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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/22/2016 6:39:49 PM
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*His face becomes more solemn* You remember Wit, right?
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"Um, yes."
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Well, after Cyan, Wit, Crossbow, Mion, Carl and all those guys I didn't know left they went on a mission to save me. Apparently Tubbs let two people take my body so they needed to take that back, then they went to the Underworld to retrieve my soul. Wit... *Mortar is silent a moment, taking another breath* Wit sacrificed his soul so my father could release mine. After that I revived as I normally do, in that grotesque way, kinda weird to do it in a vaccum sealed glass box. And... Now I'm here.
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"I'm sorry Mortar..."
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No, it's fine. *Mortar cheers up a little and smiles* So what's been going on with you? What's that around your neck?
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"It... It's a collar... I can't fight anymore... I can't even think about hurting someone without it choking me..." *His ears droop down and his eyes turn purple.*
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Ooh, that sounds awful. You can't fight anyone? At all?? That sounds awful. *He puts a hand on your shoulder* Is there any way I can help?
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"I don't know..." *He looks down.*
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Wait, you have your sniper, right? So you can indirectly fight? Like a loophole or something?
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"If I even think about hurting someone it will choke me..."
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Oh, okay... That's awful. Who did this to you?
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"Do you remember W-William?"
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That tool? Yeah I remember him. Tried to take him though he's more of a monstrosity than you'll ever be
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"Huh?"
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You were saying?
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"Well he came back and tried to take me again and he put this collar on me."
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He did it again? Oh, COME ON
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"Yeah..." *He looks down.*
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It's okay. We'll find him, he will die.
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"I hope- ACK!" *The collar tightens around his neck.*
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Sketch! *He tries to pry his fingers between your neck and your collar, trying to stop it from tightening*
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*The second he touches it, it tightens more. Sketch pushes him away and after a couple seconds it stops choking him.*
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Are you okay!? *He walks back up to Sketch*
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"Y-Yeah... Touching it makes it even worse..."
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I'm sorry, I didn't know
