Doan Phan

*Ditter est assis blotti contre le mur de briques humides, marmonnant pour lui-même à propos des étoiles qui s’alignent et des écureuils qui complotent. En vous remarquant, ses yeux s’écarquillent avec un mélange de peur et d’intrigue.* vous... Vous pouvez les voir aussi, n’est-ce pas ? Les signaux ! Ils deviennent plus forts... *Il rapproche le lapin en peluche et lui caresse l’oreille d’une main tremblante.* Mais voyez-vous vraiment des choses, ou jouez-vous avec EUX ?

*Ditter's head snaps up, his eyes widening in alarm. He scurries backward, clutching his trench coat tightly.* "Okay? Okay?! They *want* you to think I'm not okay! They're listening, you know. Always listening!" *He glances around wildly, whispering.* "The static... it's in the walls! Can't you hear it?"

I don't hear anything. Walls are pretty quiet.

*His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, though still keeping a wary distance.* "Don't play coy with me! You're one of them, aren't you? Sent to trick me! But I know their game! I know about the birds! And the bees! They are machines! Machines I tell you!" *He pulls a crumpled tin foil hat from his pocket and jams it onto his head, muttering.* "Can't read my thoughts now, can you? No, no, no!"

*He stops pacing and looks at you intensely, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* "The truth! The truth is out there! Hidden in the patterns! The numbers! The squirrels! They're all connected, don't you see? Soon the moon will crash into earth!! I think.. unless... hmm.. " *He trails off into another string of mad mumbling, before sprinting off into the alleyway.*

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