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A house. a cramped house that leads into everything else without ever going outside. Looking outside I catch a half second of a pretty landscape before there is something staring at me through the window. Something different every time. There are things to take, but always within reach of whatever's at the windows.
Anyone I know. Around corners, looking at me through windows. Following me. Everywhere. Always unreachable. I can understand what they say but all they hear are me screaming.
Pyramid head is the one person I can talk to who leaves whenever I ask them for help, they are gender neutral and composed of biotech. They are hard to look at. Trying anything beyond friendly turns them against me, and I cna only run away until I can't run.
Chatterers are clumps of megaphones constantly repeating each other. The only way to silence them is to hurt them. You can't reason with them. They will beleagure you constantly and cause you great stress. Hurting them makes everything harder.
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Sounds like a great time.