|| Nicholas 'Nick' Hills ||
[male] [single] [bi] [The Documenter]
Nicholas blinked almost jumping up when he was grabbed and taken to that place watching as the girl literally opened up spaces on the walls the she ordered him to p,ace the torch light somewhere and so he did watching it as he tried to keep cool. His cold self could handle a lot of things, he could handle seeing ghosts, perhaps hearing them but not seeing people dying. How he went back to the playing room he had no idea, he simply wasn't hearing neither actually assimilating anything that was happening around him for the time being, well... That was until his bag was taken as well.
He narrowed his eyes and grabbed his bag from her before rushing out of the room and just sitting against a wall, he wasn't attempting to run away, no... Neither escape... Well, partially he was trying to run away from reality and see if on an illusionary world things would be better. He took a deep breath letting his bag beside him and hugged his knees tightly to his chest pulling his hood on, 'calm down... Calm down.....' he told himself swallowing down...wait... Tears?! 'I am not going to cry.... I'm too old for this.....' no matter what he told himself the tears insisted on making their way out, he just kept his face hidden then as he cried silently.
The world and the things he had passed on made him strong, almost emotionless in fact for so long that he had actually stopped feeling anything other then his curiosity because that was rather related to the work. Seeing the woman's death down there a few minutes ago was what pulled the trigger for him to get somewhat back to acting like a person and now he was just confused about what he was feeling and even if this was simply some sort of nightmare he hadn't waken up from. 'No.... This all can't be a nightmare... It's too real...' he thought raising his eyes slightly and reaching to grab the knife on his bag, he unsheathed it and placed the blade against his palm, thinking for a moment he placed the blade against his wrist, this way if this really wasn't a nightmare he would still be able to carry anything on his hand. He took a deep breath and moved the blade slicing it up a little and wincing, "D*mm*t... I'm not asleep...." he groaned and sheathed the knife grabbing a cloth tissue and ores sing it to his wrist to absorb the blood. Hn he was aware that this all was really happening.
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