with fingers crossed they'll talk to me

[buildstherobots]

[phone]

[This... this is a drunk dial. It's obvious from Dist's tone, the way he's slurring... hell, even the subject matter. He's been brooding a lot lately, mostly due to being brainwashed. Twice. To have your mind forcibly taken... it's not an easy thing to recover from.]

We're all... here, we're all surrounded by people. Prisoners, like ourselves. But who among us... who doesn't feel lonely? Disconnected from all those around you... I fear that's their goal. Isolation, even in the face of a crowd.

[Dist takes a deep breath, possibly taking another swig from his drink.]

We're overdue for a town attack. Divide and conquer. Without unity... I don't know what we'll do in the face of whatever they throw at us.

Comments

[celes_chere]

That sounds like something someone I know from back home would do.

[There's a pause.]

I'm beginning to wonder if he's here, somehow.

[buildstherobots]

These aren't creatures from any of our homes. These are monsters controlled by the orchestrators of this town, designed to remind us who's really in charge.

I don't anticipate that they'll show up soon, but I feel like we may get another reminder.

[celes_chere]

That's actually a relief to hear, as strange as that may sound.

If this is a difficult question to answer, I would completely understand if you ignored it, but I am curious: how many people were killed the last time these monsters attacked?

[buildstherobots]

I don't know; it's hard to say. I know I was, once.

[celes_chere]

Really? You can remember that?