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Topher's parents wanted him dead. That was the only explanation.
Well, there could be others. Maybe they just wanted him attacked by something big and scary that made chittering noises. Or they just wanted him to be hit by a train and live.
But he was guessing dead for now. Because that portal that was supposed to take him and Kenzi first-class, direct to LA? Had taken him here. Where it was dark. And cold. And wet. And there were chittering noises and train tracks and he had rat fear, okay? And the dark freaked him out. Which was why he was clinging to Kenzi's shirt and making tiny, high-pitched noises.
"I don't like this," he whimpered. "I don't like this I don't like this I don't like this..."
( And there was just so much to like! )
[[nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, we think we're funny.]]
Well, there could be others. Maybe they just wanted him attacked by something big and scary that made chittering noises. Or they just wanted him to be hit by a train and live.
But he was guessing dead for now. Because that portal that was supposed to take him and Kenzi first-class, direct to LA? Had taken him here. Where it was dark. And cold. And wet. And there were chittering noises and train tracks and he had rat fear, okay? And the dark freaked him out. Which was why he was clinging to Kenzi's shirt and making tiny, high-pitched noises.
"I don't like this," he whimpered. "I don't like this I don't like this I don't like this..."
( And there was just so much to like! )
[[nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, we think we're funny.]]
