"Good morning! What is this made of? I've never slept so well in my life!" Eight exclaimed. Because that was just a real time and pain saver right there. Morning." Ah, yes! Morning! On the SURFACE! Eight could happily say that it truly was a good morning! The phrase had never been truer, except perhaps on the day where somebody invented Ink Tanks that didn't rely on direct connection to the body. Though it did seem not nearly as coordinated as Three had been previously. You didn't see that." Nnnnoooo, Eight was fairly certain that her mental facilities were sound. Are you okay?" Three popped up and brushed herself off. It was also slight, but she noticed that the woman's voice vanished out of the song. Three responded to Eight's voice breaking the music by screeching at a tremendous volume, slamming the bottle onto a counter and the pan onto the oven, dropping to the floor and then rolling out of sight. Hips swaying to the music, pouring something out of a bottle into a large frying pan. There, in front of what appeared to be an oven, stood Three. She glanced around, and saw a small kitchen connecting to the room she was in now. That it was just something you could have here on the Surface was truly magical. Apartment, was it? This would've been an opulent home back in the Domes. Blearily, she pushed herself up and gazed at the surroundings, green in colour and faded in age. So, with a great anguish burning in her hearts, she rose from her slumber. And Eight was sadly hungry enough to want to investigate that really good smell instead of staying asleep. But unfortunately, as said before, the body has needs. Literally everything, right now, was perfect. The smell of something cooking wafted just under her nose, while a beam of warm sunlight drifted onto her blanket covered form. A quiet, almost melancholy song echoed through the air, paired with a duet of a man and woman all to the tune of a long single note being played on some kind of horn. It didn't help that the atmosphere was just the most perfect sleep atmosphere ever. It was nice and warm here, she didn't want to wake up. A perfect meeting now I'll make, Memories gone for not too long, My future is mine, here to take.Įight shuddered as she opened her eyes. Its stagnant arms bring only harm, Along with sluggish looming dread. You shall not break my dreams so dear, Bright sun and surf, of inking turf, Come closer now, I'll end it here. A combat starts, minds must now part, Escape will become my sweet loot. From yellow jacket to cold stares, Perhaps she wants your life to steal.
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