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He's alone. Oh so very alone. So he's lonely- but not just lonely, he's afraid. He's clawing at the walls that surround him, trying to dig his way out of the prison that confines him. The racket made by his nails digging into the wood is as deafening as that of an air-horns shrill, and yet only he can hear the ungodly sound. None on the outside seem to notice his distress. Trapped. He's trapped alone in a wooden box- a confined space without color or room to breathe. He's suffocating, but not from lack of air- no, he has plenty of that. Its the fear, the sorrow, the loneliness that's choking him, that's draining him of his sanity. He wants out, wants a friend, wants to feel, to hear the comforting sound of another beings voice. But all he can hear is the sound of his own nails, raking down the wood of his box prison, and the faint huffs of his frantic panting. Why? Why had Isaac not returned for him?! Why was he still trapped in this wooden prison, without room to run or a friend to play with?! He doesn't know why, he only knows the agony. He's crying now. Tears stream down his gradually paling skin, they wash away the vibrant color of his clothing! He's screaming, he's suffering, he's calling out for someone. Anyone with the heart to save him from his agony! So much sorrow, so much pain. He's clawed the skin and flesh clear off the tips of his fingers, but he keeps clawing at the wood. His bones- the bones in his fingers! He's clawing so madly that he's sharpening his finger bones to a point!

Escape. He wants to escape! To find his friend and play out in the open air, where it would be so much easier for him to breathe. That's enough- he cannot claw at the wood anymore, the pain in his hands is driving him insane! But he keeps fighting. He tries gnawing at the wood, tries to chew his way through where he'd been clawing. His mouth! Oh, his poor mouth! The wood splinters his gums and grinds his teeth to sharp points. He stops gnawing at the wood. Oh, the pain in his mouth! He falls to his knees and grasp his crimson hair- his pointed fingers dig into his scalp and tear him open! He screams! He calls out in agony only to burst into further sobs and bite his tongue! Oh, the taste of blood! He feels sick. He collapses into a puddle of his own tears and thrashes about in agony! Why?! WHY?! WHY WAS HE LOCKED AWAY?! WHY HAD NONE COME TO FREE HIM?! WHY WAS HE LEFT ALONE TO SUFFER THIS AGONY?! He thrashes about, rolling his colored body in his shed tears and unintentionally working the vibrant colors out of his trembling body. He tires himself out, and plummets into further nightmares! Into a monochrome world where the only splash of color is the blood stained at the walls! He struggles through his night terrors only to throw himself awake into his living nightmare! He forces himself off of the floor. He charges at the surrounding walls and smashes his body into them! The wood splinters his body through his clothing- yet he refuses to stop! OUT! HE JUST WANTS OUT! WHY WILL NOBODY LET HIM OUT! He refuses to leave the walls alone- he smashes him body into it repeatedly, splashing them with the color of his clothing!

His tears! The ones he shed and lied it! The ones that continue to stream down his face! They've washed the color off of his body- he's being rendered as dull and lifeless as the world in his nightmares! Still he thrashes, still he tries to escape the damned prison that suffocates him! He must get out! Get out of the box and stop the insanity from catching him! He much escape before he looses what mind he hold- before he goes MAD! He screams in pain! Every movement he makes has become nothing but agony- but he cannot stop! He cannot slow himself! Blow after self inflicted blow! Thud after thud of his desperate charges at the walls! The splatting sound of his once magnificent colors as they paint the wooden walls, only to fade into nothingness without the warmth of his body! No! He must stop this- he's KILLING HIMSELF! His body is screaming out for relief- his limbs beg him to stop, to rest, to GIVE IN! He flings himself one last time and slides down the wall, the last of his color streaking the wood as if it were the blood of a corpse being dragged across the floor. Utterly, hopelessly beaten, he falls to his hands and knees and continues to sob. Again, he falls to the floor and lies helplessly. Unable to move, unable to flee the madness that's taken the opportunity to creep up on him. He stops crying- he cannot cry anymore. He'll drown should he dare allow anymore tear to free themselves from his dullen eyes. Oh, his eyes! Even they have suffered! The blue in them has washed away- the countless tears he's shed has left them nothing but orbs of black and white.

His body trembles as the madness sinks in, and eventually he falls still. He simply lies there, staring at the walls surrounding him. He never blinks. He never makes a sound. He just gives in. His sanity flees him, and it takes with it the unbearable fear that had been driving him to such crazed and violent actions. That was it. He gave in to everything. No more fear. No more sorrow. Even the pain that laced his crippled body fled from him. For months, possibly years he just lies there, doing nothing. Reacting to nothing. Feeling nothing. It is a sudden surge of curiosity that triggers his movement- a sudden interest in a noise coming from the outside. He stood up, and continued to stare at the wall. Suddenly his prison lurches- the box he calls prison has fallen, and suddenly he can see beyond the wood. Suddenly he can see the dull white walls of the world outside his box, and for the first time in eons a smile tugs at his blackened lips. There is color out there, in the world outside his box- he can see it. He approaches the walls surrounding him, and he places a ruined hand against it to simply stare at the color. After years of knowing only darkness- only the blackness of the box and the monochrome of his dreams, he's finally seeing color again. He marvels at the beauty of it, he fixates his mind on it as an insane laugh tears its way past his frame. The insanity is set. He no longer has the urge to free himself from his box. He know Isaac will come back for him. He knows he'll be out in that world of color again. He can wait for it now, thanks to the loss of his sanity. He can wait for his chance to be out in the world again, to hold his beloved friend in his arms and play.

He can wait to breathe the open air. To run and laugh for all he's worth. To experience the joys of freedom again. He can wait surely, for the chance to see what has become of him. To see the bleakness of his form for the first time. He can wait for as long as it takes, and so he will.

“I'm waiting for you Isaac... I have so many games for us to play...”

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He's alone. Oh so very alone. So he's lonely- but not just lonely, he's afraid. He's clawing at the walls that surround him, trying to dig his way out of the prison that confines him. The racket made by his nails digging into the wood is as deafening as that of an air-horns shrill, and yet only he can hear the ungodly sound. None on the outside seem to notice his distress. Trapped. He's trapped alone in a wooden box- a confined space without color or room to breathe. He's suffocating, but not from lack of air- no, he has plenty of that. Its the fear, the sorrow, the loneliness that's choking him, that's draining him of his sanity. He wants out, wants a friend, wants to feel, to hear the comforting sound of another beings voice. But all he can hear is the sound of his own nails, raking down the wood of his box prison, and the faint huffs of his frantic panting. Why? Why had Isaac not returned for him?! Why was he still trapped in this wooden prison, without room to run or a friend to play with?! He doesn't know why, he only knows the agony. He's crying now. Tears stream down his gradually paling skin, they wash away the vibrant color of his clothing! He's screaming, he's suffering, he's calling out for someone. Anyone with the heart to save him from his agony! So much sorrow, so much pain. He's clawed the skin and flesh clear off the tips of his fingers, but he keeps clawing at the wood. His bones- the bones in his fingers! He's clawing so madly that he's sharpening his finger bones to a point!

Escape. He wants to escape! To find his friend and play out in the open air, where it would be so much easier for him to breathe. That's enough- he cannot claw at the wood anymore, the pain in his hands is driving him insane! But he keeps fighting. He tries gnawing at the wood, tries to chew his way through where he'd been clawing. His mouth! Oh, his poor mouth! The wood splinters his gums and grinds his teeth to sharp points. He stops gnawing at the wood. Oh, the pain in his mouth! He falls to his knees and grasp his crimson hair- his pointed fingers dig into his scalp and tear him open! He screams! He calls out in agony only to burst into further sobs and bite his tongue! Oh, the taste of blood! He feels sick. He collapses into a puddle of his own tears and thrashes about in agony! Why?! WHY?! WHY WAS HE LOCKED AWAY?! WHY HAD NONE COME TO FREE HIM?! WHY WAS HE LEFT ALONE TO SUFFER THIS AGONY?! He thrashes about, rolling his colored body in his shed tears and unintentionally working the vibrant colors out of his trembling body. He tires himself out, and plummets into further nightmares! Into a monochrome world where the only splash of color is the blood stained at the walls! He struggles through his night terrors only to throw himself awake into his living nightmare! He forces himself off of the floor. He charges at the surrounding walls and smashes his body into them! The wood splinters his body through his clothing- yet he refuses to stop! OUT! HE JUST WANTS OUT! WHY WILL NOBODY LET HIM OUT! He refuses to leave the walls alone- he smashes him body into it repeatedly, splashing them with the color of his clothing!

His tears! The ones he shed and lied it! The ones that continue to stream down his face! They've washed the color off of his body- he's being rendered as dull and lifeless as the world in his nightmares! Still he thrashes, still he tries to escape the damned prison that suffocates him! He must get out! Get out of the box and stop the insanity from catching him! He much escape before he looses what mind he hold- before he goes MAD! He screams in pain! Every movement he makes has become nothing but agony- but he cannot stop! He cannot slow himself! Blow after self inflicted blow! Thud after thud of his desperate charges at the walls! The splatting sound of his once magnificent colors as they paint the wooden walls, only to fade into nothingness without the warmth of his body! No! He must stop this- he's KILLING HIMSELF! His body is screaming out for relief- his limbs beg him to stop, to rest, to GIVE IN! He flings himself one last time and slides down the wall, the last of his color streaking the wood as if it were the blood of a corpse being dragged across the floor. Utterly, hopelessly beaten, he falls to his hands and knees and continues to sob. Again, he falls to the floor and lies helplessly. Unable to move, unable to flee the madness that's taken the opportunity to creep up on him. He stops crying- he cannot cry anymore. He'll drown should he dare allow anymore tear to free themselves from his dullen eyes. Oh, his eyes! Even they have suffered! The blue in them has washed away- the countless tears he's shed has left them nothing but orbs of black and white.

His body trembles as the madness sinks in, and eventually he falls still. He simply lies there, staring at the walls surrounding him. He never blinks. He never makes a sound. He just gives in. His sanity flees him, and it takes with it the unbearable fear that had been driving him to such crazed and violent actions. That was it. He gave in to everything. No more fear. No more sorrow. Even the pain that laced his crippled body fled from him. For months, possibly years he just lies there, doing nothing. Reacting to nothing. Feeling nothing. It is a sudden surge of curiosity that triggers his movement- a sudden interest in a noise coming from the outside. He stood up, and continued to stare at the wall. Suddenly his prison lurches- the box he calls prison has fallen, and suddenly he can see beyond the wood. Suddenly he can see the dull white walls of the world outside his box, and for the first time in eons a smile tugs at his blackened lips. There is color out there, in the world outside his box- he can see it. He approaches the walls surrounding him, and he places a ruined hand against it to simply stare at the color. After years of knowing only darkness- only the blackness of the box and the monochrome of his dreams, he's finally seeing color again. He marvels at the beauty of it, he fixates his mind on it as an insane laugh tears its way past his frame. The insanity is set. He no longer has the urge to free himself from his box. He know Isaac will come back for him. He knows he'll be out in that world of color again. He can wait for it now, thanks to the loss of his sanity. He can wait for his chance to be out in the world again, to hold his beloved friend in his arms and play.

He can wait to breathe the open air. To run and laugh for all he's worth. To experience the joys of freedom again. He can wait surely, for the chance to see what has become of him. To see the bleakness of his form for the first time. He can wait for as long as it takes, and so he will.

“I'm waiting for you Isaac... I have so many games for us to play...”