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The soft padding of fabric shoes on the Fazcade’s floor is heard as a certain amalgam – neither sun nor moon – wanders his way towards the many, many broken arcade machines. He approaches one, the words “Creature Crash” are barely legible on its form. He sighs and runs a hand down his face, the static glitching of the screen getting on his already frayed nerves.
Even after however long he was in his own dimension, the pretending to be another does get exhausting after a while. He swings around to the back of the machine, pulling off part of the back and staring at the inner workings of it. Even his own intelligence cannot understand what on earth is going on inside the arcade.
He fiddles with a few wires for several minutes, when a loud sound, not quite describable as anything but if static was condensed into half a second worth of noise. He whirls around the machine to figure out if something happened.
He is greeted with an entirely black screen, and in the dark empty abyss of the screen is the face of a body he built. There is no person behind those eyes. Not really.
His two differently coloured eyes dart away. He doesn’t have time to think about that. Not when he has a job to finish.