[CONTINUE + 4] Week 1 || Act: mingle

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Monday comes onto the snowy town once more, though it still looks as if it's 'night' as ever.

Then again, you are underground. That's just to be expected, considering no natural light can get down here in the first place. The Monsters around you are just as friendly as ever, though now there's far, far less of them.

Is time running out for the mission? How many more loops do you have?

...You feel as if something is watching you when you're not looking.

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[improbablenotimpossible]

[Honestly, he wondered why he hadn't tried before, but while Spider-sitting at the Inn, he takes out he pie he baked at []'s house, dividing them into pieces for everyone to hand out, and for his piece, he pauses, cutting a smaller piece and offering it to the spider.]

I'm more a cook than a baker, you better not complain.

[Later on, he can be seen at Grillby's observing the quiet nature of the bar, having a pint as he writes things down in a now worn notebook, before going to a blank page and starts to sketch something machine-ish]

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[The spider pauses, staring at the piece before tiptapping over and munching the offered piece.

There's another pause, before he lifts a leg and waves in a 'so-so' gesture while continuing to munch, his little pedipalps moving.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Well I did say not to complain, I'm not sure what else to expect.

[He pushes a little more]

Does it help at all?

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[Monch monch monch.]

*its good
* was getting hungry

[...?]

* dont need food
* but i like eating
* i think

[improbablenotimpossible]

...That's usually typical for a Servant, normally I'd be in the same position.

[He pauses slightly]

So even in your state, you can want things and feel hunger...

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* yes
* i want to be me again
* it hurts not being complete
* like missing an arm or a leg
* but its all of you
* i was a whole person once
* yes?

[he sounds....unsure.]

* lately
* ive been able to think more
* and i cant remember
* who i was
* i know you cant either
*
*
*
* do you think the rest of me doesnt exist anymore?

[improbablenotimpossible]

...I want you to be you.

[He exhales softly]

You're right - I don't even remember who you were, but there's a gap in my memory that's too big, too important. You were something more, that's a feeling I have.

[The rest of him not existing anymore? He doesn't want to entertain the thought]

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* you do?
* you want me to be me?

[There's a pause, before the spider wipes off his face and skitters over, attempting to climb onto Sherlock's hand.]

* aren't we....enemies?
* i feel like we were, once.
* perhaps...still are?
* or do you just want your memories back
* and not the person?

[There's no anger or needling - it seems to be genuinely curious.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[The question actually gave him pause]

I don't entirely know anymore, to be honest.

[He lets him climb on his hand]

...Even if we were enemies - It doesn't feel right, to leave you like this. Somehow I feel like I don't hate that person? I'm not sure if that is true or my expectations from my efforts.

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*
* that's alright, i think
* thank you for telling the truth
* i think it would mean more
* if i remembered more about myself.

[He'll just sit in the palm of his hand, then.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He gently brushes his finger against the spider's back if allowed to]

I do wonder, why though, if you had thought that was the case - us being enemies, you do seem insistent on my company.

[foundationmods]

[He'll allow it.]

* i feel
* like i'm more myself when i'm around you
* another connection to me
* when there are so few left
* even a hated enemy
* is a bond
* is a tie
* like a web
* mine is torn and broken
* so i will cling tighter to the strands that still remain