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Eyes, street lamp-yellow.
Hands, holding headphones to shut out the world.
Voice, a non-verbal hum of happiness vibrating on her hat, made a chinrest.
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Ego Gotta Go
deadcereus
Summary:
As a record store owner by night, a tattoo shop receptionist by day, Talia had enough trouble paying for rent. Hiring an employee wouldn't have done anything to help—though the lack of socializing led to hallucinating one in dreams.
During her state-mandated hospital stay, texting the angel investor, who exclusively communicates in emojis, is a welcome distraction from patients wandering because of Call at 3 AM. Maybe the only friend she's made as an adult. Adorable, funny in a mean way, great taste in music. And more than ever, Talia misses her store.
All she has to do is ignore the chained red ghost's warnings about Miss Eleven, the hypnosis ASMR therapist who tucks in her chin, timid and round as a moon.
Chapter 1: Accidentally Posted WIP, Don't Read
Summary:
Eleven erased memories of Call at 3 AM, but not completely.
Dispatch: Who Caused It, Who Solves It. Recently the number of insomnia patients received by Eastside Hospital has climbed sharply, most of which are allegedly induced by the fear of the scary urban legend, and are in urgent need of hypnosis ASMR programs to assist in their treatment.
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Set in N.F. 113.
- Talia mentioned she has a day job to pay for the record store."Hello, Eleven. I hope my message didn't disturb your rest. I just want to say that every night I spend staying up working, your voice cheers me up so much. You're definitely not a ghost. You're my favorite record that gets me through the longest night." - Velvety Susurration
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