Something... was w̶̲͔̠͇̪̐r̵̡̮̈́́̈́̽͌̀͐̓̽͗̚̕͘͠͠ͅo̴̡̢̠̻͕̰̟͔͙̣̗̳̣̮̎̇̊̈̍̿̾͑̊͗̊ň̷̳̻̹͔͛̍̍͌̊̎̓̅͐̀͐g̴̨͎̭̙̀͑͆̋̌̅̒̋̂̿̓̋ͅ .
Everything was fine.
D̴͖̦̅́̇̃͛̔͐̅̌͜ǫ̵͙̗̠̣̜̲͉̰̲͖̓̐̇̈́͌̒͐̀̈́͋̑̅͘͜ ̶͎̱͓̓͆́̈́̆͋n̸̨̤̞͍̰͉͗͘ͅo̷̢̢͇̤̞̦̞̝̩̮̪̗͚͎͐͆̋͂̅̈́͜ť̴̢̛̺̼̞̪͕̻̺̟̜̖͈̫͑̈́͜ ̴̨͕̭͔̟̥̣̬̯̳̎í̵̬͈͎͎̃̀͜g̴̛̜̘͚͛̔̓͋̆͋̈́̏̀̇̇̏̚n̸̡͍̭̭̬͎̦͎̄̉̑̾̆͒͋ö̷̢̹͔̘̦̮̼̻̭̮͇̮̈́̑̌̈́̄̓̀̉̒̚͜͠͝ŗ̵̣̪̎͆͛̾̅͌̉̒͊é̶̥̩̈́͝͝͠ ̵̡̣̻̺̬͈͈̑̃̀̋͒͂̾̐̃̓͘̕͝m̷̥̍̉͌̕e̴̢̤͚̘̼̳̻͌̀̅̌̉̂̏̀̆̾ͅ.̴̛͔̬̲̱̦͔͎̪̣̩͎͛͛̾͑̄͑̈́̈́̇͆͊͘ͅ
Ethan was black dust before you, and Miranda had gotten over her territorial rage to gather it to see if she could study it. The curious bird always won you supposed.
U̸̝̫̺͚͎͎͊N̴̛̺̯̭̩̮͈̾͋̑̃̽̊̈́̓͂̌̓́͜͜I̷̜̦̤̘̎͗̎C̴̦͖̯̤̤̝̮̝͔͙͓͑̓̌̑͂̂̅͌́̄͝͝Ư̷̯̭̩̗͎͍͙̙͈̜͈̪̘̥̓̐̂̄̅̓͗̏͜S̴̺͚̭̙̜͉͇̻̝͉̦͂͗ͅ
"WHAT?!"
Alcina dropped her wine glass and looked at you, searching for an aggravator.
There was nobody.
Snarling in a fit of irritation you began to pace, his presence making you lash out. Things were not okay at the moment and Alcina was worriedly watching for signs of attack or possibly injury on your person. Your pacing slowly increased in its fevor, becoming restless and paranoid the longer you pushed him out of your mind.
He was so loud.
Why was he in your head? What had you done? (Were you ever really separate in the first place?)
Í̷̦̾t̸̥͕̋ ̵͕̦̟͐̽̉̕̕i̴͖̯̲̠̓s̴͚̘̖̿̿ ̵̢̬͌̈́ͅo̷͕̞͎͊̽̉̈́f̴͉͆̅̉ ̴̧̘͎̙̈́g̸̡͖̱̥͋̍̚ŗ̶̿̀e̶̠̜̬̠͆̌͆̎͜͠a̴̜̿̄͑͘t̶̤̯͊̓̌ ̷̬̤̿̕į̷̥̱͚͒́̋̽́m̶̞̓̆p̷̛͖̈́̾̉̾ͅơ̴̫̦̏̒̃̚r̸̪̎̽̅͒t̵̡̥̘̦͑ả̸͈͔̬̖̉ņ̷̥̲͕́̉c̶̢͆͂̂̚e̶̙̲͔̐̒ ̵̢̥̯̄t̷̡̨̬̩͌͊̓͊̓h̶̨̫̿̓̌̓̾a̵̯̩̒̽͊͘ẗ̶͖̝́̎̒̔̚ ̵̣̻̓̂̌̀y̴̡͊͋̓̋͜o̸̝̘̱̫͑͜͝ȕ̸͔̤̝ ̶͖͇̺̿͝l̴̬͇̺͍͂̂͋̌ī̴̛̦̟̠̦́s̶̻̔̀̾͝͝t̷̥͍̥̼̘͝e̸̛̤͉n̶̡̝̂̅̂͊͜,̷̡̱̤̖̀͂͘ ̸̢̙̣͈̌̾͊a̶͚̣͒̓n̴͇̿̚̕d̵̻͖̻͗ ̴̹͖̓͋̄̆̍l̸͙̄̈́ȋ̴̡͚͔̽s̷͈͗̍̅͒́t̷̼̳͉̐e̴̟͌n̴̢̖̯̫͍̆͗͛̂̕ ̸̦̝͍͑͋͗̈́w̶̪͌̂̈́̑̆e̶̛̝̊̾l̴̢̯̝͖̺̿͂͗l̷̙̣͌̆̓ ̷̳͈̈́̈́̀͠ŭ̸̘̿͠͠ṉ̴̌̕i̸̦̞̠̤̽̎̂c̷̠̏u̷̖͑̅̉̓ͅs̴͓̩̃̓
"Fine." you stopped pacing, and vaguely you heard Donna come out of whatever episode she was in and shriek, pushing the sisters away and muttering about not being ready before focusing on you.
Ì̵͉͖̩̰̈́̑ ̶̳̥̜́̈́̓̐n̴̟̪̗̪̦̎e̵̮̟̎̇̀ę̶͆͊̐̂̋d̶̜̗͕́̒ ̷̨̰̿̀̍͘y̵̘̳͋̑͘̚͠o̷͎̬̫̫͋̓ṳ̴̼̿͋͒͠ ̶͈̪̤͗̽͜t̵̢̊͊̀ȏ̸̙̬̗ͅ ̸̧͒̓̓͝d̶̼̫͔͂̌o̴̺̥̻͆ ̸̡̰̫͕̗͛͋͋͘s̸̮͕͉͙̞̓́̚ö̷̹̥̮̦́̇̉͂͛ṃ̶͋̾e̵̢̻̖͚̼̊t̷̠̮̫̤̺̿̐̆͑ḣ̵͉͒̽ḭ̶͇̪̥̒ǹ̶̮̼̹̐͜͜͝g̵̨͓̕ ̷̳̲̙͚́̃͘f̸͉̠̈̏̆̄̂ơ̶͕̤͊̑͐͐r̸̬̝̥͍̜̀̀̔͛̒ ̶̺̪̠͋͒́m̵̹̭̾́͘ẹ̶̟͇̥̅
"Don't you always." You mutter but nod anyways before realizing he was in your head so maybe he couldn't see-
I̶̯̥͉̩̲͒̈́̕ ̶̛̱̜̯̏͋͆͊n̴̛̯̞̺̟͘͠e̴͍͓͚͓͐è̴̛̞͈̥̩ḑ̷͍̎́̍̋̆ ̷̛̩̍̚͘y̴̰͑o̷͇̩̭̓̒̅́u̸̪̗̎ ̸̢̙͋͊̈́́̕t̷͕̳̍̓o̶͙̥͈͉̰̔̏͋ ̷̨̹̥͖̒͌͋́̚l̶̢̛̬͍̼͒͊̈́́e̴̛͕͗̓̏̇ă̴̹͎͂͂͝v̴̬̹̎͌́e̶̹̱͛̊̓,̷̲̮͑̀ ̵͍͎͈̠͉̈̑̍͘g̶̹͉̃̒͠i̵̢͚͌͛̉͌v̴̗̮̤̟̽̐̿̆e̴̞͔̟̱̬̒̃̋͊͌ ̷̢̼̺̟̌̾̆̓n̴̗̫͉̓͑͘o̸̗͔̾̇͂́ ̷̡̗̞̻̦̇́̅ḙ̷̩̱̭̊͗x̸͈̦͋̓̿p̷̬̚l̵̘̥̺̂͊̓̾̽ͅa̶͙͈̅͊͋n̸̙͚̣̪̿̈́͒̄a̷̫̖͍̮̿̈́͛̓̔ẗ̸̞̣̺̟̠́i̵̠͙̮̊͗̄o̵͌͐̚͝ͅñ̵̨̺̌̓͆̏,̷̱̣̯͗̚͝ ̴̨̭̲̼͐s̸̜̰͈̬̋i̷̢̜̟͑m̵͓͇̻͛̄͝p̴̲̣̍̐̅̇͜l̴̢͇͚͙̝͑̓̀̂́y̷̤̝̯̮̎͋͛͒̃ ̴̼͚̞̊͂́w̵̬̩̜̉̂͂ͅa̵͍̮͚͕͑̈̐̅̚ḻ̸͍̩̥͒͋ķ̵̭̟͎̈́ ̶͈͕̫̇͐ö̸̱́͐ư̷̹̣͉̆̉̋t̵̨̧͇͛̿̒ ̸̦̬̰̓͛͜͠t̷̩̬̹̦̆̈́h̵̡̩̲́e̷̡̦̥̜̊́͗͋͘ ̷̡̑d̴̨̻̣̿̀ó̶͇̃̽͠ở̴͕͎̜͖͍͋̅r̸̺̳̓͊
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