[Again, he's about to comment on it when he's cut off by the screech of static that blends in with the whisper of those voices. Right then Zacharie knows something is wrong. It suddenly feels like something is clawing its way out of his throat. It's--]
A̶̡h̴.͘
[In his voice. Scratchy. Terrible. Impur--no. Being a living video game character was probably isn't helping the NPC's case and he wants to yank off his mask and get to that itch down his throat. But he can't. Not here, not with Tim around. When he's alone. With Sugar. Not here.
Not safe. They were going to die here. And Zacharie...ahhaha, well. He already was dead, wasn't he? It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It did͞n'͟t ̕matt͞e̡r.͘ ̷It d҉idn't͢ ma̴ttȩr̸.͏
HELP
The merchant doubles over from a sudden coughing fit. Zacharie can't see it right now, but he knows that thing was there, something black and impossibly tall tainting the pure space. This was it, wasn't it? Game Over and all that.
And all Zacharie can find within himself is to laugh. Here we go!]
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A̶̡h̴.͘
[In his voice. Scratchy. Terrible. Impur--no. Being a living video game character was probably isn't helping the NPC's case and he wants to yank off his mask and get to that itch down his throat. But he can't. Not here, not with Tim around. When he's alone. With Sugar. Not here.
Not safe. They were going to die here. And Zacharie...ahhaha, well. He already was dead, wasn't he? It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It did͞n'͟t ̕matt͞e̡r.͘ ̷It d҉idn't͢ ma̴ttȩr̸.͏
HELP
The merchant doubles over from a sudden coughing fit. Zacharie can't see it right now, but he knows that thing was there, something black and impossibly tall tainting the pure space. This was it, wasn't it? Game Over and all that.
And all Zacharie can find within himself is to laugh. Here we go!]