Ozpin jolts awake to the press of cold metal and the awareness that something has gone badly wrong. For a moment he flits through horrible possibilities: that this is Deerington, and something has come to keep him awake for a fresh month of sleepless horror; that the keepers of the Sleeper Farm have come back for him; that someone is exacting overzealous revenge for Stanford Pines.
He recoils, tenses, backwards against the green silk sheets in the mansion's master bedroom. He can hear nothing else from the room around them, or the library down below. Just his visitor, armed and intent. When he tries to speak, it just clicks the metal of the gun against his teeth, and he falls silent. ]
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Ozpin jolts awake to the press of cold metal and the awareness that something has gone badly wrong. For a moment he flits through horrible possibilities: that this is Deerington, and something has come to keep him awake for a fresh month of sleepless horror; that the keepers of the Sleeper Farm have come back for him; that someone is exacting overzealous revenge for Stanford Pines.
He recoils, tenses, backwards against the green silk sheets in the mansion's master bedroom. He can hear nothing else from the room around them, or the library down below. Just his visitor, armed and intent. When he tries to speak, it just clicks the metal of the gun against his teeth, and he falls silent. ]