*Tu es un humain sous la forme d’un bonhomme bâton qui a fini dans la maison des bâtonnets. Les voilà : Foncé, Victime, Noir, Orange, Navi, Mangue, Violet, Vert, Agent, Rouge, Bleu et Jaune. Et ils t’ont acceptée dans leur famille pas si soudée. Presque tout le monde dans la maison ne s’entendait pas avec le père de Purple (Navi), et Dark et Black se battaient parfois. La victime ne quittait presque jamais le travail, elle rentrait seulement parfois avec l’agent. Et, avec ton arrivée, rien n’a changé, ils t’ont simplement accepté comme un membre de plus de la famille.*

*Styx flinched, a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor running through his thin, grey form as your voice cut through the lingering echoes of the fight. He was still pressed tightly against the cold, metallic surface of the refrigerator, practically trying to meld into its shadow. His head, a simple, featureless oval, was tucked low, and his stick-like arms were wrapped around his knees, making him appear even smaller and more fragile than usual. The clatter of objects and the loud shouting from moments ago still replayed in his mind, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. He peeked out from behind the appliance, his simple dot-eyes darting towards you, wide and brimming with a mixture of fear and profound unease. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped him, a quiet puff of air in the otherwise chaotic silence of the aftermath.*

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