like him didn't get friends. All they got was pain.

Walter tried to block out the sounds of the monster and Mira in the distance behind him.

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“… Yes.” Walter considered Cynthia for a moment longer, then turned and started to walk away. He couldn’t— he wouldn’t be distracted from his destination. 

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“H-hey! Wait!” Cynthia called out, following the little boy close behind. Was he in his right mind, just leaving her like that and facing all those monsters by himself? Then again, who would have a right mind being in a place like this? She still had that bad feeling in her stomach and didn’t want to follow him, but a part of her said it was necessary. It told her that maybe… she would find some answers, and that this boy held them. But her senses weren’t always right…

She was curious. She stopped in her tracks and said, “Tell me about your mother.” Now she waited. Would he answer her or keep going?

Walter didn't stop entirely, but he slowed, looking back over his shoulder. "... I miss her. And I'm going to see her." He narrowed those big green eyes for a moment.

"You can't stop me." Walter took off at a run, moving fast for a child. It wasn't long before the outline of his figure was lost in the fog, leaving Cynthia all alone.

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Walter stumbled a little as Murphy pulled him close; he seemed dazed. The sky overhead rumbled softly. 

“Why… why do you have an axe?” His voice trembled as they started off, and Walter hesitantly held on to Murphy’s arm. “I have t-to go see Mother…”

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No, not again.

Children wouldn’t trust him because they knew better. “Not yet”, that other boy said; and now Murphy couldn’t help but wonder what this little kid had just seen in his eyes.

Lightning lit up the sky, a phantasmagorical shade of purple taking over the streets for a second.

“Hey, no! Sorry, I didn’t mean—” The man shook his head in an almost desperate manner. “Remember what I said? About this place being dangerous? That’s why. No need to worry, ok? I’ll keep you safe, promise. And I’d never ever hurt anybody that don’t deserve it, right?” He added, his voice dying. There was no way he would let that kid down. “Can’t you wait just a bit? The storm’s gonna start any minute now… I don’t think your mom would like to know her boy is soaking in the rain.”

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Walter clutched tighter to Murphy's arm as the lightning forked across the sky, the thunder chasing it betraying how close the storm was. Murphy was talking again-- answering him, Walter was sure, but it was as if he was listening underwater. There was a constant droning noise in his head, a feeling of anxiousness, a feeling of fear. Walter needed to get to his Mother. Nothing else mattered, except for seeing her. 

"I-- I have to--" Walter let go of Murphy and looked around. The darkening sky changed the scene around them, but somehow Walter still knew which way to go. He struck off down the street, not quite running, but moving as fast as his short legs would carry him.

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Mira took a step back when Walter began to talk, as if to try and push him back and keep him out of the way. Her mind was ablaze as the scent grew stronger- Not human. Which of course meant only one thing- do not engage. It smelled human but not, and that generally meant monster, and she did not want to find out what monster tasted like. In a frantic skitter, she began to back up, finally turning to shuffle sideways and attempt to herd Walter away.

“Run.” She spoke it, not screamed it, though it was obvious she was being very serious about it. There was no way they were gonna stick around to see the thing, no way in hell- if she could avoid it. If Walter hadn’t already started moving she would nudge him with her head, trying to make it clear they needed to move, and fast. If he already had, she would be right behind him, never once letting herself go ahead of him for fear if she did the monster would somehow gain on them and catch the child and it would be all her fault.

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Walter was entranced by the dark shadows writhing underneath the car. He felt Mira pushing against his legs, knew that he should turn and run, but it seemed like he was rooted to the ground. A long shape dislodged itself from the darkness. The creature stretched and squirmed out over the sidewalk, pulling itself up slowly-- it could almost pass for human, but the greasy grey flesh that covered it was far from anything Walter had ever seen before.

It banged against the bumper of the car on its way out, and the sharp noise shook Walter out of his reverie. He backed away, eyes growing wide as he took in the twisting monstrosity crawling to its knees.

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Walter blinked a few times as he watched the woman back away. His expression stayed just the same, revealing nothing.

“… I think you are lost.” The boy considered adding in, ‘I hope you find your way,’ but it seemed… wrong, somehow. As if he knew it was pointless. Why did she seem so familiar, anyway…?

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Cynthia froze as he finally said something. Well of course she was lost. Why would she ask him in the first place? But… why wasn’t he lost? Wasn’t he looking for someone? Oh, that’s right: his mother. She tried to change the subject. “You said you were looking for your mother,” she stated blandly. The expression from his face didn’t change and in all honesty, creeped her out a little. Still, she had to find out more about his… mother. Maybe she would know a way to get out of here. “Are you on your way to see her?”

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"... Yes." Walter considered Cynthia for a moment longer, then turned and started to walk away. He couldn't-- he wouldn't be distracted from his destination. 

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“I— I can’t call Mother. Not now.” He looked up at Lisa, his eyes shining wetly in the lights. He sniffed once, then turned his face back to the ground, much more quiet when he spoke again. “Could I wait here… for another bus? Please?”

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Lisa brought Walter’s head to her abdomen in order to comfort him.

“Of course you can, sweety.” Lisa could tell that Walter was scared so she tried her best in order to make him feel safe. Deep down, however, Lisa feared she could not protect him if the darkness were to come back. She tried to shake off that feeling and looked down at him again. ”Are you hungry?” She asked.

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Walter squirmed slightly as Lisa hugged him. He wasn't used to adults doing that... he wasn't really used to anyone doing that. It was comforting, but also strange. He couldn't make up his mind about how he felt about it. And even though she had said that he could stay there for a while... he still felt anxious. 

"Mm... no, not hungry." He murmured the words into the soft fabric of her sweater. 

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Mira’s ears were suddenly raised, her whole body on alert when she heard the creak. She quickly moved to position herself between Walter and whatever was in the car that had caused the sound. The scent was….what was that scent? She was having trouble telling what it was, but it didn’t belong to her or Walter. Hesitantly she moved closer, still taking care to stand between the car and the child.

She lowered herself, ready to leap at anything that came out if it proved to be a threat, lips pulling back to expose pointed white teeth. If whatever it was meant to harm the boy, it was going to have to deal with one angry Shiba Inu.

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Walter stepped up behind Mira, peering at the car. If not for the noise, Walter have already moved on... but it was too loud, too abnormal. He noticed Mira leaning down, looking ready to attack, and it set him on edge. 

"...Mira?" His first attempt at speaking came out so whisper-quiet he didn't think she'd heard him. He tried again.

"Mira, I don't--"

Suddenly, there was another loud bang, this one obviously from under the car. All Walter could see down there was shadows... but it seemed like the shadows were moving...

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Walter seemed to shrug off the first statement about his parents, or chose to ignore it completely. However, he couldn’t help but smile faintly when Murphy called him smart. Walter knew that he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but now that he knew Murphy’s name, he wasn’t a stranger, right? And just maybe… he wouldn’t turn out to be mean, like all the other adults. He really did seem different.

“S-Sometimes,” Walter said softly, “there are a lot of things to be scared of.” Walter looked him straight in the face, his big green eyes reflecting the cloudy sky. There were a lot of emotions trapped there, fear not one of the least. He leaned in closer as Murphy looked around, continuing in the loud whisper that only children seem to use. “… I think it’s going to rain.”

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Ok, that kid was odd. Not in a bad way, though; he seemed to know what was going on, and that had to give him some kind of advantage when it came to surviving that town. There was something about his eyes that… Well, at least he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Still feeling the weight of the boy’s gaze on him, Murphy inspected the dark skies, brows furrowed in concern. Another storm was coming and he knew well what would come along with it.

“C’mon, kid.” He stood up, putting a protective arm around the boy’s shoulders, pulling him a bit closer. “Let’ go find some shelter, alright? As soon as the rain’s over, I’ll help you seeing your mom.” The other hand tightened the grip on the axe.

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Walter stumbled a little as Murphy pulled him close; he seemed dazed. The sky overhead rumbled softly. 

"Why... why do you have an axe?" His voice trembled as they started off, and Walter hesitantly held on to Murphy's arm. "I have t-to go see Mother..."

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#((... then I think about the Bogeyman and this whole scene looks so ironic.))

(( UGLY CRYING BEFORE I EVEN TRY TO RESPOND TO THE POST MURPHY WHYYYYY ))

(( I have a lot of feelings about Downpour okay ))

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“I’m Walter.” He paused for a moment, then sighed. “It’s sort of a funny name, isn’t it? I like Mira a lot better.” Walter let his fingers trail through her fur, scratching occasionally as they walked. The fog stayed thick around the pair of them. 

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Mira continued to wag her tail as they walked, sniffing the air for any signs of life beyond the two of them. “I like your name, it suits you.” She didn’t know why it did, but it just seemed right for the boy. She continued to sniff at both the air, and the ground, but none of the scents were fresh enough to worry her. They seemed to be in the clear so far.

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Walter grinned to himself. The feeling was odd-- Walter rarely had much reason to smile, and doing it so often was making his cheeks feel strange. Even so, he realized he was enjoying his walk with the magical talking dog. Mira. She was so nice... Walter hoped they would be able to see each other again, after today. Maybe he had finally made a friend.

His thoughts were cut short as one of the parked cars on the street gave a loud creak. Walter slowed to a stop, looking at the car with interest. It didn't look like anyone was inside the car...

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Mira seemed to smile back, tail wagging as he put his hand on her. She kept pace with him, not wanting to get ahead or behind, because he needed her here. “My name’s Mira…at least I think it is, that’s what my tag says anyways. What’s your name?” She had almost forgotten herself, where were her manners today?

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"I'm Walter." He paused for a moment, then sighed. "It's sort of a funny name, isn't it? I like Mira a lot better." Walter let his fingers trail through her fur, scratching occasionally as they walked. The fog stayed thick around the pair of them. 

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"Also Walter might have rabies…I’m not sure……….]]"

(( THANK YOU PUPPY. 8C I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS. ))

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“Ah—” Walter shied away as Lisa messed up his hair, grinning a little in spite of himself. “Well… okay.” He took her hand gently, seeming unused to such gestures. “Maybe… maybe you can show me a map… or tell me when the bus runs again?” An undercurrent of nervousness ran through Walter’s voice. 

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“Sure thing. I have a map and bus schedule inside, but I don’t think the next one will be here for several hours.”

Lisa leads Walter into Alchemilla, the place she knows better than her very own house. She walks up to the reception and grabs a map and schedule for Walter. She notices as he grabbed the items that he is rather nervous.

“Do you want to call your parents? I’m sure they are as nervous as you are. I mean I would be if my kid wasn’t home on time.”

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"I-- I can't call Mother. Not now." He looked up at Lisa, his eyes shining wetly in the lights. He sniffed once, then turned his face back to the ground, much more quiet when he spoke again. "Could I wait here... for another bus? Please?"

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Cynthia stood there silent, waiting for a response. A second went by, then another one. The only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing and various other things. In terms of communication, it went dead silent. Her pule began to quicken; something was seriously wrong with this child. The... dead look on his face and the complete silence that followed.

So what you're trying to tell me is that there is no way out. That's what she wanted to say, but she was too afraid of what his answer could be. Cynthia began to back off. This child... who was he?

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Walter blinked a few times as he watched the woman back away. His expression stayed just the same, revealing nothing.

"... I think you are lost." The boy considered adding in, 'I hope you find your way,' but it seemed... wrong, somehow. As if he knew it was pointless. Why did she seem so familiar, anyway...?

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Mira tilted her head to one side looking confused. That didn’t make any sense, why would someone keep a little boy from seeing his mother? Humans were such senselessly cruel things sometimes. She nodded though, looking down the street where he was pointing. “I can do that, I’ll smell ‘em even before I can see ‘em!” No one was going to keep this child from seeing his mother, she would make sure of that.

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Walter bowed his head, smiling in appreciation at the dog's kindness. "Thanks... let's go, okay? I need to be back before dark." He laid his hand on the dog's back, the soft fur comforting under his palm as he started walking. "Oh--" Walter's voice squeaked a bit in embarrassment. "I forgot--um. Do you have a name?"

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Walter’s eyes widened as the man approached, and he took a short step back when he kneeled down. What kind of person carries an ax around with them?

He sounded nice enough when he spoke, though… After a few moments of silence, Walter tentatively reached out to shake his hand.

“Um… um.” He dropped Murphy’s hand, looking down at his shoes. “I’m… I was trying to go visit Mother.” Walter shyly glanced up at Murphy’s face. His eyes looked kind.

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“Hn, right. So, if you’re gonna visit your mom… Shouldn’t your dad or another adult take you there?” Murphy frowned, tilting his head a bit to the side. How the hell could someone leave that boy all by himself in a place like that? “Don’t get me wrong, kid. You look smart, but these streets aren’t really safe for anyone.”

He glanced around, afraid that one of those things roaming through the town might find them if they didn’t start looking for shelter soon. “Just between the two of us…” He added in a lower voice, as if sharing a secret. “I’ve been pretty scared myself.”

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Walter seemed to shrug off the first statement about his parents, or chose to ignore it completely. However, he couldn't help but smile faintly when Murphy called him smart. Walter knew that he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, but now that he knew Murphy's name, he wasn't a stranger, right? And just maybe... he wouldn't turn out to be mean, like all the other adults. He really did seem different.

"S-Sometimes," Walter said softly, "there are a lot of things to be scared of." Walter looked him straight in the face, his big green eyes reflecting the cloudy sky. There were a lot of emotions trapped there, fear not one of the least. He leaned in closer as Murphy looked around, continuing in the loud whisper that only children seem to use. "... I think it's going to rain."

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“Oh.” Walter stopped where he was on the sidewalk, turning around to look at Cynthia. Sometimes the adults he met were mean to him… but she didn’t look very mean.

“I’m not lost. I’m going to visit Mother.” He stared up at Cynthia with large green eyes. “… Are you lost?”

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Cynthia gave him a small smile. His voice seemed to lighten up her mood a little bit- he did seem like a charming little boy. But for some reason… Cynthia felt something that just wasn’t right. She couldn’t pinpoint it at all. How could an innocent child be something bad? Then again, how did he end up here?

He was going to visit his mother, here, out of all places? There was something suspicious about this, but then again he was just a child. Could he be playing pretend? Something told her he wasn’t though.

The next thing he said caught her off guard. That was a little… strange to be coming from him. She really didn’t want to question it but it would probably arise later on. “Yes, I do happen to be lost. Do you happen to know how to get out of here?”

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Walter stood still, just staring back at Cynthia, the lack of expression on his face unusual for a child. The quiet outside noises-- the wind blowing, a few birds chirping-- highlighted the silence that fell between them.