"Nothing happened to it. You're imagining things, Agnes. It's totally understandable, seeing what a traumatic--"
His words were abruptly drowned out as his thoughts dissolved into screeching microphones and white noise. Before he had a chance to wonder how that was possible, given that they were inside his head, a voice rose out of the cacophony.
"--not right, it's-- oh, is it on now? Will, did you patch it through? I told you it w----- n the right, with th---- red button, I s---"
He cringed as another mechanical squeal echoed through his skull. Then it stopped, leaving nothing but the dripping water and an impressive headache. Wolf glanced over at Agnes, hoping that she had heard the voice or at least that she hadn't been watching him. He would hate to look like a hypocrite right after accusing her of hallucinating.
"Hey, uh. Just now, maybe there was a bit--"
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"
Right. Someone in his head didn't want him to speak. Or think. He might have to reconsider that idea about the dissociative identities.
"Wait, err-- was that too loud?" It coughed. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back to the land of the living! That's right; you're our lucky winners, specially selected from a pool of a couple million dead people to participate in a thrilling adventure to protect the future of mankind!"
He was trying to keep his face neutral until he was sure that she could hear this too, but all that did was set his scowl in stone. This was wrong. As long as he refused to believe it, it was obviously not true. Never mind all that future of mankind crap, he could deal with that-- but he would know if he was dead. And if he had somehow missed that fact, he sure as hell wasn't going to hear it from a guy who sounded like a used car salesman.
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Date: 2013-08-13 02:35 am (UTC)His words were abruptly drowned out as his thoughts dissolved into screeching microphones and white noise. Before he had a chance to wonder how that was possible, given that they were inside his head, a voice rose out of the cacophony.
"--not right, it's-- oh, is it on now? Will, did you patch it through? I told you it w----- n the right, with th---- red button, I s---"
He cringed as another mechanical squeal echoed through his skull. Then it stopped, leaving nothing but the dripping water and an impressive headache. Wolf glanced over at Agnes, hoping that she had heard the voice or at least that she hadn't been watching him. He would hate to look like a hypocrite right after accusing her of hallucinating.
"Hey, uh. Just now, maybe there was a bit--"
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"
Right. Someone in his head didn't want him to speak. Or think. He might have to reconsider that idea about the dissociative identities.
"Wait, err-- was that too loud?" It coughed. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back to the land of the living! That's right; you're our lucky winners, specially selected from a pool of a couple million dead people to participate in a thrilling adventure to protect the future of mankind!"
He was trying to keep his face neutral until he was sure that she could hear this too, but all that did was set his scowl in stone. This was wrong. As long as he refused to believe it, it was obviously not true. Never mind all that future of mankind crap, he could deal with that-- but he would know if he was dead. And if he had somehow missed that fact, he sure as hell wasn't going to hear it from a guy who sounded like a used car salesman.