[ When he'd first arrived, he'd taken the idea of Trench being the same as a horror movie close to literally: don't trust your surroundings, don't believe in what you see. Try and hit your former sensei in the head with a stapler, because why else would the guy be in a maze with you out of nowhere, it's obviously a fucking demon that just looks like him.
And there's a thought now in his head that this is a trap. Or that this has the possibility of leading trouble to them, but also, they showed up out of nowhere in this forest. But the call, that sounds human, and Robby -- he can't see them, and he doesn't break far too from their path, doesn't try to be seen when he makes the choice he does: ]
--Hey?
[ To call out. He sticks by the trees, listening out for what comes next. A voice-- a voice would be good, and safe. Maybe? A 50/50 chance, surely.
There's a rustling, something low and going high, and then Robby thinks he hears a thump of some sort, a weight that he can't quite distinguish. But there's a tickling at the back of his neck that makes him retreat, looking over his shoulder at the man with him, expression quizzical. The sound increases, clearer to Robby now where it comes as the canopies of the trees far off rustling and creak, heading in their direction.
He shoots John another look and shakes his head with alarm, and then he's waving a finger, pointing, feet ready to start moving with the intent of getting the fuck out of here. Except there isn't much time for it when a tree close to where Robby had called shakes and sighs, and a figure jumps between the two of them from above, into the space made from Robby's own jumping back. ]
'--Hey?' [ Comes Robby's voice from its open mouth, jaw hanging open as it twists its head like a dog listening intently. Its eyes are small, cloudy; unblinking, yet with pupils that don't shift or move.
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And there's a thought now in his head that this is a trap. Or that this has the possibility of leading trouble to them, but also, they showed up out of nowhere in this forest. But the call, that sounds human, and Robby -- he can't see them, and he doesn't break far too from their path, doesn't try to be seen when he makes the choice he does: ]
--Hey?
[ To call out. He sticks by the trees, listening out for what comes next. A voice-- a voice would be good, and safe. Maybe? A 50/50 chance, surely.
There's a rustling, something low and going high, and then Robby thinks he hears a thump of some sort, a weight that he can't quite distinguish. But there's a tickling at the back of his neck that makes him retreat, looking over his shoulder at the man with him, expression quizzical. The sound increases, clearer to Robby now where it comes as the canopies of the trees far off rustling and creak, heading in their direction.
He shoots John another look and shakes his head with alarm, and then he's waving a finger, pointing, feet ready to start moving with the intent of getting the fuck out of here. Except there isn't much time for it when a tree close to where Robby had called shakes and sighs, and a figure jumps between the two of them from above, into the space made from Robby's own jumping back. ]
'--Hey?' [ Comes Robby's voice from its open mouth, jaw hanging open as it twists its head like a dog listening intently. Its eyes are small, cloudy; unblinking, yet with pupils that don't shift or move.
(A voice, turned out, not to be good, surely.) ]