Hær@ld wakes up poured out all over his computer in a cold sweat. Did he pass out at his desk? Did he have a nightmare? Is that what just happened?
Nightmare.
Night mare.
What does the Eyedol version of My Little Pony look like?
Focus. Focus. Need to focus.
Why? He feels awful. He wants to wander away.
> Be the other guy.
> Be the other guy.
> Please?
> Be the other guy.
> stop being hung over
> :(
The last thing he remembers is blinding himself with a Polaroid camera. When he has eyes again, he sees that his computer is still on and it hasn't electrocuted him or itself yet, and that there's an article about Polaroid cameras on the screen. He ignores it and focuses on being not a puddle so he can focus on figuring out how to clean this up. He doesn't want to have to clean this up.
If he had a heart, it would skip a beat when he sees the stack of photos on his bed. Looking at it, he remembers... taking pictures of people. In the maze? He might not have gotten permission for all of these. He remembers being very small and standing in front of a vent with the camera, wondering if this is a good idea, and then there's a thump from within and a purple glow staring at him and he flinches and accidentally presses the button and runs. He feels like he should apologize. The Killer likes eggs, doesn't she? But Hær@ld doesn't know how to cook.
He looks the photos over. Everyone looks happy. He doesn't recognize the scenes. He remembers taking them, but wasn't something else supposed to be happening in these? At the bottom of the pile, there's a photo of himself in his small slugcat form, nudging a plate of cooked eggs at a vent cover. Another photo is...
Is that the Killer?
He feels like he shouldn't have this. Impulsively, he commits the image to memory and then destroys the photo.
He glances back at his ruined desk and the article on the computer screen. How is he going to clean this up?