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BGM: Protest
It continued to point at the man. Waiting for a response. With that action, the tables had turned.
The man started to laugh, or at least tried to in this voiceless place. With one hand he gave his response.
His hand. All give fingers held up to the creature. It implied others, not the man itself. The room trembled, the creature twitched. The one desire that had been revealed, disregarded like nothing.
The man picked up his bag. The creature stopped. The man was preparing to leave, to just walk out. It didn't like that and was preparing to strike.
Suddenly, the man swiftly turned around and slammed his foot on the chair. Reverberations filled the room and overpowered the tremors the creator had created. The walls starts to become blotches, started to peal. The darkness that seemed like a void which went on to eternity shattered. Piece of the fragile black scribbles on the wall fell around them; the prison was no longer voiceless.
"A pup like you doesn't even deserve my time," the man says as he swipes a match and lights a cigarette. "Do no fret, for like I said, Just five."
The man had instantly shattered the creatures reality, only a single piece remained. It was the ruler of this world, yet in a single second it had been defeated. The creature didn't understand how this could be.
With a quick step the man readjusted his coat and stretches with his bag in hand.
"Well then, back to that place I suppose."
With that he left that world, and entered one very familiar...
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